you know as kid you get an image of what a princess should look like? and act like? not the snobby, stuffy kind. but the fairytale one whom as a young girl you dream of being and growing into? a lass so beautiful you can’t stop staring, and then once she sinks...
after a season where i simmered in white linen, baby blue cotton, the pinkest of seersucker, and an occasional kelly green, i have had more than my fill of color and my wretched attempts to properly match and mix my hues in a fashionable manner; otherwise known as...
 i kid you not, this will be the 3rd time i write: in the words of celine dion, and with zero shame i might add. it began on friday afternoon when i was penning an email to my sweet angel, john p., quoting ms. dion’s {dee-OHN’s} “a new day has...
