Dream House

Thom took me to the West Palm Beach Kips Bay Show House at 4717 S Flagler to celebrate the deposit of his PPP loan.  If only it covered the purchase price of the property, which overlooks the Intracoastal.

Doesn't Thom look at home on the little porch above the pool?  On a clear day you can see Palm Beach (but NOT Mar a Lago).

Dining Room Wallpaper

Ice Bucket

Kitchen Lighting Fixture

Laundry Room

Laundry Room Stool (with a floor illuminated from below!)

Laundry Room Sink (where you bathe your pooch, too!)

Dog Leash & Collar Rack

Backyard Jigsaw Trellis

Living Room

Dried Flower Arrangement

Walk-In Closet Art

Master Bathtub

Hallway Mural

Painted Bedroom Wall (detail)

Embroidered Wallpaper Bee

Powder Room

Bathroom Sink

Shower Stall

Bedroom

Bedroom Flower Arrangement

Sitting Area

Sitting Area Knick Knacks

Sitting Area Wallpaper

Upstairs Back Porch

Outdoor Backgammon Table

Bedroom Upholstery

Upstairs Bedroom Sitting Area

Hanging Plate

Curtain Pattern

It wasn't all pretty. I couldn't resist a selfie in a dressing room mirror framed by pink gunk!

WPB Walk

West Palm Beach memorializes MLK just a few blocks south of Dixie Highway in West Palm Beach.  It's time, city fathers, it's time.

That's Palm Beach behind all those bobbing masts on the Intracoastal.

I've been getting more and more into filtering on my i-Phone.

A desire to deviate from my same old, same old walks in Lake Worth led me to the Northwood neighborhood in West Palm Beach.  

Note the palm tree in relief near the top.

Sunset turns the sky pink over Palm Beach.

High on the Hog

Midday heat demands air conditioning in south Florida, so you either stay indoors or shop.   But not here.

Thom and I had hit Nordstrom Rack earlier in our visit but neither of us had patronized the high end shops in Palm Beach.  While he agonized over the selection of $135 flip flops (on sale!) at Neiman Marcus, Christine and I enjoyed a free beverage, branded of course.  

Thousands of silk butterflies hung above the department store's escalators.

We also took a leisurely stroll along a nearly empty Worth Avenue.

 

Afterward, we drove to The Breakers for drinks and tapas, where we'd had a miserable experience getting a table last December.  There's definitely something to be said for off-season.

Our over-the-top bar crawl began in the Seafood Bar, which overlooks the Atlantic and where the well-trained staff delivers the bill in a wood wallet.

The blue crab nachos were deeelish.

And the lemon drop martini--mixed with an Episcopalian proportion of alcohol--helped me forget how much they cost.  Bottoms up--thanks, Christine!

We polished off another round of drinks and five plates, including two desserts as rich as the crowd, at HMF.  An i-Phone 5 camera just couldn't capture the beauty of the grand Florentine room without a flash.  Self consciousness didn't afflict me outside, however.

I'm sitting on the edge of our Mustang convertible.  It projects this iconic image on the pavement when you open the door!