Today I am in the Southern gem that is Savannah. I can't believe I've let a year and a half go by since heading back for a visit. It's hard to wrap my head around that it has been almost four years since I called Savannah, and specifically Jones St., home. Recall the phrase "keeping up with the Joneses"? Well Savannahians claim that phrase was coined in reference to Jones St.
But bloody hell I didn't expect the temperature to be worse in Savannah than it is in Washington. The fountain at Forsyth Park actually froze over.
The weather though won't stop me from getting my Mint Julep and shrimp and grits on. This time I'm treating myself to a stay at a Bed & Breakfast with a glorious soaking tub. There will also be a visit to the SCAD Museum to peruse the Oscar De La Renta exhibit curated by the Andre Leon Talley. Usually when I'm in Savannah I'm a creature of habit hitting up my favorite haunts, but it appears there's a James Beard nominated chef at the helm of a new restaurant called Grey. Appropriately enough Grey is housed in the old Greyhound building.
All of the sordid details of my trip to be reported upon my return.
My time in Savannah went by in the blink of an eye, as it always seems to. Now I'm back home and in the thick of it at work. Savannah weather fluctuated between 70 to 85 degrees during most of my stay. Just what the doctor ordered. I bounced around from one friends darling abode to another, while fitting in a couple of evenings all to myself at The Gastonian. I arrived in Savannah and hit the ground running with barely time to set down my suitcase before we were off to The Sapphire Grillfor mojitos + calamari. Despite jet lag I managed to rise in time to catch Pat Conroy, Virginia Willis, and Charles Faudree at the Book Festival at Telfair Square. Then it was an evening spent at Club One taking in Lady Chablis. The next afternoon was brunch atPapillote and shopping Broughton St. Then we were off to the movies... The rest of the trip continued at that pace, with barely a moment to catch my breathe before I was on a plane back home. As I rarely do much beyond work and sleep while sequestered on this little island, I felt as though I packed six months of a social life into 10 days. [snapshot taken on the stoop of the Gastionian]
Savannah College of Art and Design students and alumni recently were given the honor of designing holiday ornaments and decorative elements for the White House Christmas tree in the Blue Room. The theme for this year’s White House holiday decorations was “Simple Gifts”. "This collection of holiday tree elements celebrates the rich culture, proud heritage and native beauty of the United States and is inspired by the nostalgic Americana of our nation’s storied state and county fairs." Like SCADneeds more notoriety, but I'll concede that the tree did turn out stunning.
Speaking of Savannah, another of their vast claims to fame is the fact that the song "Jingle Bells" was written byJames Lord Pierpont, a Savannah resident. "Jingle Bells" was publicly performed for a Thanksgiving program at the Savannah, Georgia Unitarian Universalist Church in 1857 where Pierpoint was the organist. It's ironic that a song about dashing through the snow was written in a locale that rarely (excluding this Christmas weekend when snow actually did fall) sees a flake.
Fort Ounce Rosé "Forty Ounce Wines is offering up everyone’s favorite pink wine in twist-off 40-ounce bottles. Yup, 40-ouncers aren’t just for malt liquor anymore. Though you’ll probably want to avoid putting this forty in a brown bag, lest you conceal it’s beautiful pink hue."