Month: August 2009

Saturday Morning at 7:47am

This summer I have spent a lot of time with the boy child. He’s not in Hawaii, or Costa Rica, or Australia. I am not

Argyle Memories

I like argyle as a concept. There’s something about the diamonds in the pattern, the crossing lines, the mathematics, that feels right. Argyle reminds me

Is Your Family Tartan Authentic?

In my family, we love to think of ourselves as Scots. At least the men do. The women are a little bemused. All that stomping

Lilly…With A Twist!

I’ve got a guest post up at Lilly Lovers. Using the Lilly Pulitzer brand to tell some stories, with a twist. And a Polyvore. You’re

Saturday Morning at 7:54am

I heard raccoons howling in the night. Thumping on my roof. They must be climbing up my elm. I haven’t even looked to see if

Secret Nefarious Villains

As I said, the next morning all my pond plants had fallen over. Again. And this time I noticed that my lovely floating water hyacinths

To Be This AND That

Sometimes our efforts to stretch, to take a risk, to be both this and that, leave us humbled. Humbled and muddy. I have a pond

Madeleine Albright Says, "Read My Pins".

We are not alone, pin-wearers. Jill, at Stella’s Roar, brought this to my attention. Ms. Albright, our former Secretary of State (and a Wellesley graduate),