Charleston SC – Annual GF trip Dec 2018

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A GOOD friend knows all your stories…. a BEST FRIEND helped you write them.

So many of you know my yearly Dec bestie trip with Di. We are two peas. Very different in many ways however very much alike in others. We travel well together. You know what I mean. You have friends who are completely dear to you… BUT ….. can you travel with them? Not everyone is travel worthy.
For instance…. Diane and I can go for periods of being quiet. No need for words. We just enjoy being in each others company. We can be in our own little worlds (for me it’s #kimysworld ) and she can do the Di thing. We have similar sleep patterns. We go to bed early we get up early. We go for periods of amazing conversations…. spilling our souls and we know the other one completely understands. We enjoy good food and amazing coffee. We love books…. she’s a quilter I am not but admire the heck out of her craft. We find quilt shops when we travel. I love quilts so it evens out. We both love cocktails and a good martini. She’s very corporate I’m an overtly creative business owner. We bonded years ago in a Single Parent class at Peachtree Presbyterian in Atl. If you’re an adult and in Atlanta you’ve probably been to the single parent class at PP. I’ve met some of my dearest friends there. Gee whiz I’ll probably head back there again at some point. Being single and all and a parent to boot.
Speaking of friend who you don’t travel well with…….. I’ll NEVER forget ‘that trip that shall not be mentioned’ where we took another friend with us to DC. :::::cringing:::::: this particular friend who actually sadly none of the original group of this friend level are friends with her any longer. For various reasons (mainly she’s selfish, narcissistic, a taker not a giver… oh but I do digress ::::coughing her name begins with the letter after J….:::::: ) Anywho…… on this DC trip during December.. think cold, Christmas cheer, etc…. this particular friend slept until noon, stayed up until wee hours of the morning… talked loudly on the phone when we were in bed, and watching TV loudly….. it was pure hell I tell you. HELL. There ended up being a bitter argument the first full day of the trip between Di and one whose name begins with the letter after J.   Incident caused by the one named with the letter after J.  Completely. I was there.  One storming off to sob and one being really piffed who stood very still turning red and redder.   I just stood there blinking thinking OH MY GOD WE HAVE 4 MORE DAYS LEFT :::blink blink blink:::: I took a deep breath knowing I had to be the peace maker. Good lord don’t ruin my upcoming cocktail hour were my real thoughts. Cocktail hour must be saved!!!! Everyone made peace, I smiled a LOT during the trip.  Di and I vowed to NEVER ask her on another trip…. LIKE EVER. Which we never ever did. Well… she did invite herself (yes…. she actually did) on a family trip with my dad… she ended up flirting with my father so much that my dad took me aside and said “I think she really likes me”. Mortified…I took the one whose name begins with the letter after J aside and said “stop sitting in my dads lap”. EXACTLY. ::::::rolling my eyes and turning red:::::::
Di and I started our Dec trips years ago…. we’ve been all over the US… back to special places like DC and Key West several times. Seattle was a wonderful trip – we’ve never really had a bad trip – ever I don’t think. Well.  Except with you know who see above.  We decided to return to Charleston this year. I’ll show you our pictures at the end.
We found the first night a lovely place to nest called Darling Oyster House – and darling was it!! The cocktails were divine and food tasty. We were at Hanks our last night which is a given….HELLO! We enjoyed the Charleston Jazz Christmas Concert. Have you ever been to Spoleto Festival in Charleston ? A must! We shopped, we drank we slept and talked enjoying the charm of Charleston. We had lunch at Poe’s Tavern on Sullivan’s Island which is my favorite place not because it’s really great food it’s because it’s in celebration of Edgar Allen Poe! AND it’s on Sullivan’s Island which I love. We popped in on an estate sale of all things on Sullivan’s Island. I bought a piece of original art and a few planters. I love estate sales!!! I took a sabbatical of sorts a few years back to Charleston. I nested on the beach at the lighthouse on Sullivans Island almost every night – writing, dreaming, sipping Firefly sweet tea vodka watching the sunset. Reading, people watching… it’s a magical place indeed. People ask about our wee traveling companions ‘the mice’….. we bought these precious felted creatures on our Toronto trip. They travel with us because it’s silly and fun. Don’t you think?
Next year (we start planning the next year literally while we are on the current trip) we may go to Boston. Or Telluride. Or……… ?
What are some of your favorite trips you’ve had with friends?
To friends and trips……. life is short take the trip!!!
#kimyanddi

 

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I just realized

Photo Nov 24, 7 18 49 PMOddly enough — I cannot stand to read directions.  It’s as if I think I have some kind of divine connection with whatever the product is and I just don’t need to read the directions.  Point made just this very moment when I touched the button to turn on the tree and realized there are also colored lights on the tree.  Who knew? Obviously not me….. because I didn’t read the instructions.  Well cool!

