Should You Happen To Be Organized Enough To Take Advantage Of Online Sales On Black Friday And Cyber Monday

J. Crew Field Jacket in Black

I hope you had a good Thanksgiving, and if not, a survivable one. I advocate going nowhere at all today, unless it’s a family tradition, but if you’re really organized you might be online shopping. Here are the sales at sites/merchants I have been known to frequent. Also, a few things that I’d be happy to give to friends and family.

UNIQLO: Free shipping for orders under $50,  $15 off for orders over $100, and Daily Deals that change every day. Get someone a Basquiat tee for $15 and we can start a club.

Anthropologie: Where the girl child in medical school likes to shop. They are offering 25% off EVERYTHING, code SHOPTOIT.

J. Crew: If I could buy clothes from only one place, it’d be here. The boy child is only now moving on from this pea coat he got in college. Very warm, kind of raffish. J. Crew is already offering 30% off on much of their stuff, 40% off on that which was already on sale, rumors say they’re upping the discount to 50% on almost everything today. I don’t see it yet, but check back.  Give someone that field jacket, why not?

Blue Nile: Offering 50% off select diamond jewelry for Black Friday. Diamond hoops, bracelets, and eternity rings.

Cost Plus World Market: 50% off, starting Thanksgiving Day on a lot of traditional gift items. On Cyber Monday, online only,  20% off  everything and free shipping on orders over $100. Ends 11/30. A velvet chair?

La Garçonne: For the Polished Tomboy. Or, as Alyson Walsh calls it in Style Forever, “The Gentlewoman.” Some serious minimalist elegance at 15% off most items. Stuff already on sale can be had for as much as 70% of today. Code LGBFD30.

Halsbrook. Understated luxury for ladies. No special Black Friday deals, but their sale is large, full of cashmere, and 30-70% off.

Net-a-porter: The place for luxury clothing online. I ordered my white Christopher Kane lace and duct tape dress here, and wore it to my wedding rehearsal. Kane’s got this embroidered silk blouse on sale for 50% off, still blindingly expensive, but, 50% less so.

Brooks Brothers: Their stuff is better-looking than they get credit for, in my opinion, particularly the leather goods in their ongoing sale. And men’s dress shirts, if you know a man who goes to a dress shirt kind of office, rarely miss. 4 for $199 on Black Friday. Edgy luxury clothing.  Extra 25% off all items, through Nov. 30, Use code: TCCYBER15.

Pottery Barn: They are great at what they do for a classic house. Today 30% off pillows and throws.

Sur la Table: I’d love to give my daughter’s boyfriend a set of non-toxic nonstick pans.

JORD Wood Watches: They tell me this is the ONLY day of the year when they discount. I wear the Fieldcrest in Maple  (15% off with code 15BDA33 for a few subscribers) but I also like the smaller Cora model (10% off with code 15BDA31). I am giving you my codes, please let me know if they don’t work and I’ll remove this listing.

The Well Appointed House: Remember that iron bench with the rope-style ironwork? One, or even two of them just might be sitting at the end of my bed as we speak. 20% off on EVERYTHING.

And let us not forget the best mid- to high-priced retailer in the USA — Nordstrom, baby. An extra 25% off all their items on sale.


If you’re not shopping, you’re in good company. I’ve only managed to organize something for my husband so far. But, maybe, just maybe, this post will prompt someone to tell me something they’d like.

Happy long weekend to the USA!


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A 59-Year Old Woman Reviews The Apple Watch In Real Life


Have any of you thought about buying an Apple Watch? Does anybody actually own one? Oh, yeah, me.


Huh? To be clear, I am not one for gadgets, I have no particular interest in tech for tech’s sake. But I am fascinated by human behavior, and wanted to get an early look at the world of the enabled wrist. And, although I don’t mean to chide anyone, I do think it’s important that we women and we midlifers engage in the tech cycle, if only to ensure that the Brave New World isn’t designed just for 28-year old men.

I first realized I liked the watch as I pushed a cart through Whole Foods. I’d invited my family over for dinner, and was doing the grocery shopping. I’d texted both my sister-in-law and sister to find out if their kids would be OK with the menu. The replies came as I passed the tortilla section. And I did not have to stop, block the aisle, and find my phone in my bag –  just pressed the Message smile emoji. A lightweight interaction.

Besides, the Watch is very good-looking, as Mom might say.

But let us review and deconstruct. Not literally. Taking apart solid state devices is not my idea of fun.

