Much personal style revolves around finding what works for you. Intensifying focus. Otherwise known as the Great Cashmere V-neck Bakeoff, or other quests of type.
Today, while some roust out St. Patrick’s Day finery, and leprechauns, others face a devil’s chore. It’s income tax time in the United States. I
I was a pretty girl, and a pretty woman for some time thereafter. I need to say something. I’ve thought long and hard about this
Amy! Amy T.! Yes, you! Guess what? You win! You win the Hester van Eeghen Harmonica bag! Hooray! Email me and tell me your address,
Quiet dressers have had a rough couple of years. Beset by ubiquitous pops of color, huge bags, inches of platform soles, and bling, (the term
My son graduates from college in June. Oddly, I’m not overwhelmed by the usual “Where Has The Time Gone, Only Yesterday He Had No Hair.”
The backyard bird sings always now. Even early in the morning. I’m thinking Spring woke her up, not antsy raccoons, not suburban family rustlings. Every
Uniforms are great. However, the day may come when one flings a certain cashmere v-neck across the room, crying, “No, no, no, not again!” Then
Oh gosh it’s late. I am mostly awake by 7am. Today I slept in. And now it’s almost 11. In case I haven’t explained recently,
Morning everyone. Today I’m over at Tish’s A Femme D’un Certain Age. Tish asked me to write about luxury. I think I figured it out.
Something like 30 years ago, I had to hurriedly buy an outfit for a fancy affair. I wound up in Carolyn Charles. She would become
Is there anything so wonderful as Saturday morning? Oh, I suppose, when you’re young, maybe Friday evening. Or Thursday night among the college set. Throngs
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