The Breeze Inn has never looked better than it did this weekend--thanks to the genius of the the team shooting our house for Better Homes & Gardens magazine; freelance stylist Annette Joseph and her gorgeous assistant Natalie, and brilliant photographer Rob Brinson.

After spending a couple days last week slumming at the Cloister on St. Simons Island with my junking buddy Beth, I motored up to Tybee on Friday to meet Annette and Natalie for the much-anticipated shoot for Better Homes and Gardens magazine. They pulled into our driveway Friday at 10 a.m., and I swear, they did not slow down until they'd finished shooting me, Katie and baby Molly on Sunday at noon at our favorite shopping haunt, Seaside Sisters.
Annette had told me they'd be bringing stuff to style the house for the shoot, but schnikeys! They'd brought down a whole SUV-full of pretties. Within five minutes of arrival, Annette and Natalie started hauling most of the furniture off the screened porch, moving it out to the carport, where it served as the display area for all the props for the shoot. Annette had carefully studied scouting photos of our house to see our style (junky) and color scheme--mostly blues and greens with some shots of coral. They bought tons of accessories from Home Goods and World Market, sprinkled in with some vintagey things like a great 1950s aluminum Schlitznik beer cooler, and some items culled from Annette's personal prop stash, like a stack of delicious turquoise glazed fluted plates from Anthropologie. Did I mention that we got to keep lots of the loot? Yay!

First to get photographed was the master bedroom and bathroom. It was amazing to watch how with just a few switched around pieces of furniture and some added accessories, the rooms took on a new zing. Boomerang Boy's room got shot next, all propped up with fishing poles, a vintage tackle box and a duffle bag full of clothes--not his own--because in real life Boomerang Boy usually arrives at the beach with luggage consisting of his high school football equipment bag stuffed full of dirty laundry. On Saturday morning, Rob and Brian met Tom and Andy at the marina where we keep our boat, and they got some great "lifestyle" shots of the guys fishing. Even a pod of cooperative dolphins showed up for the shoot. In the meantime, back at the house, the girls were styling up our living and dining room. I learned that in the world of magazine photography, more is less. Annette gently diagnosed me as someone with "shopping issues." Duh. Our rattan armchairs were annexed to the far side of the room to give the living room "breathing room", and one of the slipcovered armchairs I bought last weekend was moved from the dining room to the living area. Then the girls added shots of hot pink accessories--a soft pink plaid throw went over the arm of the sofa, pink striped pillows from Home Goods were added to the slipcovered armchairs, a white vase of pink roses was artfully posed on an end table, and yes, a stack of Mary Kay Andrews novels was added to the mix. Wasn't it smart of my publisher to give my books jackets that fit my beach house color scheme? The kitchen and dining room got fluffed up too--down to having each plate and wine glass in the glass-front kitchen cabinets carefully lined up, and the countertops accessorized with a vintage bread box, copper utensil jugs and a row of designer jams and jellies. Not even the tiniest detail got overlooked. Our kitchen sink got glammed up with grapefruit dish soap, a pretty pink sponge, and an array of Home Goods aqua dish towels. Since it was my husband's birthday weekend--and our whole extended family was down for the celebration, I'd mentioned that we'd probably serve a birthday dinner with Tom's famous crab cakes, corn on the cob and a chocolate birthday cake. Off went Natalie--to Bowie's Seafood on Tybee for the aforementioned blue crabs, and to Davis Produce on Wilmington Island, for a crate of fresh corn, ripe tomatoes, and mango for the mango salsa.