Style & Design

The Apple Watch is large-faced like the others I own, a Rolex Cellini and a wooden JORD. There’s only one basic look for the watch body, but it comes in different metals, (aluminum,  stainless steel, and gold) and different shades (silver, gold, rose gold, black.) The different metals come in slightly different color ranges.

You can choose from lots of bands, and they can be changed out. I’ve wanted a white watch ever since Chanel first put out their ceramic classic. I quite like it.


I now wear my white pearl earrings more often. Finally, the watch has survived dishwashing, gardening, and a shower.

But What Can The Apple Watch Do?

Functions With Which You Are Familiar

  • Watch. It’s a clock, a stopwatch, a timer, an alarm, a calendar. While I didn’t find the interactions intuitive, i.e. I had to watch a tutorial to figure out the timer, they work. And you can change the watch face with a swipe, from utility (what I use), to photo background, chronograph, etc. I do wish a little more space was allocated to the actual watch face.
  • Fitness Tracking. There’s an Activity app that urges you to stand up and move around, but does not count steps or calories. For that Apple gives you the Health app, which you can also see on your iPhone.


Oops. Get going, Lisa! The watch doesn’t categorize my weight workouts as walking or running, which they aren’t of course, but I’m still sorting out how to get it to track my activity and calories correctly.

  • Anyone who currently uses a Fitbit or equivalent should examine these apps and interfaces pretty carefully to see if the Watch works for you. Here’s an article with more details. And another one.

Functions Never Before Available On Your Wrist

  • You can now receive communication from systems: i.e., about the weather, or reminders from your calendar
  • You can communicate with people: via texts, emails, even phone calls. Seriously, you can talk to someone from your wrist. It’s cool and useful when driving, although a little weird.
  • You can reply to texts with prepared responses, or emojiis, or transcribed voice-to-texts using Siri. Which actually work pretty well.
    • Here are some of the prepared responses I use


  • You can’t reply to anything that requires typing
  • You can do some other stuff, via other apps, but I haven’t found anything else compelling. Yet.

How Do You Get To All These Capabilities?

  • Access from the Home Screen. Um, Home Face? Just press the digital crown. Here’s my home face. Everything from Instagram to my digital meat thermometer. Freedom from grill furnace blasts!


  • You can receive “Notifications”
    • Your watch might buzz.
    • Your watch might “tap” you. Yeah.
  • Advanced Course
    • You can swipe down to see “Glances” (quick glance at key app information).
    • Some apps offer “Complications” (which are essentially indicators that remain on your watch face if you set them up to do so). For example, a teeny line drawing might tell me what time the sun will be setting every day.

Managed Via Your Phone. Yes, You Need Both Devices. Apple Is Not Stupid.

This is the management interface. Haptics are the “tapping.” A little “thunk, thunk,” on your wrist.


Stuff That Bugs Me About The Apple Watch

  • The face is locked to black until I turn my wrist. Tough on my shoulder injury.
  • The navigation model is very new. You can swipe down, touch the face, touch it hard, swipe sideways, turn the digital crown, press the side button. It’s not intuitive, at least after 4 weeks, exactly when to do what.
  • Lifespan and storage of Notifications. A little message will ping you, and then fade away. Not always sure where it goes. Texts work best.
  • Sometimes I’m confused between my phone handling something vs. my watch.
  • The apps I use most aren’t yet truly watch-advantaged. For example, I want Tweets from a limited set of people, i.e. Privilege readers, close friends, to behave differently than the full stream. That functionality is not yet enabled, but I bet it’s coming given enough requests.

Sturdy Gals Want To Know

  • The watch is available in 38mm, which is what I have, and 42mm, which is like a large man’s watch. The body about 0.25 in thick, so, not slimline.
  • You can find it at the Apple store, or (did you know this already?) at Target. I find it oddly endearing that Apple has partnered with my favorite source of cast iron cookware. Good design doesn’t have to be elitist.
  • Make sure the watch you buy is charged and has been updated to the latest version of the OS. It’s tedious to have to do that yourself.
  • Remember you have to charge it again, every night. It comes with a cute little charger that attaches magnetically.
  • Enjoying and finding value in the watch is all about personalizing the communications setup. Only you know what you want to have tapping you.
  • Remember, this is V2. Stuff’s going to be weird. We say in Silicon Valley that products enter the mainstream at V3.
  • The good thing about the Apple Watch is that even in V2, it still makes a nice watch. And a good device for Answering Texts At The Grocery Store.

