Since our crush of summer weddings ended in June this year, I thought we'd end up spending a lot of our weekends in Brooklyn, but it turns out that no weddings = lots of opportunities to do other things. So that's what's been happening, and with the arrival of New York's signature summer scent, Garbage, those opportunities are heaven-sent. Thank God for friends and their summer homes.
Last month, I went down to Spring Lake for a ladies' weekend at the Del G's brand-new beach house/probable future perma-home (if you'd like a complete tour, Denny posted one in May). Katie's mom spent two years slaving over every detail, and it turned out predictably gorgeous.
