The World Is Going Where We Cannot, Or, Saturday Morning at 6:29am
My mother is visiting. I picked her up at the airport yesterday. Difficulties. My mother has resolutely refused to admit new technology into her life.
My mother is visiting. I picked her up at the airport yesterday. Difficulties. My mother has resolutely refused to admit new technology into her life.
This is it. No doubt. The best cashmere sweater I ever had. Oh, the navy blue skinny rib turtleneck is nice. The Wilkes Bashford sky
Presents. We like to call them presents. Do High WASPs give a certain kind of Christmas present? Is everything monogrammed, crystal, silver, or very, very
These are the Christian Sirianos I ordered from Payless. Now sold out, apparently. $29.99. A second pair half off. Free shipping. This kind of pricing
The hostess of the humble bungalow left the following much appreciated comment to my post about the Minimalist Luxury Credo. “#5 is puzzling me. I
In the beginning I thought minimalism meant pared-down design. Mies Van der Rohe chairs. The opposite of baroque, or ornate. Or, the current indie frugality
Today I am at Souris Mariage (In which Mouse gets hitched), to talk once again about wedding registries. This time, however, we’re talking stuff. Plates
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