Since we are too poor to take a real vacation, Sir and I took a little jaunt {a short journey for pleasure or excitement} to sunny Palm Springs. Oh how we love and hate Palm Springs. We hate it because we love it. We drive around looking at all the mid-century houses and furnishings, green with envy, dreaming of the day when we are well-to-do and can afford such things. "There are our people," Sir says. "Where we can throw around words like Bertoia and people will know what we are talking about." Perhaps someday. But for know we will just have to do with our one Herman Miller Eames rocker.
This time around we stayed at the Horizon Hotel, which was pretty cool, and authentically mid-century. It was nice, clean, and quiet. And who doesn't love listening to Frank Sinatra while lounging by the pool?
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