The Velvet Vine

10/02/2025

Society Dispatches from the Drawing Rooms of Enid

Yesterday morning found your faithful correspondents, Madame Jezebel and Lady Southard, ensconced in the refined embrace of Café Volare, where breakfast was nothing short of divine. Golden light glinted upon delicate china, while the whisper of clinking cutlery seemed to keep time with the Art Deco flourishes that adorned the room. One could almost imagine oneself spirited away to a Parisian salon or a glittering New York café of the 1930s.

Between bites of fluffy eggs and the richest coffee one could hope to encounter, we turned our attention to the business at hand—the bright future of The Velvet Vine. Amidst our musings, however, a most curious thought emerged: how many citizens of our fair city remain blissfully unaware of such a gem tucked in plain sight?

Indeed, Enid conceals a veritable treasure trove of delights—establishments where artistry and hospitality entwine, awaiting only the discerning patron to discover them. Café Volare, with its marriage of fine fare and architectural grace, is one such jewel in the crown.

Let it be known: The Velvet Vine shall not only chronicle the whispers of society and the merry intrigues of commerce, but also draw the curtain back on these hidden marvels. For what greater folly than to let our city’s charms lie uncelebrated?

So take heed, dear readers—venture forth, taste, savor, and delight. For as we two ladies of society can assure you, the pleasures of Enid are many, and the keen-eyed shall be richly rewarded.

Yours in refinement,
Madame Jezebel & Lady Southard

10/02/2025

A Dispatch from Lady Southard

The Velvet Vine
It has come to my attention, dear readers, that there is a certain hum of industry rising from the halls of Work Ready Oklahoma, where ambition and enterprise entwine like ivy upon the stately brick of our fair city. One cannot deny that Enid’s future workforce is being most elegantly polished—young men and women instructed not only in skill, but in the noble art of diligence itself.

At a recent gathering, I observed instructors speaking with such earnestness that one might have mistaken them for statesmen; and the pupils, so rapt, as though every word were a pearl. Indeed, the very air seemed charged with possibility, as though at any moment the grand machinery of progress might whir to life right there in the classroom.

Pray, if you encounter one of these industrious scholars about town, do not be surprised if they shake your hand with confidence, speak with clarity, and perhaps inquire after your business with more insight than expected. For these are the future captains of our commerce, the artisans of tomorrow’s trade, and the very backbone of Enid’s prosperity.

Let it be known: the vine of opportunity winds strongest where knowledge takes root. And at Work Ready Oklahoma, the garden is most assuredly in bloom.

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With admiration and anticipation, – Lady Southard

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09/25/2025

A Dispatch from Lady Southard

Whispers of Enid
“A Proper Stirring at Heydy’s Place”

Word has fluttered down Garriott like the scent of roasted poblanos on a spring breeze—Heydy’s Place, Enid’s own jewel box of Mexican delicacy, finds itself in want of a cook! Yes, dear reader, the sizzling is rather quieter than usual behind the kitchen doors, though the patrons still arrive in eager droves.

One hears it was not for lack of flavor but rather a vanishing act most inconvenient. The last culinary artist, a gentleman with a mustache as grand as his mole sauce, departed under curious circumstance—was it a better offer or a broken heart? The tamales, alas, tell no tales.

Miss Heydy herself has maintained grace under pressure, smiling through the café windows as though nothing were amiss. Yet behind the counter, the pace has quickened, the ladles fly, and whispers rise like steam from the pozole. A position is open, darlings—and not just any position: the keeper of the fire.

If you, or someone of fine seasoning and finer temperament, seeks to make their mark upon Enid’s culinary scene, present thyself posthaste. The salsa is waiting. And so, might I add, are a great many hungry mouths.

Yours in tasteful intrigue,
– Lady Southard

07/14/2025

Welcome, dear readers, to the very first edition of The Velvet Vine — Enid’s most improper little publication.

Penned from the plump cushions of Jezebel’s Emporium and the embroidered settees of Southard House, this column is where friendly rivals and kindred spirits spill the tea—quite literally. Whether it's a flash sale, a secret soirée, or a scandalous scone recipe, we’ve got our ears to the wallpaper and our noses in everyone's business (with love, of course).

Expect weekly dispatches with all the thrilling tidbits about Enid's merchants you never knew you needed: upcoming events, specials, surprise guests, and maybe the occasional eyebrow raise.

We don’t peddle malice, only mischief. This is genteel gossip, darling—steeped in charm and sweetened with satire.

So go ahead—lace your corsets, pour a cup, and follow us for the whispers behind the wisteria.

With sass and sincerity,
Your ever-curious correspondents,
Madame Jezebel & Lady Southard