fresh off the pointy-shoe clad streets of paris where skirts of lavender and violet played tag in the wind, my ever-fashionable friend, niloofar, air-france’d back the best, most-french souvenir of all: ladurée macarons. prettier than any box of tiffany blue or...
welcome to my new series, “shut the fridge.” just like medicine cabinets, i believe one’s refrigerator is a magnifying glass into their soul, psyche, and secrets. to be honest, the idea of photographing my fridge this morning took some courage. did...
i anticipated to awake in a rage. fists in the air, ready to scrap with puppies, the elderly, the angels, and whomever else wanted to butter my hurting heart. that bastard cancer has devoured another loved one. and, AGAIN, last week i received the infuriating news...
here we are again m’loves. more gift suggestions for your holiday shopping. tell me what you think. i’m such a sucker for scarves. this echo silky screams “put me in my in your hair and make like your most vampy, sixties, french pop star.”...
“you had me at paella. you had me at paella.” those would be my seal the deal words to convince my beloved friend, patty harding, that she was my friend for life. my posts already border on the wordy and need for an editor, so to list this dynamo’s...
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...