monday sugar to you m’loves. did you fancy yourself a weekend chandelier sparkly? mine was restful, seeing faces i love, both my day-to-day cherished ones, and a few i don’t get to see nearly enough. on friday afternoon, a big joyful box from catbird...
friday ants-moonwalking-in-my-pants-happy to you m’loves. talk to me goose, how was the week so far? naysayers can nay all they want, but social media {twitter, instagram, the book of face,} while i concur, it’s definitely not breaking bread with a...
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...
