On National Donut Day I have an admission.

I admit it.  Just this last Monday, on Memorial Day, after taking a Soul Cycle class with my friends, I ate donuts in the Hamptons.  An oxymoron as one of my friends put it.  As you may know if you follow me on Instagram, I spent the long weekend at bestie AM’s house in East Hampton.  On Monday, good friend MR signed us up for a spin class that I begrudgingly attended.  They had to drag me out of bed to go. Much to my surprise, I really enjoyed the class because I needed the exercise after a weekend of parties and celebrating.  I walked out of the spin class feeling good about myself.  After a leisurely ladies lunch in Sag Harbor (we had left the guys at the house with the 5 kids), MR announces in only the way that MR can, “Ok, now we are going to get donuts!” and then she and AM raced ahead of me as I fumbled to get my coat on.  Wasn’t sure I heard correctly so I tried to catch up to them but couldn’t because they were speed walking at a very high speed.  When I caught up to them the door was just closing behind them at what I later found out was Grindstone Coffee and Donuts in Sag Harbor on Main Street…it happened to be quite a cute donut shop so I followed them in.

Of course, I will turn a donut shop visit into a design story…starting with the fab black tin ceiling!