Remember last week when I told you that I had gone to the beautiful Sea Island, Georgia for the weekend? It was true. I went and had a fabulous time with my cousin, Crockett. GR, on the other hand, tried to have a fabulous time; however, he was a bit… suicidal contemplative.
He was all concerned about life. And about a broken-down pressure-washer that he was going to have to replace when he returned to the real world. And about the fact that he was on vacation with two women who wanted to loaf around, and shop, and sleep in late, and go dancing until two in the morning at Bennie’s Red Barn. Not that we went dancing until two in the morning. Only until one-thirty.
And while Crockett and I were cutting a shag-rug at the only “dance club” in the greater St. Simons area, we picked up on a noticeable trend among the wealthy men of Sea Island. It looked something like this:
And god-forbid this:
And low-and-behold, this:
And they all had hair styles similar to this:
And after watching these men for a while, Crockett and I started feeling like this:
And I totally wanted to stab them all with a dull butter knife.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I like to lookie-lou at a sharp-dressed man. And I think that this is mainly due to the fact that I have been deprived of a sharp-dressed man in my life. When it comes to wardrobe, GR is a fashion rebel. He refuses to conform to any sort of trend, and is happy going out in whatever paint-stained, non-matching items he pulls from the black hole that is his closet.
However, I must say that the whole loafer/print shorts thing? Was really grating on my nervous system in a serious way. This is one trend to which I will not subject GR.
Anyhow. Aside from the fashion vomit, we had loads of fun lying on the beach, riding our beach-cruisers, and eating at delicious places like
Also, Crockett and I climbed the 129 steps to the top of the 136-year old St. Simons Lighthouse…
While wearing flip-flops…
But the view from the top was fabulous and totally worth the near heat stroke and potential break-neck fall down the spiraling staircase…
In all, we had a grand time and are looking forward to a trip back next year. Minus the loafers.
That 80’s preppy look is killing me, I love it though..love the plaid but I can’t talk J into it.
Georgia is so much prettier than I remembered it being..but until this last month or so I hadn’t been in Georgia since 1988..airports don’t count..
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Oh..and Crockett?? Please explain where her name came from that is so interesting.
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MP - for the origin on Crockett’s name, go here and see Tip #11:
http://luluslaundryblog.com/2007/06/20/lulus-thirteen-tips-for-cruising-the-caribbean/
It’s much easier that way.
Wow…those are some uhhhh, dandy duds!
I think your husband and my husband were separated at birth. They both employ the same fashion sense it seems. Which is perfectly fine with me because that’s just how I am, too.
Beautiful lighthouse, by the way. I am jealous now. Not a lot of opportunities for lighthouses in my landlocked neck of the woods. Feel sorry for me yet? I didn’t think so.
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You make me laugh! I am a prep through and through so I like that look
except it needs to be a little more authentic and less trendy…a little roughed up…you know the shirt has to look like it was washed 6,000 times, untucked, shorts a little frayed, web belt, expensive worn loafers with no socks, nice tan, sun bleached hair, collar DOWN….SKIP the sweater. First encounter with hubby he was wearing old jeans,loafers (with a penny!) and no socks. I guess that did it.
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Are all Southern husbands the same? Mine generally scoffs at any attempt at matching–I even have to keep a close eye on what shirts, pants & ties he picks for work. He might just choose grey pants, green shirt & red tie. No kidding.
But I did get him into a pair of plaid shorts. And deck shoes. But no matching jackets–no way!
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Good lord, rich people are so gullible. I wonder what crazed fashion trend we can talk them into next?
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That’s exactly how Harbor Springs, MI is in the summer (my hometown). Gag me with a spoon.