So how did your Thanksgiving turn out? Good I hope.   I felt very blessed for all the activities and invitations.   That’s the interesting part about the post D word (divorce) are the dynamics change – the friends shift – it is what it is.   It’s the nature of the beast.  Interesting enough when I divorced ‘the one who shall not be named’ – I was the one to retain all the medical community friends – even though he was the doctor – he was such a….. well. You get the drift.    Very thankful for friends and those relationships that continue on.   Of course things change its just a fact of life.  Change isn’t necessarily always bad – I suppose I’m a sort of chameleon of sorts – I’m able to be flexible enough to shift from to being single again.  Although I sort of feel as if I was single all along.   I’m rambling – forgive me.   I feel as if a faucet has been turned on and I must write write write — which goes into rambling at times.  ::::wrinkling my nose and smiling::::::

My Thanksgiving recap – my son and I joined neighbors and friends at the Pritchards home.  This is the day before Thanksgiving.  George works for me hosting estate sales and his wife Linda is a flight attendant at the age of 71!! Is that just incredible or what! She’s completely my hero.   It’s always a delight to have any event at their home.  They completely have everything down to a ‘T’.  From dishes to decorations to food.  Lunch was incredible!   THEN….  that evening Andrew and I ubered to the Sun Dial downtown Atlanta.   It’s the lovely iconic round building you’ll see in our skyline.  Sadly, about 2 years ago a small boy was killed in the rotation of the floor (pinched to death I think which is horrific) thus the floor does not rotate at the moment.   Which is a bummer for sure.  It’s the only accident they’ve ever had since opening in 1967.   Hopefully they’ll be up and turning again soon.  Anyway… if you live in Atlanta you’ve seen the building and hopefully you’ve had cocktails and dined in the restaurant.  It’s quite lovely.  You can’t beat the view that’s for sure.

Thanksgiving day, I saw my son off as he headed to his dads (the one who shall not be named) for the holiday.  I drove down to Newnan to see my twin nieces and the baby Charlotte who is really, truly, I’m not being biased here I don’t think  — just the cutest darn two year old you’ll ever see.  She’s just incredibly darling.  I’m sure you’ll agree.   I got my Charlotte fix then headed North of the city to my besties house – completely thankful for friends who actually like to cook.   Di can cook let me tell you.   We had Watergate Salad (a very political green concoction) candied yams, corn casserole, turkey that was picture perfect and cranberry sauce.   It was very tasty indeed.   I watched them put up their tree – as she uncovered ornaments many of them I was traveling with her when she purchased them… I realized —  agonizingly so…. that I forgot my ornaments at the now X husbands house.  :::::::deep sigh::::::::  Snap.   I really don’t want to even see him much less ask for the ornaments back.  But they are some really special ones in there….from travels and kids and snap.   I’m going to have to ask for them back.   Maybe I can get him to leave them on his front porch.   UGH.  :::::: deep sigh again::::::   I emailed him.  Hopefully they’ll be returned.   I’ll keep you posted.

My Thanksgiving ended with cocktails at my other besties house and neighbor.   We have this table with all these collected items that get changed and moved as the days roll on.  It’s our alter to life I’ve named it.   Somewhat witchy I suppose which adds even more appeal.   I finally was able to spill the beans that our other bestie Jennie secretly married Stephen who she’s been with for about what….4 years now?  I’ve been DYING TO TELL ANYONE!!!!!  I was sworn to secrecy…..  and I kept the damn secret much to my chagrin.  Fudge.   I did keep the secret… she finally told her kids and all the other important people family wise thus I was able to finally tell Anda.   Extremely happy for her.   ::::dreamy sigh::::::

Anda and I tootled down to Senoia this afternoon.  It’s about 45 minutes from the city —  it’s where they film the hit show ‘The Walking Dead’ which is a favorite among many.   Sweet quaint town – we had dinner at MacGuires Irish Pub.  Very good.

