Savor the Flavor

It was during my first visit to Italy, the Amalfi Coast to be exact, that I discovered the most glorious way to enjoy coffee and I have been drinking it gloriously ever since.  How?  with hot-steamed milk of course!

During this journey, I also discovered a great deal about my own fashion sense.  It is safe to say that I grew up wearing a uniform.  A riding habit to be exact.  Black show coat, buff breeches, white shirt, black boots and a black safety helmet.  My love for the equestrian life saw me through occasions such as, black tie sporting events, cotillons, and hunt dinners, to name a few.  My dress of choice, the little black dress or a black formal, depending on the venue.  I look great in black.  Black suites my complexion.  Black is easy to accessorize, which makes for easy packing when necessary.  What looks better than a black swim suite, a natural straw wide-brimmed hat, black-framed sunglasses, and red lipstick when gracing the beaches of Capri?

I was strolling the streets of Capri when my fashion transformation unbeknown to me began to unfold.  I literally stumbled upon, or rather into the doorway of a small boutique that fashioned one of a kind handbags.  The proprietor offered me her hand to help me to my feet and gently nudged me inside.  She explained to me I could select embossed leather by color for the outside and inside of a handbag that would be made exclusively for me.   “Quanto costa,” I asked.  Her answer was not cost-effective.  However, the lovely and persuasive lady went on to explain that purchasing an exclusive handbag was like purchasing a rare piece of jewelry….it would last forever.  I was mesmerized by her and her stop, and the next thing I knew, I had selected a yellow embossed leather outer skin and a fuchsia napped finished skin for the inside.  The design I selected was a small box-type bag with a single leather-laced closure and short, soft leather handles that would rest on the crux of my arm when being carried.  A demure design she exclaimed.  Somewhat affordable, I thought.  The proprietor showed  me out of the shoppe and directed me to enjoy a cup of café and return in two hours.  I gladly followed her directive. “Bellissimo!” I gasped when I saw the bag.  From that point on without being totally aware, one small colorful purchase after another began to dot my wardrobe.  First a scarf, then a belt, then a blouse and so on, until I realized I had gathered an arrangement of deep, jewel toned clothing items. An adventure indeed!

Recently while sipping a latte and reading, I came across an article that focused on food as fashion inspiration.  I had to laugh because what I was reading was true!  Lobster red coats, artichoke green pumps, eggplant purple silk pants…oh so fun!  My world of style was opening.  I still enjoy wearing black and mostly gravitate to it when selecting clothing items, but now I think twice and experiment with color.

Usually our journey within focuses on deep, emotional need, but I confess, sometimes a journey should focus on a lighthearted issue that results in great fun and makes us laugh and enjoy who we are.  That is what my “savor for flavor” journey did for me.  Why not journey inside to see what magnificent, unturned stone is hiding inside of you?

Guess what?  Orange IS the new black.

Walk on….Peace and Love.





Hometown Brew

Yesterday, with a delicious French Roast in hand, I decided to take a walk along my hometown’s Main Street.  As I sipped and strolled, I was hit with the realization that 2019 is bringing an evolution of sought to my hometown.  Store after store hosted postings honoring patrons for their business.  One of my favorite boutiques shared, “After 28 years, it’s time for us to close our doors.  Thanks to all our friends for their loyal support.”  While the best Irish bakery in town  (in my opinion), displayed a sign, “Thank you to all of our friends near and far for 40 years of continued support.”  I thought, where am I going to order that luscious layer cake covered with hard, dark chocolate icing and decorated with fresh, edible flowers for all of my family special occasions?

As I journeyed on, Bruce Springsteen’s song, My Hometown, began to play in my head. “Now Mainstreet’s whitewashed windows and vacant stores.…,” the rest of the song is not very relevant to the re-emergence of my hometown, but the vacant stores image is.  The Village has always been the bright, bustling, yet quaint suburban hub of the community.  As time passes and the old guard passes away, a new and vibrant resilience is beginning to take shape throughout town.  Sleek shops are replacing boutiques and modern staged eateries are replacing pubish haunts and mom and pop establishments that offer good ole comfort food.

The biggest impact, however, is on zoning.   One story landmark storefronts are being converted or demolished to make room for four-story luxury apartment units over storefronts.  Over the last few days I have received e-mail messages from town officials asking for support in stopping a local developer who plans to demolish 4 additional stores and  1 restaurant in order to construct a four-story, 84 unit luxury apartment building with ground floor parking below.  I responded with my support.  But then I began to think, sure another large luxury complex would present challenges such as, more urban type living in a suburban setting, not enough parking, the need for adequate utilities; not to mention the problem with whether induced flooding that the town already manages with limited success.  But, and here is where I would like to hear from others, is it really in the best interest of a community to stop progress in order to savor an old way of life?   I wonder how merchants feel about the impediment of growth? I think about the Industrial Revolution and how people leaving the farm caused the growth of cities; and now as society turns back to farming (I love the farm to table movement and farm co-ops) how farming has been improved due to new technologies.  Everything has a season.  Is it our job to stop the cycle of the seasons?

As I perk on what my town is facing and on the stance I eventually will take, I am beginning to think perhaps the best outcome would be for local government representatives to meet and work with development companies to review plans that offer the best and brightest civic outcomes rather than butt heads.  As the old adage goes, you can’t stop progress.

Let the journey begin!

Peace and Love,