My newlywed niece Corry helpfully baked the birthday cake layers, and then I made the frosting--using a spazzed-out hand-mixer which left me and the kitchen counter covered head-to-toe in chocolate . Good thing the stylist made me change out of my "picture clothes" before hand! Then Annette stepped in and made my homemade chocolate frosting look waaaay prettier than I could ever have done. Finally, Tom was brought in to wrangle the blue crabs into the pretty blue stockpot. I kept thinking of the lobster-cooking scene from Annie Hall. Thankfully, none of our crabs escaped. Funny thing, after all those carefully staged food shots, we were too tired to actually make the crab cakes, so we ended up sending out for pizza! On Sunday morning, we managed to get the whole family--including Tom's sister Jeanne, brother Bob, who was the contractor for the house remodel, his wife Laurie, his three sons, daughter-in-law and grandson, rounded up for family beach photos. At one point, Annette spotted a couple surfers down the beach, and decided Rob should take photos of Andy surfing. Thus, Natalie, the smoking hot assistant, was dispatched to persuade the surfers that they should loan us their boards. Obviously, they could not have been more pleased to help out. Once the photos were finished, the BH&G team headed back to Atlanta, and all the family members headed home too. Now, lest you think our house always looks this photo-ready, let me let you in on a secret--it takes a village to get a house ready for a national magazine shoot. Mr. Mary Kay and I went down to Tybee last weekend to do some fluffing, and then The Mermaid Cottages housekeepers worked feverishly between guests last week to make sure every inch of the house was sparkling. Our amazing landscape wizard Kelly Lockamy even worked through a couple of torrential downpours to get the front garden spiffed up with blooming posies. Sunday night, to celebrate a sucessful shoot, we invited Susan from Seaside Sisters, and Diane from Mermaid Cottages to join us for the kind of occasion we love--an impromptu Sunday night supper. Beth and husband Richard drove up from the Cloister, so we had a dinner for six--crab cakes, cold asparagus with lemon-herb mayonnaise, a fresh corn salad made with tomatoes, basil, red pepper and a buttermilk vinaigrette dressing. Topped off with Susan's peach crisp. Perfect ending to a great weekend. P.S.--Look for the BH&G story next summer--probably July.

I've been a bad, bad blogger. Readers, including Tybee Ron, have chastised me because I've been neglecting to blog. So I'm back with exciting news. Next weekend, The Breeze Inn--and its owners, are going to be photographed for BETTER HOMES AND GARDENS magazine. Which meant that Mr. Mary Kay and I took a quick trip down to Tybee this past weekend to do a little fluffing. Boomerang Boy and his oldest buddy, Michael, joined us. I had pictures to hang, and stuff to arrange, and the boys wanted to go out fishing, which they did. They brought back a nice mess of spotted trout. And I did some hunting. Junk hunting, that is. My junk buddy Tacky Jacky called Friday night to alert me to the fact that she'd seen a Craigslist ad for a sale just a couple blocks from the Breeze Inn. Saturday morning I hopped on my beach bike and cruised over to the sale. Jackpot! I snagged a sweet antique twin bed--for five bucks! Also a mission oak desk--for next to nothing, along with a $2 mirror. I ran home to get Mr. Mary Kay and his truck, to pick up my stuff, and when we got back to the sale a few minutes later, the woman running the sale had uncovered more good stuff--including three slipcovered armchairs--for $40. How could I turn down a deal like that? By 9 a.m. I'd positioned two of my chairs in the dining room at The Breeze Inn, and the third was loaded up to bring home to Katie. Jacky and I did a little more junking around Savannah. I scored a repro Jadite covered casserole at the Union Mission thrift shop, and she scooped up some cookbooks, but mostly, we just laughed and caught up with each other. Saturday afternoon, Mr. Mary Kay and I did our fluffing. We hung up the adorable matted and framed 1950s children's bathing suits (a gift from posse members Jinxie and Shay) in the stairhall, where I've been arranging all my vintage black and white beach photos. And on the screened porch, we hung the old sign letters I'd found in June at the Scott's Antique Market. My husband also hung the beautiful original pastel painting that was a birthday gift to me from my friend Diane of Mermaid Cottages. Wish I'd taken a picture of the painting, it shows a pigtailed little girl running down a sandy path to the beach. Diane says this is what our Molly will look like in only a few years. I'll be sure and get a picture when we're down next weekend. And I promise not to take so long between blog posts.