happy friday indeed! last week i wrote that sweet, simple love notes from friends, even when they are on post-its, make me silly happy. my beloved janet took my words to heart, and her words of wisdom have brightened my week every time i’m at my bathroom sink....
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...
before the ice cream blitz of 2013, initiated in maine, where a daily serving of homemade creamy love became as ritualistic as teeth-brushing, hunkiest and i were doing well on the nutrition wagon. we were eating 100% organic produce and turning our first world...
“a table, a chair, a bowl of fruit, and a violin. what else does a man need to be happy?” ~albert einstein last week i received a text asking me how i’m “dealing with all your {my} sadness.” huh? for a bit i was sure the sender had...
monday morning bikini on top to you m’loves. we are back from hollyweird. the bachelorette party was a success! i am still in recovery mode from this weekend’s festivities: bottle service, blow-up pool toys, whips, lingerie, hip-shakings, and the requisite...
it was a bottoms and thumb’s up weekend. fo’sho. my new favorite mocktail of freshly squeezed lime and grapefruit juice, spritzed with equal parts soda water, kept me bubbling and effervescent all friday and saturday night. and although the super moon...