The Old South Got It Right

The Old South Can Teach You A Few things

Some things I packed up and brought with me when I left the Old South for Missouri:

• Wear pearls to the grocery store and lipstick to pump gas.

• I learned how to read someone for filth with a “Bless your heart” and they'll thank me for it. I've mastered the art of correction and grace at the same time.

• How to be a Master of Tradition

• Shameless about slowing down: I am no longer apart of the "do it all" 'hustle culture", I'll stand outside and wave you bye until your car disappears, sit on porch swing,

• A spine strong enough to stand tall in a courtroom and make a house feel like a hug

  
  

I went to law school in Baton Rouge, Louisiana — a place where magnolia blossoms and old-world hospitality seep into your bones whether you like it or not. I liked it just fine.

When I came back North, I didn’t leave that gentle tradition behind. I brought it with me — in how I host Sunday dinners that last for hours, how I send handwritten notes when a text would do, how I light candles before the sun goes down to say “this house is our refuge.”

That’s what the Northern Belle Society is all about. A modern circle for women who believe a well-loved home is more than a roof — it’s ministry in a chaotic world. It’s tradition standing its ground in a sea of trends. It’s a sisterhood of women who know that just because the world got faster doesn’t mean we have to lose our grace.

We Belles keep the old ways alive — with fresh lipstick/lip gloss, pretty planners, handwritten thank-yous, and home-cooked meals. From the Old South to the Northern Belle — we’re still here, honey.

And we’re just getting started.

Ever Graciously Yours,

Robin