Greetings from…well, not Palm Beach. I’m Rebecca, aka the Reluctant Floridian, and I live in Boca Raton, the punchline of many jokes about old people. (Totally true, btw.)
But it often goes towards excess. Think Carmela Soprano kitchens and custom-painted Lamborghinis with vanity plates. Imagine women of a certain age poured into ensembles appropriate for teenagers, with enough plastic surgery to pay for a college education.
I will not subject you to images of such horrors, but trust that they exist. Instead, how about a little tour of my Florida home?
Dorothy Draper allegedly said, “Show me no gravy!” to express her distaste for beige. It’s not a bad philosophy for the beach. Moody and subtle have no place here. For most who spend time in Palm Beach, these homes are second (or—jealous!—tenth) residences. A pink and green room will coordinate nicely with the Lilly dresses in your PB closet.
Sorry to skip the kitchen, but darlings, if you can afford a place in Palm Beach, you can afford a chef!
Credits: Staley-Wise Gallery, Southern Accents, Coastal Living, LCH Interiors, Phoebe Howard, House Beautiful, Coddington Design