I love Candy.

In Massachusetts, we are deep in winter, but I am dreaming of sunny days. I often reflect on past journals and found this entry I wrote while visiting Nantucket last June.

Lotti was her entertaining assistant. She held a trunk of Sparkling Rose, an abundant charcuterie board, and buckets of fresh flowers. Once she made it across the sand dunes, Lotti greeted her guests with a photo worthy beach picnic. A true cover girl, she even sparkled inside Nantucket's Cru cookbook, winking at me while I cooked.

Scarlett was waiting for her journey up the east coast. Lovingly cared for in Florida, she had not experienced the joys of the faraway island. My friend Elizabeth spent most of the early Pandemic urging her owner to part with her, eventually bringing her to the little grey lady. Scarlett arrived in time for summer, and as soon as Elizabeth removed her top, she soared. It wasn't long before Scarlett had sand and salty vinegar crisps on her floors, settling her into Nantucket living. Sunset cocktails were more her style, but like her little sister, she quickly became an island party girl.

My car was a gift from Todd last fall. Sparkly navy blue with a chocolate nugget interior, she was the most stylish car I had ever seen. Quick and compact, she is a treat to drive and park. I named her Candy, and she has lived up to her name. As soon as I get behind her wheel, my mood lightens and I enjoy the ride. For the first time in my driving life I can parallel park, making my endless errands a breeze. I keep a few playlists cued up and her sound system allows me to sing loudly without the cars along side in traffic hearing a peep. 

Thank you Elizabeth for teaching me the simple joy of naming my car. I spend so much time with her, calling her by name makes my driving experience a little more joyful. 

Happy Spring,
Sami