Bugs Do Not Belong On Upholstery, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:08am
Yesterday I was sitting on my sofa. It is from Pottery Barn, but that’s besides the point. I could see the right hand sofa arm
Yesterday I was sitting on my sofa. It is from Pottery Barn, but that’s besides the point. I could see the right hand sofa arm
Just a few bits and pieces I thought you all might like to know. Or, in the case of La Belette Rouge’s move to her
We have gray sky this morning. High and light rather than low and dark, but still, gray. This makes the peach roses out my kitchen
Today I am at Live Bold & Bloom, writing about, How To Live Boldly When You Are Scared As Heck. Something I may understand, for
As usual, your comments were wonderful. Omelette memories appear, for the most part, to be fond ones. Whether made on honeymoon for Barbara: for a
“As Americans commemorate Memorial Day, the culture has come a long way in celebrating the warriors, whatever one thinks of the war.” Human societies, despite
I am back at A Practical Wedding today for the second and final installation on mothers-in-law. As always, the comments are as insightful as anything
It’s Saturday. I returned from Europe Tuesday night. I’m still jet-lagged. Jet lag is the devil, whispering dark thoughts in one’s ear and blowing smoke
Back. Uneventful flights, except for the spillage of warm nuts in my lap on the Chicago – San Francisco leg. More words and some pictures
And I went to the airport, and my flight was canceled, and I got a new flight for tomorrow that avoids the UK, and I
The first time I came to Paris I was 18. Almost 19, given, but still 18. On my first visit I walked the streets grinning
Wander into a department store, cash in your pocket. Endure torture at the hands of a tall Russian makeup artist. Buy new makeup you don’t
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