Hi my cute buddies. I have kept blogging through the events of my mother’s care, rather than taking my usual quarterly week-long breaks. But I’ve
Over the years I have often bought my daughter new makeup. It’s so fun, gilding a lily. In college, gold eye shadow. Last year, red
This week my daughter turned 29. Hoo boy. She also came home, as all her friends are getting married this summer, some of them in
Harbor a hidden guilty love of gardenia fragrance, for 30 years In November, hire your fabulously talented garden designer to redo your backyard Respond, “Yes,”
I moved Mom Thursday. Currently having a non-awful Saturday morning. It’s astonishing how much one can learn from sheer dreadfulness. Horribility. Having often proceeded with
Having examined, in the recent past, cultural identity, I thought we might move on to house style. As one does. Who among us has not
A long time ago I bought this dress. It’s by Eileen Fisher, the only piece from that line I’ve ever owned. (It’s not dissimilar to
On Thursday, we moved Mom’s furniture, again. Why? Well, we’d originally set up a room in the Memory Care unit of her current facility. We
The world is on fire. Or so it seems. Anything I can say that isn’t political is just a truism. Why don’t people like each
If you like estate sales, and live close to or in Santa Barbara, the estate sale for the furnishings of my mom’s house is being
Here in North America, we’ve just emerged from a brief flurry of national insignia-waving. (Hey there, Canada!) Which made me think, what are the signs
I don’t miss formal much at all. I don’t really care what fork someone uses for their fish, nor in what direction they scoop their
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