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Reblogged from crossedkeysinn
I speak of this dinner party often. This illusive one that hasn’t happened. The one that feels like a Hillside lookbook, where we all dress preppy and a little off kilter, and the scotch and whiskey flow freely. Someday this will happen. I’ll sit back with gratitude in my heart for having all these quirky friends…