I have been remiss in acknowledging blog awards. The trip to Santa Barbara to take care of my stepfather put me behind. I’m gradually catching
It’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow. I hope each and everyone of you enjoys yourself, in whatever way makes you happiest. In a moment of madness I
MJ asked me a wonderful question in yesterday’s Garden Party comments, “Do you have any suggestions for the mother of the groom at a garden
Come February, someone, somewhere, is sick of winter. Someone, somewhere is dreaming of spring and summer. To say nothing of the associated dresses. For High
An ongoing and occasional series on a 3-month trip I took to India in 1982. I was 25, and traveled by train across the country
I believe that there are very few absolute rules. Besides religion, of course, but let’s leave that aside for now. If we aren’t discussing religion,
Nail parlors were few and far apart when I was young. I feel like I’m describing the Pony Express to someone raised on email, but
Today I am at Lilly Lovers. Telling another story in the Lilly series. I’d call it silly Lilly, but Muffy came up with a much
We can recognize High WASP style fairly easily. Pearls. Navy blue. Black Ferragamos and white button-fronts. Hunter green cable sweaters with hunter green wide wale
This is my mother’s house. The living room, one morning last week. Christmas wreath still hanging above the fireplace. Signs of High WASP eclecticism everywhere.
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