Peg....S.C. Book Festival

I survived Friday the 13th to discover that Saturday the 14th was my lucky day. I attended the South Carolina Book Festival, where I was pleased to hear the charming Joseph Dabney tell his tales of mountains and moonshine. But it was bumping into the always-fascinating Peg, not corn liquor, that made me a little wobbly on my knees. Oh my.

Hoping to prolong the encounter, I insisted on a photo. Peg protested, saying she looked like her mother from the 1950s. But I rather liked the combination of crisp dress, oversized bag, and saucy red glasses. Though a tad tongue-tied as I found myself face to face with the object of my crush, I managed to ask: was the dress, by chance, from Brooks Brothers? Indeed, I was correct.