i’m just now coming down from my sugar high… have y’all caught the fabulous new ezine styled? created by victoria hudgens of a subtle revelry, styled is plush with jewelry hued photographs and hand-clapping ideas, bringing fresh inspiration to your...
good grief. tis tuesday morning and already i’m skipping two stairs at a time to get it all done. no time to say hello, goodbye!! i’m late! i’m late! i’m late! hoping for a tea party at the top of my staircase. lapsang souchong in laura ashley...
come on. spill it. you know you want to. tell me how you weave your magic. and don’t say you lack the beans to bewitch. we all have them. some are just deeply creviced, cardiganed behind a lifestyle of bland tasting humble pie. show me your stuff. do you glitter...
i went to a birthday party this weekend. stag. hunkiest was out town at party of his own; of a stag nature as well. yet the naughty these boys seemed to have found was of whiskey and lack of bug spray like. for all his clinker and glee as he packs up his shiny 9 iron...
not exactly the get up i was donning in yesterday’s torrential, power-outing, tree-uprooting, car washing {graçias}, patio furniture tossing {non-graçias} spring storm. but i do love a nice deluge. and such a grand shower! ushering in spring, my favorite season....
yesterday morning, while turning the pages of my sunday times, yes, i still read my paper in paper form: black inked finger tips, loud rustling pages flapping in the porch wind, occasionally catching fire from my fresh cut grass scented table-top candle, causing mass...
