In a change to our scheduled “I Am The Only Person in the World Who Has Ever Moved House” programming, here are some photos from the first week of my vacation last month. I still have LOADS of holiday photos to show you, by the way. LOADS. I just haven’t had time to get them off the camera, but obviously because I’m super-busy right now with the packing and moving and all that, I’m spending a LOT of time procrastinating, so what better time to sit down and show you some photos?
These were taken at The Biltmore Hotel in Coral Gables. I’m not here to give you a history lesson (Although, hey, anything to procrastinate!), but the hotel was built in 1926, and has stood through one world war, a couple of devastating hurricanes (Plus numerous smaller ones) and the Great Depression, so naturally it has a long and fascinating history. And now it’s being used as a backdrop in some fashion blogger’s outfit photos: yay for The Biltmore!
We got to hear some of the hotel’s many stories during the guided tour, which was awesome, and well worth doing if you’re ever in the area. It’s one of those places which is just steeped in history, and which has GOT to be haunted. GOT to be. We loved it: so much so, in fact, that we went back a couple of weeks later to sample the afternoon tea. (Yes, I took photos of that, too. Yes, I will make you look at them soon.)
I figured such a beautiful place was a good enough excuse to bust out one of my favourite outfits, hence this skirt, which is seen here on its inaugural outing. I’d had it for a couple of months at that point, but I like to “début” certain items in particular places, and I’m making myself sound really pretentious now, so I’ll move on…
This skirt is currently one of my most treasured closet possessions, because as well as being GREEN, it also has a built-in petticoat, which means it has tons of drama, all on its own. You know how I love The Drama. It attracted quite a lot of attention on this outing: I said in one of my earlier posts that we found Miami to be an unfriendly, often rude, city, but one thing I will say is that the people there were just as quick to give out compliments as they are in the rest of Florida. I’ve lived in the UK my entire life and can honestly say that no one has ever, EVER come up to me in a public place and told me they liked my outfit or my hair, or whatever, but it happens frequently in Florida, and not just to me: every single member of my family (even the men) had complete strangers offer random outfit compliments, and I know Roisin had the same experience when she visited the Orlando area.
It’s really lovely when people do that, and makes such a change from the hostile stares my outfits tend to attract at home (Don’t get me wrong, I got a few of those in Miami, too…). I always come home with the intention of doing it myself: just walking up to someone and telling them I love their dress or something. It’s such a small thing to do, but it can really make someone’s day, so I don’t really know what stops me: probably just shyness, and the fear that the person I speak to will turn out to be an Other, and will rebuff me. Like, I’d be all, “Love your dress!” and they’d turn around and go, “What’s your point, GINGER? What are you trying to say?” You may laugh, but that’s actually not totally unlikely around here, so I haven’t done it yet, but I think I’ll make it my mission to do it soon.
First, though, I will sit on this seat and stare pensively into the middle distance: