Lilly Cheers The Winter Olympics
Today I am at Lilly Lovers. Where Miss Lilly dashes off to watch the Winter Olympics on a wide screen TV. (I like writing this
Today I am at Lilly Lovers. Where Miss Lilly dashes off to watch the Winter Olympics on a wide screen TV. (I like writing this
I have a favor to ask. Not that you don’t do enough for me already, what with reading my posts, commenting, even sending emails. I’m
When I got back from the stress and confusion of my stepfather’s near-death, I dropped my bag on the counter, my keys in their dish,
I’ve worn a lot of navy over the years. Especially at work. I’m blonde and blue-eyed so I look best in blues. And pinks, but
Like most bloggers, I track my search terms. Guess what’s most common? The meaning of life? Just kidding. Shoes. “What color shoes should I wear
Raw chicken is scary. But I like the cooked kind. Much as I love a perfect cashmere sweater, we can’t live on style alone. Turns
Do you all remember Maria from Vintage Simple? She did a guest post here at my request, in which she imagined a possible space for
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
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