I am happy to report that Bumble is playing well with Pip and Cricket.  She’s still the pesky younger sister but they’ve made great progress.

Ok.  I’m all written out for the evening.  Off to soak and read ‘How to live a charmed life’ very good book.  Then slip between my thick soft flannel sheets with slumbering Scotties.   Sweet dreams! xxoo

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Pre-Thanksgiving Nov 2018

IMG_1991Hello out there (did I hear an echo?)

I’m sitting here — with Scotties draped over my quilted sofa as my laptop is perched on a pillow in my lap.   Bumble the newest of the Scotties is so sweet when she sleeps.  When she’s awake – not so much – especially when she bites.  Those teeth are sharp!! My son said the other day “Mom – you look like a crack addict”.  My hands and arms are punctured from baby scottie Bumble Teeth. OUCH!   I can assure you I’ve never done crack or any other kind of drug….  I’m a wuss when it comes to things of that nature.  OK there was the pot smoking incident —  but truly – my arms and hands look as if I got in a fight with a cactus and the cactus won!  Bumble has very sharp teeth – she’s teething..she’s a puppy.  I”ll be happier when she’s beyond this stage and a full grown scottie dog.

Jennie  and I saw A Star is Born today.  With Lady Gaga and the guy with the blue eyes.  Sam Shepherd was also in the movie.  Oh I’ve always had the biggest crush on him.  Remember the movie The Lifeguard? Good lord YES!!!!  The last version of the movie with Barbra Streisand and Kris Kristofferson was the BEST though.  That’s what I need… a Rockstar cowboy.  Nah…. that sounds exhausting actually.  Fun to think about for a minute or two.  I really don’t need anyone in my life that way for a bit I think. More than a bit.  I need a rest.  Focused on work, my kids, writing and travel.   Oh… and doggies.  Love my sweet scottie girls.  Pip, Cricket and baby Bumble.

IMG_1985I have my tree up pre-thanksgiving (my mother is rolling over in her grave I assure you).  I NEVER put my tree up until the day after Thanksgiving.  It’s just a strange season for me this year.  With the divorce….. it’s not that I’m in a depressive state although that would be just fine considering….  You must have the lows to experience the highs.  Feel it for what it is.   I have another friend who has recently married … I’m so happy for her!!! She deserves the best the world has to offer and she has gotten it in the form of her now husband.   So very happy for them.   Back to the tree up before Thanksgiving has even started.   I believe in enjoying the holiday that’s current — but this year… I just needed to put up my tree.  So it’s up.  It’s flocked with lights.  LOVE it.  Heck… I may leave it up all year for that matter.   It adds a certain…..  Aspen feel to the living room I think.  Hm.

I’ve many wonderful options for the Thanksgiving holiday and hope you do as well.  Options are good. I am completely blessed.   I could stay in my pjs all day and watch Netflix…..  but I won’t.   I could though.  And that’s the best part about the entire affair.  Is that I can do whatever I want to do.  What a giddy feeling that is.  Pretty silly I know….to feel giddy about that sort of thing.   It could be the Limencello kicking in.  I love Limencello.  Who doesn’t, right?  I’ll never forget the evening the neighborhood girls met at Pat’s house (before they moved out West).  Pat brought out the Limencello.  We giggled until we cried.   Limencello has that affect on people I think.  It’s such a sunny happy lemony color.  Even the name sounds happy.   Oh! Remember the evening in Key West with Di – we met a KW local who had homemade limencello.  This delightful lady left the restaurant went home and brought us back a wicked limencello and we sipped and sipped – then we commenced to giggle and chat as Key West came alive at night.     Yes.  Definitely the limencello kicking in here.   Interestingly enough – a friend gave me this lovely bottle I’ve recently opened.   I’m by myself — just enjoying the heck of this sunny giggly producing liquid.   Merry making if you will.

I think about what makes me happy — people places and things.  I enjoy my small collections of items throughout my home.  My bird nests, my ships clock.  My cabbage bowls.   They bring me joy to see them.  More silliness I think.   And guess what — that’s a wonderful thing indeed.

