Normally – these two words don’t exactly go hand in hand, at least not for me. Alas, this ladybird had to drive to Miami (begrudgingly I might add) for business over the holidays (yes yes, we’re dating ourselves as this happened while I was still living in Southwest Florida).
To quote Dickens – It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. While I begrudged the notion of having to drive all the way to Miami from Naples for a work meeting I was rather ambivalent about (let’s be honest we’ve all been there), I made the best of it by popping over for a swim at the Standard Hotel Miami.
I promise… not all of my memories have to do with the Standard, it just seems that way! (For now at least).
Do I regret the extra two plus hours I sat in traffic for my detour? Absolutely not! Was I slightly concerned about losing my laptop and getting a ticket from the Miami traffic police for my dubious parking decisions – you betcha.
If two words could sum up my afternoon experience sunning at the old stomping ground, it would be the following: perfectly imperfect. After all, isn’t that what the world of shabby chic is all about?
