Oh hey there Barefoot Contessa / Aerin Lauder. You and your garden dining, market shopping, flower arranging dream of a life. Even a quick trip to town to pick up toothpaste at White's is call for a well-primped parade seeing as there is literally nothing that could get you to sport shoes of the flip flop persuasion.
You're either in a beautiful cedar shingle home that your family's owned for tens of years - or you're in a beautiful cedar shingle home that someone else's family has owned for tens of years and now rents out as a share to thirty some twenty-somethings, sleeping stacked on top of each other weekend after weekend. Oh what socially aspirational youths will do in the name of a name.