I’m hopeful you have wonderful holidays planned.   If it’s just you in your pjs or a grand affair.  Make it your own.  Enjoy it because it’s your decision to do so.  I’m very thankful this year.   It’s been interesting thus far this season.   I’ll let you know how it turns out.

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We’ve got some catching up to do…..

cobb co yard saleI’m completely embarrassed I haven’t posted for a while.  I just reread my last post and it was Jan of 2018!  Shameful.   smh   However I’ve had a good reason – well… it wasn’t really a good reason it was a reason sadly so.  The D word came into play.  Yes.  THAT D.

Without going into details – suffice to say – at the age of being a complete adult at this point (its a mirage) I know what I can and cannot live with or without.   We have divorced.  SIGH. I know. I was very hopeful.   We had very different versions of how life should be lived.  Lifestyle choices.   It’s been a roller coaster of emotions – but now mainly it’s been the hassle of changing my name back to Kennedy which is my maiden name.  Let me say it here – I will NEVER change my name for anyone ever again.  EVER.  EVER. Ever and forever more.  EVER.  I’m not sure I would even contemplate marriage again – I’m not bitter by any means.  I love the thought of being in a relationship with someone – I just know myself so well – there’s so many things in life I am a part of – so many things I want to do.  Go Do See is my motto. I’ve yet to find someone to compliment who I actually am.  He could be out there – he really could and probably is.  We may or may not ever cross paths – and that’s OK – I’ve lived an incredible life – I’ve had wonderful trips and experiences. I’ve got friends who count as family for me.  I’ve got two fantastic children (one who just got her first job after finishing up a second degree – one who will graduate in May of next year).  I just got a new puppy.  Bumble the scottie.  Life is good.  Life is grand.  I just cut my hair short again.  I like it short so there.

Life is to be savored.  Explored.  Talked about.  Conversations should flow freely and frequently.  Talking about the days events, life, hopes dreams, past history…. all should be able to share freely. Beware of the shoulds.

With that being said – what do I know about myself at this point.  I am a workaholic.  In a good way I think. I LOVE what I do.  Estate sales are my life.  I’m really good at what I do and I savor every sale.  I’m a writer.  Working on my novel and a childrens book.  I’m an adventurer.  I have wanderlust out the yingyang.  I love dogs.  I’m quirky in a good way if there is a good way.  I’ve been told I’m a wee bit eccentric although  I do not see that.  Obviously others do. Ahem. I’m a true extravert with some introvert thrown in there for good measure.   I’m a giving loving person.  I truly believe in giving back to the world in whatever way moves you.   I do not like going to organized church services.  I will only go now if the Uncles guilt me into going or if Val is singing.  And even then I have to think about it.  This doesn’t mean I don’t believe in God.  I just feel God could care less if I sit in a church service for an hour or more.  My God wants me to be involved in the world helping others.    I think people will be very surprised to find out who or what God really is.  That’s a completely other blog for another time.

I don’t like the TV being on for the sake of having background noise.  I’ve been back in my house in ATL for about 6 months now and I have yet to turn on a television.   Ok. I do bingewatch Netflix – say – did you watch The Haunting of Hill House? Completely FABULOUS!

I like having dogs running around.  I rehomed my sweet precious pug girls because he had allergies and they shed like a sonofabitch.  They are fine in loving homes but it was a sacrifice a very sad one.  I now have 3 Scotties – Pip, Cricket and now baby Bumble.   I need dogs in my life.   They bring me joy.

I love older homes.  I love the character and history that goes with it.  I recently purchased a wonderful 1919 home in Birmingham (remember I have 2 companies – one in atl and one in Bham).  I absolutely love breathing life back into a house that needs love care and design.  I’ve named it Thistle Patch Cottage.  If you remember my home in Atlanta is named La Petite Maison de Joie.  The Little House of Joy.  I name things.  I think that’s considered quirky. Oh well.  Sue me.

I need books, coffee (preferably café du monde French press too) and people places and things.   I need to be able to come and go freely without being made to feel guilty or as if I’m doing something wrong.   Life is TOO SHORT to be anywhere that’s not the right fit.

Find your tribe.  Your tribe should embrace you for who you are.  Support and love you.  Just as you would do for them.

Ok.  Gotta scoot — meeting Di for coffee at Alons in Dunwoody –  then off to a fundraiser at Arches Brewery where Atlas South Estate Sales (my atl co) has donated items for the event.

