It now feels like months ago that I was in Italy.
When I returned home, I pretty much immediately packed back up and headed to Springfield, Missouri. I forgot that detail in my last post and left some of you wondering just where in the Midwest I was. I was checking on a new project and meeting new clients, who were so lovely and gracious.
So way back when I was in Italy, the day we took the train from Rome to Florence it was pouring rain. And hail. The sky opened up right after purchased our tickets to tour Boboli Gardens. Great timing. When it finally let up we made a mad dash to the top of the hill for a breath-taking view of Florence then took cover again. A kind lady snapped a picture of us together… after asking if we were twins. We got that a lot. We get that a lot. Yes, we are twins. And Darby’s two inches taller.
In Italy… so much history. So much art. So much goodness. But I believe the best 12 euros spent were for tea at the JK Place in Florence. It was such a nice escape from the rain.
I positioned the lamp to dry my rain-soaked hair. Kidding. I didn’t touch the lamp for fear of destroying the perfect pink orchids.
I was so glad to be sitting there with my favorite person in the world… sipping chamomile tea and eating delightful little cookies. I wish all of you blog readers could have been joined us… I think you would have liked it too.
The photo below is deceiving… we both had sunglasses on our heads… but I promise it was pouring. I don’t know what you sip on when it rains, but in my opinion there is nothing better than hot tea on a rainy day.
The ceiling. Oh my goodness at the ceiling.
Before we left on our trip Darby gave me that bright yellow shrug sweater as a birthday gift. I think it’s so she could find me in Italy. Somehow I, Waldo, found my way into almost every single picture she took. There I am below. With my Baggu. Thanks to Marla, I am now a Baggu lover, I want the navy and white striped one very bad. I also want every single piece of furniture, art, lighting, etc that’s within the 4 walls of JK Place. Is that too much to ask? Being there made me want to paint my walls white, my trim light grey, install expensive ass stone floors, and sip hot tea til the cows come home.
This is the entry hallway. And those worn out leather chairs made my heart skip a beat.
It was good… it was all really, really, really, really good.
I might be back to the grindstone and reality, but visions of those leather chairs are still dancing in my head.
The JK hotels are designed by Michele Bonan. Next time I go to Italy (which I hope is soon) JK Capri is on my list, because it’s possible that it is better than the JK Florence.
by Erika
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