In sum, if this gadget isn’t the most useful thing you own now, it has promise to become so. The question is only, when. The tech press was mad at Apple Watch OS 1.0, because it was really unready. V2 is finding a better reception. Techcrunch says,

…wearing an Apple Watch helps reduce the number of notifications and interruptions from your iPhone, and helps users remain focused on what is happening in the moment.

And developers, bit by bit, will most likely agree.  But other sources say it’s not ready. It all depends on your expectations for a ~$350 watch.

My intent is simply to be part of the chorus telling Apple which way to go. Do not forget the woman at the supermarket. Especially the one who always liked the Chanel ceramic classic.

I’m waiting for the watch to remind me to buy Worcestershire sauce. Or to figure out that it already does. If you’ve made the leap too, let’s talk!

In the meantime, lavender and rose gold. So pretty.


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Absence Makes The Heart Grow Thankful (For Not Cooking Among Other Things), Or, Saturday Morning at 7:57am

Fellow Americans, are you cooking Thanksgiving this year? Got it all figured out? Still in denial? That works too.

I’m off the hook. And am as pleased not to be cooking as I am about doing it other years. The mental space ordinarily occupied by organic turkey pre-order schedules is open. In a meadow waiting for the picnickers to arrive, I spread imaginary red-checked tablecloths on the grass, and wait.

Which is a fanciful way of saying I remember other Thanksgivings.

My first memory, I think, is of a dinner at a dining table newly arrived to our house from my father’s mother’s estate. Or, precisely, I remember the brief period after that dinner when I was allowed to sit under the table with our German Shepherd. This was not at all common. Perhaps in my father’s grief he got comfort from his daughter and a dog. Or my parents wanted to drink their wine in peace. Either way. We still sit around that table, maybe I should crawl under and play with my nephew in remembrance.

I spent the first Thanksgiving after my parents’ divorce at my aunt’s house outside East Aurora. She lived in an old converted schoolhouse. The kitchen was large and not at all fancy, but furnished. Imagine a fireplace hung with horse brasses, a couple of worn sofas, an old television. A place for boots. The rest of the house was more formal.

Lawns extended to the horizon.

At one point, still sad and angry about my family, I wandered outside. Might have wanted to be visible in my misery, who knows the topology of a college senior’s emotions? My aunt took me by the elbow and told me it was time to get over myself. In a kind way, if that’s possible. She served overcooked peas in a silver chafing dish. Everything was served that way, if I remember. Just because we have memories doesn’t mean they are correct.

One year, all four grownup siblings and families at my house, my brother insisted on making garlic mashed potatoes. Surely we’ve all got stories of The One Who Would Not Budge. My brother’s a great cook but that year he put in so much garlic, so early in the cooking, that raw allium seared off the skin of our tongues. High WASPs have had to learn to work with garlic. It refuses to get over itself.

One year I introduced a new love to my family. Never invite a crowd to your small house and cook way too many ambitious dishes (thus making young children and people over 80 wait for dinner), in hopes of heartfelt thanks and immediate union around the table.

One year the new love and I honeymooned in Kauai.

Last year my daughter, her boyfriend, my son, my husband and I celebrated here. I designed and printed a menu. The kids did most of the work. My daughter’s boyfriend is good to cook with. Good dinner.

The Hollywood Reporter recently interviewed a set of actresses. Great piece. Charlotte Rampling said of aging and acting, how she got better.

“You become more and more charged with your life and with a life that you’re observing.”

Seems right. We are all more charged with life.

Good luck with your Thanksgiving. At a guess, you couldn’t make more mistakes than I have over the years. Generally someone comes to the rescue.

Have a wonderful weekend. If you are so inclined, I’d love to hear your Thanksgiving stories, charged or not. We’re all in this together.

To My 2nd Sister, Plannerina In Full Force Around Here

In my family of origin, we’re 3 sisters and a brother. All have kids. Got hectic and costly come Christmastime. At a certain point, we decided that we’d give presents to all the nieces and nephews, but draw among siblings and spouses. For example, I might give a present to 2nd Sister’s Husband, but receive mine from Brother. It’s worked well. In fact, we’ve created a new tradition of sorts. There’s the “Who is organizing the draw this year?” conversation and the “OK tell me what you want,” emails.

This year, since 1st Sister and Brother will be together at Christmas, while 2nd Sister and her family will be out of the country and I will be here, we (OK, well, I, big sisters have some inalienable rights.) thought that we’d do it as pairs. i.e., the couples who will be together will give to each other, my husband and I will exchange presents with 2nd Sister and her husband.

