When summer rolled around when I was a kid, it meant I would pack up and head to Bellfont, Pennsylvania to spend a few weeks with my Dad’s parents, who lived in the epitome of mid-century splendor. I’m talking sunken living room, sparkle-specked formica countertops and deep orange wall-to-wall shag carpeting. And then there was […]

When summer rolled around when I was a kid, it meant I would pack up and head to Bellfont, Pennsylvania to spend a few weeks with my Dad’s parents, who lived in the epitome of mid-century splendor. I’m talking sunken living room, sparkle-specked formica countertops and deep orange wall-to-wall shag carpeting. And then there was the TV. It was a massive piece, complete with ornate metal scrollwork over harvest gold fabric, covering speakers that broadcasted a constant stream of laugh tracks and theme music from the variety shows I loved. It was here I fell in love with Carol Burnett, her maxi dresses and her contagious smile. I’m pretty sure my inability to conjure up a good (and sustained) poker face was born from practicing the comedienne’s endless facial expressions in the mirrored wall behind my grandparents’ sofa. In the spirit of mental vacations for the summer season, I’m thrilled to introduce a new series where our team creates a make-believe hotel suite, inspired by someone or something we love. Welcome to to first installment of Checking In! I’m so excited to invite you into T...