A week or so ago, I wrote about Staniel Cay, a vacation spot in the Exumas. I had been reluctant to share this “secret” spot with anybody because of my fear that it is on its way to becoming less secluded, less private, and, frankly, less affordable.
I’d read, though, that a kind and giving person would not keep something so wonderful to herself; doing so would be selfish. So I wrote about it.
Wouldn’t you know, I opened Vanity Fair yesterday to find a picture of the very same place (although my picture was better if I do say so myself) and a write-up about the many pleasures it affords?
While I wish the wonderful people who own and operate Staniel Cay Yacht Club much success, I am also crossing my fingers that the regular readers of Vanity Fair will opt for something more overtly luxurious.
That very issue of Vanity Fair also features an article about Kate Middleton, Prince William’s girlfriend. All sorts of people have lined up to say that she is lovely, she is common, she is sophisticated, she is inappropriate, she is this, she is that. Whatever. She snagged a future king; she’s no slouch.
On a completely unrelated note, and in case you were wondering, 9th grade English class + impending laryngitis = mayhem.