That “Plannerina” title? A family nickname for women who plan. Beautifully, I might add.

All of which is to say, “It’s not too early for a wish list!” I want 2nd Sister to have plenty of time to shop before her travels. Any of these would be great. I won’t even say, “Hint, hint!” Somehow the decades of High WASP coded messages made highly direct communicators out of us. Very affectionate, and highly direct.

Presents For The Polished Tomboy 2015



  1. Fermob chairs + spray paint. The slate patio right outside my back door is furnished with a Weber grill, an old teak bench from Smith & Hawken, fuchsias, and an ugly white metal table. I think the setup would be infinitely improved by two orange Fermob bistro chairs and a can of light gray spray paint. Would orange be too much against this green, this pink?
  2. Small copper watering can.  I water my back patio plantings with a big can, but the cyclamen at the front door require a teeny weeny spout to get in between the leaves. And copper would go so well with my goofy vintage escutcheon. (Thank you for teaching me that word.)
  3. Le Creuset dutch oven in the 4.5 size. I have a big one, and a really big one, but for me, my husband, and a good winter braise, (because winter braises are the best) I need a little guy. Maybe in sky blue?
  4.  J. Crew Field Jacket in black. Now comes in tall too. I love my “moss brown” (known to the rest of the world as olive green) version. I kept looking for a different sort of anorak, in black, and then I realized, just stick with what works. Wave that preppy flag! No shame in heritage!
  5. Lalique blue fish. Two blue fish, actually, since the hankering I had here persists. Doctor Seuss reference, a plus.

Hey, 2nd Sister and Brother-in-Law, now it’s your turn. Your lists, my dears, if you please.


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Evergreening Your Garden, With Not A Pine Needle In Sight


What if a genius landed in your garden, but, only stayed a couple of days?

Last week, Jeff S., he who designed my yard 15 years ago, came to visit. He lives in Seattle now, working by word of mouth for clients who share his aesthetic and philosophy. He comes to visit us Californians every once in a while.

I thought I knew what I wanted. The drought, and the years of neglect, replanting, transplanting had worn away at my garden’s structure. Much as I love to work on a small scale, I felt uncertain about landscape design, and I hoped Jeff might add some Big Plants For Big Impact.

We talked, ate lunch, considered. He shopped, I did too. He dug a lot of holes, I dug one. What? Holes are harder than they look.

In the end, I was surprised. Experts avoid the obvious. This is certainly true in personal style (you don’t often match your shoes exactly to your bag, do you?) and also, I’m beginning to discover, in interior design. Non-obvious changes of note included:


Nestling a few bellflowers (campanula) underneath my big showy New Zealand flax (phormium). Like pats of butter to glossy up a sauce. The blue-white of the campanula fights with the cream phormium, just enough. Like lemon, in that same sauce.


Staking the arching branches of a cotoneaster so they are visible behind but above the flax plant. Adding depth and layers of movement, but no more plants.


Replanting a couple of newly planted trees in the side yard so that the olives could catch as much sun as possible. Adding a third “strawberry tree,” (hybrid of arbutus madrone.) Some trees just look better in groves, even when teeny and suburban.

We made at least 10 other small changes, moving, subtracting, adding plants. But let’s move on to big lessons. 7, in fact.

7 Lessons From A Genius of Landscape Design

  1. Think vertically as well as horizontally (It would not have occurred to me that I needed campanula.)
  2. Nowhere does “the eye has to travel” mean more than in a garden (We decided to let one path go altogether, so the garden flowed more purely toward the big flax plant.)
  3. Respect your plants (We moved unhappy sword ferns farther back, planted some other, more suitable varieties closer up. Related, need to water the hydrangeas more often.)
  4. Respect your soil and all its inhabitants (We planted gardenia and jasmine, but in pots. Turns out my neighbors’ enormous cypress is responsible for that intractable empty spot. Nothing will ever manage to grow there.)
  5. Step back, experiment, do both more and less than you thought, learn your garden style by saying yes to the experts a little bit more often than you want to. At first. (I made some tradeoffs between native plants and useful ones. We shall see how it turns out.)
  6. Think across time (I have a volunteer palm in the side yard. For now it’s staying. We moved a tea tree out from under some shade (leptospermum), to a contiguous sunny spot. We shall see how palm and tea interact over the next 5-10 years.)
  7. Be prepared to choose one dream over another (I wanted a butterfly garden in the side yard. I also wanted the discipline and architectural serenity of a minimal plant palette. Butterflies won.)

