Groucho Marx once said: “I shall drink no wine before its time. OK, it’s time!” If the old comedian were alive and kicking around the Holy City today, he’d find his way to Uncork Charleston.
When autumn comes, the advice of writer Robert Brault rings true: “Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.” Maybe we just need a little more autumn in our lives.
Camilla Rosenberg isn’t your average realtor. If anything, she’s more of a Jill of all trades.
Were he in Paris, David Boatwright would be thought a bon vivant, a boulevardier known for his ready smile, his menagerie of hats and a breezy manner.
Most nice Charleston girls were not dissecting corpses and drawing from nude models in 1892. They were busy preparing to lead lives filled with babies and needlework. Sabina Elliott Wells was different.
When I first moved to Charleston more than 30 years ago, I didn’t know the difference between a camellia and a fig tree. To remedy my profound horticultural ignorance, I started reading my way through the gardening section of the Charleston County Public Library.
When Lois Daughtridge was one of a handful of employees working at The Boutique—a home furnishings, accessories, gift and bridal registry store that has been in downtown Charleston for 60 years—she became known as “the bedding expert.”
It may not sound like much in an era of $200 million mainstream movie budgets, but the generous five-figure production funding awarded to independent filmmakers by the Indie Grants program can make all the difference in the world.
What’s New, What’s Happening, What’s Now
Johns Island, South Carolina, is known for narrow roads that wind beneath canopies of moss-draped oaks through miles of farmland and forest—not so much for a buzzing restaurant scene such as you’d find in downtown Charleston. Yet the island is a natural setting for farm-to-table dining, and Wild Olive has been filling that niche for nearly a decade. The restaurant’s cucina Italiana—Italian kitchen—spins updated Mediterranean classics that showcase the top-quality products of local farmers and fishers.
What’s New, What’s Happening, What’s Now
No one ever truly owns an old garden. Caring for one that’s been in existence for centuries— even when no apparent notoriety or historical significance is attached to the property— is a monumental responsibility.
A visitor from the North recounted, in an anonymous letter in The Hartford Times, how he came across Tobias Scott’s shop on Water Street, near the Battery, in February 1886.
Some find their passion in life early on, but few can claim to have discovered it at so tender an age as Christina Butler.
An old bottle of champagne is tucked behind the leftovers in my refrigerator. Over the past 25 years, that green bottle of bubbly with a tattered label and questionable taste has moved with my husband and me from Summerville, South Carolina, to Newport, Rhode Island, to two cities in Virginia.
When the owner-chefs of Twenty Six Divine Tearoom expanded the lunch menu at their cozy, off-the-beaten-path restaurant on Charleston’s upper King Street to offer afternoon tea, they didn’t expect it to take off the way it did.
Summers in the Lowcountry are healing for the soul, but if you are soaking up the sun at the beach or walking the hot streets of the city, you are definitely not doing your skin any favors.
Dr. Heidi Williams offers patients the latest techniques and technology in liposuction, other elective surgeries and noninvasive procedures. Williams, a board-certified plastic surgeon with decades of expertise in head-to-toe plastic surgery and a range of noninvasive procedures, opened her practice in 2002 and the Mount Pleasant Medispa in 2009.
Air plants (Tillandsia spp.) are much more fun than run-of-themill houseplants. After all, when was the last time you grinned ear to ear or giggled at the sight of an African violet or a peace lily?
These days, everyone from a football coach to your stockbroker insists their operation is a “family” affair. But for some, like Mary and Dr. Robert Taylor, the claim is not a cliché.