Not your mama’s matching knit set . . .
Austin has been on our wish list of places to travel to for years and quite honestly, I can’t believe it’s taken us this long to finally pay this eclectically cool city a visit. If you haven’t been, just the abundance of mouthwatering BBQ and live music is enough reason to book your flight now. On our way to New Orleans over Thanksgiving, Abe, Quincy and I turned a short layover into a 4 day trip and posted up at the ever so charming Hotel Saint Cecilia. Tucked away on a residential street off bustling South Congress Avenue, and just a couple of blocks away from it’s more casual sister Hotel San Jose and some of our favorite shops and restaurants, Saint Cecilia occupies an intimate, old Victorian house with 14 roomy suites and poolside bungalows. Every room is different, each impeccably designed by hotelier Liz Lambert, but with two common themes throughout: comfort and music. Ridiculously cozy Hästens beds are covered in luxurious Rivolta Carmignani cotton sheets and sweet Geneva sound systems are hooked up to turntables. There is an extensive library of vintage vinyl, DVDs, poetry, and music biographies for guests to take advantage of – after all, the hotel was named after the patron saint of music and poetry. With our little guy’s early bedtime, being able to listen to tunes on our private balcony over drinks and a late night snack was an absolute treat and made us feel right at home. Austin, I can’t wait to return!
I am constantly blown away by the creative way in which people repurpose things. Who knew that the same vintage tennis and badminton racquet, that I’m always spotting at thrift stores, make for the perfect canvas for embroidery? Danielle Clough did. The South African fiber artist has embroidered a series of colorful flowers on the strings of old racquets. Genius.
Leave it to Erdem Moralioglu to breathe such refined beauty and modern romance into demure silhouettes inspired by the Edwardian era, flowers as basic as carnations, and something as overplayed as ostrich feathers. Everything he touches turns to pure gold. If only my life was occupied by balls, galas, and weddings . . . it would be Erdem, always.