And now to the lesson so important it shrugs off its number:

Waiting is a joy.

I’ll be here until early spring, finding beauty in “ruined choirs,” as Shakespeare calls trees without leaves. I’ll clap for red berries, those non-obvious changes plants make for themselves.

Heartbroken For All The Children, Or, Saturday Morning at 7:51am

There is nothing to talk about except what happened in Paris yesterday.

I am an atheist, and thus won’t #prayforparis. However, even if I were a believer, I wouldn’t be praying, for Paris. I would be so downhearted, so worried, so sorry, as I am now. I imagine we all are, faith or no. But Paris has already happened. One can only hope for healing, and thank the city and its people for many centuries of grace.

I would pray instead for the children who grow up to be the men and women who kill.

Logic follows, because I can’t make my way through these things without it.

Surely there are enough resources in the world, mankind has built, and invented, and produced enough, that nobody would organize to kill others out of need. Must be hatred, greed, or damage.

If hatred and greed, we have to punish. If damage, repair.

I have always believed that mankind is good until damaged. Whether right or not, that leads to more sorrow than rage over events like #Paris. I wish we could repair everyone.

I wonder about the leaders. In what world do they live, that they feel their lives should be used to organize death? And about the followers, so lost they find a family in murderers. And what have we done to whole groups of people, that they make a religion from vengeance?

I feel sorrow for those children who grew up to gun down hundreds of people in a concert hall. And even for the men and women who sit somewhere, in a structure of some sort, planning to do it again. Maybe it’s dark where they are. Maybe they sit and talk over the hum of generators. Maybe they’re surrounded by rocks and dirt. Maybe office furniture.

I wish I could speak to them and change their minds. But that’s the saddest part. For how many is it too late? We all know it’s just about impossible to convince an adult. They’re lost. The children? How many 8-year old boys and girls have already thrown their last stick, or hip-toted their baby sister for the last time? Are they sleeping with guns? Am I inventing these children out of television movies and photos? Do they exist?

Is it too late for them? Is there any way they could come to see the world as the children on my street do, benign, annoying, full of future?

So very sad. All us humans, all our wealth, all our knowledge. Why can’t we muster enough kindness and generosity to stop this?

I can imagine rage, a desire to punish, a conviction about evil in the world, but that’s not how I feel. Just sad. I understand I may be naive, but so be it.

I wish only the best for you and yours. Kindness, generosity, humility, love. We understand that won’t be enough.

Object of Desire: Wolford Tights

Black Tights by Marilyn Pollack Naron
Illustration by Marilyn Pollack Naron

I have two pair of Wolford tights in my top right-hand dresser drawer. This is not enough.

Having retired after a late-career earnings spurt, I find my closet to be quite full enough of high-end goods. My budget does not allow me to own new Dries van Noten every year, nor do I want to. This Christmas, for example, I’ll be wearing my roof replacement, and looking quite fetching.

But, and it’s an important but, when one moves to a Wear What One Has Mode, one has to make sure one has all the required accessories. Good dresses need good tights. And High WASP language uses “one” to discuss undergarments, apparently.

There is a Rule of Tights, by the way. What? You think that’s silly? But no. Here it is:

Never wear tights thicker than your dress or fuzzier than your shoes

You’re welcome.

I broke my own rule last week when I attended Tish Jett’s book signing. Determined to wear the afore-mentioned Dries van Noten I yanked out my black tights morning of the event only to find that I had one pair, very dark and opaque, and one in wild lace. The dress is a very light, fine, cotton. Oops.

This rule felt more onerous than the one about opacity:

Thou shalt not wear violently-patterned lace in daylight

So off I went in the wrong tights. Bugged me all afternoon. These are the ones I needed. They come in control-top too.


These are the ones I have.


Great tights for a wool or cotton ponte dress.

Learn from my mistake. Right now, before the season of satins and night sequins erupts in all its headlit glory, you teeter off in your beautiful strappy sandals, make sure you’ve got the right night tights. Did you see that middle rhyme coming? Good for you. I didn’t.

Wolford goes even warmer, by the way. Less formal. Here’s a merino wool blend.


These tights are pricey but worth it. They wear like IRON. Had I stored tights from another in my dresser, they’d have emerged ripped as well as wrong. In which case I would have had to change plans entirely and show up in navy linen pants with a white shirt. Appropriate, but far less fun.

