Recently, Miss Evie and I, she is the one smiling in the picture, took a dander up to West Palm Beach.
[ You might of heard of West Palm Beach as a certain president has a home up there.]
I love the drive up to this eastern coast of Florida.There are some pretty cool views of the Atlantic Ocean. If I close my eyes I can see them in my mind’s eye now as I type. Life slows down driving up that two lane road for me.
The journey is about 1 ½ hours.
There is an elegant street in West Palm Beach called Worth Avenue. Every chic designer shop
Can be found lining the tree lined street there:, YSL,Tiffany, Brooks Brothers … the lot. Off the main thoroughfare are snazzy shops and eateries. The appearance and ambiance is very European and the whole atmosphere reeks of sophistication [ and money].
This part of the Sunshine State is home to many billionaires. Sprinkled about them are those residents that come from “old” money , meaning their wealth was been passed down from generation to generation.
Here is I LOVE about Worth Avenue.
The“old” way the shops close at 5:30 pm and they are closed on Sunday.
Do you remember when stores, clothing, grocery, hardware to name a few called it a day and closed up, went home in the late afternoon or early evening? We all spent time with the family at a dining room table together. Laughter, Stories. Fun.
Somehow as a consumer you were able to purchase all you needed, you planned your day. Enough was enough. The term “shop till you drop” was never in vogue.
For me, life seemed more rounded.
I know it might be difficult to recall, and for some of you that concept is completely alien but gosh, I miss those times.The days when consumerism and beating the Jones’ was not a national hobby and pastime.
Now don’t get me wrong, I am not one to look back and say “ those good ole days” because,
Well I know life goes on and things change.[ I get it ]
This does not mean I, you, me, we have to participate in this type of lifestyle. I would like to think
We can all can create our own way of living.
A time when you simply called it a day. Rest. Reflect. Await tomorrow to bring new adventures, experiences, expectations.
Less is MORE my friends.
Less is MORE.