Happy Saturday everyone.   If you stay in your pjs all day or go on an adventure – just enjoy who you are at this very moment –  it’s up to YOU to make yourself happy – no one else can do that for you.

Toodles.  love and all that jazz – Kimy – now Kennedy – again for ever more. Ever more.

 

Happy Camper

IMG_3973One of my dearest BFF’s bought a 1958 Deville 12 foot camper.  It’s a complete dream.  Completely.   Think of all the possibilities of road trips.  ENDLESS.  The goal of any road trip of course is where you’ll end up at sunset and what cocktail you’ll be having at that moment sunset begins.  Let’s get our priorities straight here.

She bought this camper (who I think they’ve named Mary Jane or Betty — I can’t remember which is the car and which is the camper….) and traveled from Atlanta to California (San Fran area) to pick it up.  A magical journey ensued in which I would text her mid-day – ‘So where are you now’….then afternoon ‘what cocktail and where will you be for sunset’…..then ‘where are you headed today? ….. yadda yadda yadda…… it went on for a month and finally they came back through Birmingham so I could see and touch and completely think of stealing the camper as they slept over night on their way home to Atlanta.

So…last night… I dreamed of road trips…. and cocktails at sunset…  settling into National Parks and putting enticing invitations on other campers doors to join us for cocktails, conversations and stories of the road around a roaring campfire…  as we plotted our next few days of sunsets and cocktails.  Endless possibilities…. endless I tell you.  ::::dreamy sigh:::::

Don’t worry — I didn’t steal the camper.  I do get to plan road trips though.  We’ll go GLAMPING…..  Just us girls.  ::::beaming:::::::

Girls Road Trip!

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Left ATL today for Fripp Island SC.   Girl Road Trip. #GirlsRoadTrip  I love a good hashtag.  Don’t you know.

First let me say — I got engaged this past Sunday.  To the most incredible man.  How humble am I that he loves ME.  When we first met — I gave him a perfect cupid figurine – I had the twin but mine had the broken wing.  I joked to him that we had cupids plotting to get us to fall in love.  He’s so very perfect and I’m just me.  I told my daughter — for all the things I’ve been through in my life, that I would end up here, with this man; I will grow old together with him — I could watch paint dry with him – or grass grow.  Are you curling your lip thinking ‘oh lordy let’s move on…. ‘ fine.  I’ll continue with what I originally started with which was a ‘Girls Road Trip’ however…. I’m in dreamy sigh high heaven thankful to the stars and God above.  :::::wiggling toes merrily::::::

I asked my most wonderful husband to be, if he was ‘ok’ with me going to Fripp Island for a few days to do girly girl things – talk, read, sip cocktails by the setting sun, breath in the salty crisp ocean air that is the October way by the sea.   And do you know what he said ?  He completely supports ‘girl time’.   Once again — I adore this man.  Respect him to the moon and back.  Thus….road trip begins.

Girl talk, chat and everyone in all three of our lives discussed on the 5 plus hour drive from ATL to Fripp Island SC.  Our tradition of eating breakfast at WaHo (Waffle House) even though it was almost 1pm (my fault).   It’s not gossip — it’s sharing.  Ahem.  Our dart and dash drive was to catch sunset this evening which happened at 6:46 EST.  Cocktail in hand we made our destination sunset zipping through the streets on the new golf cart (thanks Jeff & Wendy).

Quite nippy and chilly which has been delightlful  Wrapped in blankets we skirted to the edge of the island at the cocktail culdesac to watch the glorious illumination of sunset.  Breathtaking.  Enchanting.

Because I have a completely conservative view for myself and tattoos (but admire from afar those who have the balls to get them) – we made ink dots on our wrists to symbolize our soriety of girlfriend trips.   It sufficed.  Creatively so.

Now we sit nested in blankets post cocktails (still sipping mine) each reading our books, writing for me — lost in our own thoughts.  Jules in her wonderful black pjs, Jen-nay (said in a Forrest Gump sort of way) in her polka dot blanket (signature staple) and matching pjs, me in my favorite beach sweater and nerdy Buddy Holly glasses.

“Girlfriends will make you laugh so hard you snort (in a nice restaurant), hold you when you hurt, and always seem to know when you need them most. “

Thankful for all my friends — xxoo

two women relaxing in adirondack chairs on a tropical beach

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