It’s the season of fun. I recommend, although you are as always free to ignore me, an investment in good tights. Oh, and if you want sheer panty hose, I’ve never found anything lovelier than these.


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What Are Your History And Feelings About Color In The House?


Red rug from #8B Riverside Drive, now in the ranch house living room

You may have known from birth how you feel about color. You always chose ochre, or marine green as your favorites, never blue. Your enthusiasm informed your wardrobe, and eventually, your house.

Rarely so for the Sturdies. Color, other than The Old Red, White and Blue, often scares us. Lucky break, denim’s blueness and all. Just once I bought a hot pink linen blazer. So when it came to furnishings, I got help. Mom furnished my first apartment, a Central Park West studio, at Macy’s Manhattan. There was room for one brown couch, a peach/celadon/ sand Chinese rug, a brass bed, and an English mahogany chest of drawers from my father’s family.

It was a sort of home.


Patchwork quilt hanging from #8B, now without a home, maybe the guest room?

For my second apartment, the co-op at #8B 320 Riverside Drive, I worked with Janet Liles. She is still a New York designer. Imagine a white-walled bedroom with red accoutrements, antique rug purchased in then-remote Brooklyn, antique quilt, planter. Good feng shui, who knew? She ordered me new custom living room furniture, a rosy beige velvet sofa, sand-colored Thai silk chairs, peach duppioni silk ikat cushions with a fuchia fleck. Gorgeous.

All of which got worn to shreds. When the kids came we reupholstered more sturdily.

As I have said, after my divorce, I Pottery-Barned big time. Peanut faux suede, espresso wood and leather everywhere, as though I longed for nutty baked goods and a cup of coffee which I did not.

And now I’m redoing my interiors, determined to have (for the first time since the CPW studio) a fully-furnished grown-up space. I have a different kind of help this time in Emily Henderson’s eponymous blog. Accessible, quick-moving, her approach has increased my confidence, as Nancy Braithwaite’s book did. (I’ve ordered Emily’s book too, Styled: Secrets for Arranging Rooms, from Tabletops to Bookshelves, but it sold out in a month, backordered. I’ll review it when I get it.)

Turns out color can be found everywhere. Anywhere. I’m learning how to choose without the experts. Look. Look until your eyes see instead of your mind. The color soaks in like water to dry ground. Takes a while to absorb, even longer for anything to grow.

For example.

Glorious Color From Rarefied To Right Next Door

Miles Redd for Schumacher

Mrs. Blandings introduced me to Miles Redd and his new collection for Schumacher. Let’s all fall down from beauty. She likes this.

Miles Redd for Schumacher

Me, I imagine the birds in blossoms below covering a chaise longue. Except, the pattern’s got a 12 foot repeat, which means that unless you’re making curtains for your 12-foot high ballroom some of the glory might be lost? Tempted anyway. Pricing will likely dissuade. Thoughts from the experts?

Brighton Pavilion

Cost Plus World Market

Which brings us to Cost Plus World Market. To be forever be remembered, in Northern California at least, as a source of Tiger Balm and illicit teen forays.  Recently I wandered into one of their stores and took a look. While you could start small with their throw pillows, they’ve got good ones, I loved the arm chairs. Again with the birds, branches, blooms.

Floral Armchair

The jewel toned velvet arm chair, noticing my enjoyment said, “Well my goodness little Sturdy Gal, change comes to us all.” The peacock versions murmured in assent.

Nina Chair Large Photo

The Grande Dames might endorse transparent acrylic legs?

Fear banished, planning begins. In my future, a trip to the San Francisco fabric showroom. A chaise longue for the guest room, in what, red and black? Aqua and cream? Succumb to Schumacher? I rub my hands together.

I have never before looked back at my life as a series of color choices. It’s like snapping filters over old photos. Recite. Brown, red, rosy taupe, brown, aqua, pink. Does the history of colors in your house reveal anything to you? I haven’t yet extrapolated any meaning yet, only just noticed there’s a story at all.


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Blue Nile Adds Diamond Studs In Several Sizes To Their Secret Sale

Hey guys, Blue Nile has added some diamond studs to their secret sale. I like mine either small, like this 1/4 carat total weight pair, or not small, like these.

1 carat total weight. Platinum

Again the sale’s 40% off with code SECRETSALE. That’s not nothing. It means the 1/4 carat pair are yours, or your daughter’s, for $417 vs. $695. And so on. You just might be in the market – diamond studs are exceptionally useful pieces of jewelry.


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