Our rental home is in Mt. Pleasant, a well-known Charleston neighborhood in between historical downtown and Sullivan’s Island. Functioning from the home most days, I make a priority to take a beach stroll with the dogs at sunrise or sunset (each sufficiently steal one particular’s breath). The frequent and practically continuous access to the Atlantic shoreline has has changed my connection with the sea. Absolutely nothing fairly resets my heartbeat, priorities and point of view like crashing waves against the shoreline…and the comforting believed that Bill Murray lives right here as well (truth).
For these not familiar with Charleston, it’s a pretty vast city. It boasts 3 destinations for prime Atlantic shoreline — Sullivan’s Island, Isle of Palms (IOP) and Folly Beach. Our preferred, without having debate, is Sullivan’s Island. The white seashore is pristine, dolphin spotting assured, restaurants which rival NYC hotspots (not remotely joking) and it was on the island, for the duration of one particular of Charleston’s famously fiery sunrises, that we decided to take an extended city break in the south. As we head dwelling to NYC in spring, I’m grateful I stepped more than my, admittedly, bratty city attitude to knowledge life in the south. I’m even slightly panicking due to the fact I know my ocean sunrises won’t be a element of my morning coffee run in Manhattan how do humans reside without having that?
I’ve discovered…your bones don’t know enchanting till you knowledge a southern summer time thunderstorm…or take an afternoon nap as an orchestra of cicadas give you a individual efficiency. You in no way respect nature’s energy till an Atlantic hurricane pummels pecans onto the roof to the beat of an AK-47. You don’t know southern beauty till you watch Spanish Moss dance on a reside oak. You don’t know American history till you stroll in the footsteps of slaves who sought freedom. You don’t know American cuisine till you’ve had southern BBQ, fried green tomatoes and buttermilk biscuits. You don’t know appropriate etiquette till you attend a Charlestonian dinner celebration in an antebellum mansion. You don’t know fantastic males till you instinctively comprehend the distinction in between Rhetts and Ashleys. Add pushing a boat out of a sandbank at low tide (just wait for the tide to come back FYI) and producing y’all a guest word in vocabulary…Charleston gave me southern trophies I’ll forever cherish.
On the second week of just about every month, I’ll be announcing a new editorial theme in the romantic jet-setter narrative to celebrate all month extended. Be certain to sign up to my newsletter, as KG subscribers will be the initially to know the story to be told.
January’s Story: A Southern Romance
I’m searching forward to these subsequent couple weeks, telling you the story of Charleston and why it’s a location I think preserves the summit of American elegance, artisanship and classic style. Also coming this month to KG.com:
- A new vintage style column that celebrates America’s most glamorous style icons and jet-setters. Spoiler alert: recreates.
- A complete extensive guide to my Charleston, like exactly where to dine, discover, shop, entertain and knowledge the most effective of modern day southern luxury. I’m awed by this town’s fervent dedication to preserving the art of American hospitality.
- The deep exploration of classic southern elegance, style, beauty and entertaining.
- A handful of magical southern travel moments beyond Charleston
Wishing you all a beautiful Friday and a criminally cozy weekend. I can’t wait to inform the story of my southern affair subsequent week.