24 hours in the hamptons

Devi Kroell - Accessories Designer

9:00 a.m. My husband, my 2-month-old daughter, Kiki, and I head to Cavaniola's in Sag Harbor for a cappuccino and to stock up on fantastic cheeses. Today I am picking a delicious Tomme de Savoie and an aged Camembert, as well as some mixed olives, macaroons, and their sinful chocolate fondant.

10:00 Back home, I dive into the pool for my daily exercise routine: two laps (I'm rather lazy) and a well-deserved 15-minute tanning session.

11:00 I stop off at my East Hampton shop which looks yummy with all those sexy cute flats. A customer tells me how she gets stopped every single time she sports my accessories. Sweet music to my ears!

12:10 p.m. I run over to The Monogram Shop. A dear friend gave Kiki the sweetest little monogrammed onesie, and I have to get my baby darling more of those Kiki-sized basics.

12:45 Pop into Theory to get a few things for my husband and me.

1:30 Rushing through backroads, I make it to Sant Ambroeus in Southampton in no time to meet my husband for a romantic lunch.

1:50 I ask the hilarious Brazilian barman to fix me a Bellini. We order some tomato penne.

3:15 My husband and I go for a digestive stroll on the beach at the end of Old Town Road. That's what I love about the Hamptons: empty, endless beaches.

4:15 Riding time! Sir Lancelot of the Woods, my Holsteiner Warmblood, is waiting for me with my trainer who is not surprised that I am late--yet again. "At least you made it!" she jokes, referring to last summer when my East Hampton store opening took up all my time.

5:30 I'm exhausted. Lancelot did it again, but I cannot be tired. I have friends coming over for dinner!

7:00 I set the table with beautiful embroidered placemats and napkins I bought with a hibiscus flower motif at Loretta Caponi, my favorite store in Florence.

7:30 My once upon a time nanny-turned-cook is preparing an exotic seafood dinner. I smell lemongrass, coconut milk, shrimp, jasmine rice, and some other perfumed surprises.

8:00 Our first guests start to arrive, as do our houseguests. (I forgot we had houseguests! I like my guests to be independent.) Tonight, we have invited a merry group of 14. Sipping on our little Champagne flutes, our tongues get unleashed and we start gossiping.

2:00 a.m. It was a long and fun dinner but, boy, am I ready for bed.

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