Hardly a Swan Song
Fay's last day in the South was a loverly one.
We woke late, did some work and headed down to Buckhead for a ladies lunch at the Swan Coach House, an old chandeliered, magnoliaed wall papered restaurant that Designing Women would of lived in.
The occasion was in honor of several birthdays to celebrate in our family, mom, my aunt, grandmother and mom's best friend. Another Estrogen fest and me!
I had lovely crab cakes and it was fun for the family to meet Fay. After lunch Fay and I headed over to the Swan House, a home built in 1928 by the Inman family in an Italian Palazzo style. My mother was a docent there when she was pregnant with me, no wonder I turned out like I did!
We took a lovely tour of the house and of the grounds. Afterwards we popped by the antebellum Tully Smith House where Fay went gaa gaa over the baa baa sheep. Then we found the gift shop (naturally) and Fay found my mother a faux Diptyque candle from some southern company with candle names like Hey Y'all, Thanks Y'all, Fiddle-dee-dee, and Love Y'all. And they dont smell like moth balls or aquanet. They actually are appealing.
Afterwards we headed to the airport for Fay to fly back north and I headed to the lake to start working!
Uncle's got a book to write!