Well hello everyone! I hope you had a lovely Labor Day holiday, if you’re in the US. If you’re in Europe or Asia, I hope your summer is coming to a nice finale. You Australians, I hope spring is warming your heart.
But let’s linger on vacation, for a minute. I just got back from the Carneros Inn, up in Napa. It was glorious. I know I’ve shown the place to you before, but it’s awfully pretty. And we can talk sartorial strategies, of the rural resort variety. (Hint: no high heels involved, no metallics, no hairspray.)
If you’ll remember, the Inn used to be a trailer park. Uproot trailers, put down cottages. Might not sound beautiful, but is.
Said cottages have quiet front porches, and rocking chairs.
The front porch isn’t making me laugh, but the good-natured protestations of Significant Other, “No more picture-taking! No, I am not going to sit down to get the right angle!” – are.
I tell myself that combining cornflower blue, olive green and orange, elevates shorts and a pair of flip flops to Appropriate, if not Stylish. I also tell myself that khaki and black are innately elegant and anyone can wear short shorts in 93F, if accessorized with a boater.
Vacations are all about happy delusional storytelling. Our creative talents can convince us that doughnuts are spiritual and nutritional twins to grapefruit. What? They’re both round.
Did you know, filet of beef is the same, nutritionally, as filet of fish? Applies only when you’re on vacation. The above was served at Farm, the fanciest of Carneros’ three restaurants. Delicious.
It’s good sport to dress up just a bit for dinner, even in agricultural Napa.. I wore this Karen Millen last Christmas, with white shoes. Here in Napa high heels often wind up stuck in the grass or the gravel or the sawdust. So flat jeweled Mystique sandals, gold hoops, and my grandmother’s gold Georg Jensen bracelet it was. Grey hair, front and center, because where was I going to put it, after all?
We had meant to go to Thomas Keller’s family-style Ad Hoc, but missed Fried Chicken Monday and couldn’t muster for Pork with Fruit Thursday, so back to Farm we went. This time in Dries van Noten, and a Remonte Derndorf gladiator experiment. I’m not sure the shoes worked, but impunity gets you far. Hair in the vacation updo of choice: ponytail pulled halfway back through an elastic. Trust me in that was a very special orange elastic.
In truth, I spent most of the vacation here.
So I spent most of the trip wearing these. And no, a photo is not forthcoming. You’re welcome. I believe that while 50+ women can and should wear bikinis if they so desire, they don’t need to post pictures of themselves on the great wide Internet.
So I’ll carry the sound of crunching gravel and the smell of roses and apples with me as long as I can. And I hope these photos cheer your Tuesday, a tad.
Let us remember the lights of summer sunrises.
And shrug our traces back on with great good will, hunkering down to shoulder our wagons uphill. Consolation? Orange’s big for fall.