Monthly Archives: July 2016

Bien Dans Sa Peau

Alas, something so intangible can’t be wrapped up in a pretty box and purchased. Like so many lovely things, it’s something money can’t buy.

Lovely Things~ Happy Birth Days

Our children’s birthdays are bittersweet reminders of the passage of time.

Christmas in July

Tradition tells that Victorian mothers started preparing homemade Christmas presents by the end of the summer.  And although many of us tend to put Christmas out of our minds until post-Thanksgiving Day Christmas music, commercials, and sales begin, is there any reason why we cannot sprinkle some Christmas tradition into our last few weeks of summer? I’ve […]

Sizzling Summer Reads

In a Midwestern town, far from any beach or beautiful mountain view, she watched from her window while thunderhead clouds rolled over the rooftops of the craftsman-style homes in her neighborhood.  The wind blew the oppressive heat from her yard as the lightning seemed to play call and response on either side of the horizon. […]

Craving Calm

I’m reminded of the Seinfeld episode where George’s father explodes, “SERENITY NOW!” It has become my battle cry.

Lovely Thing~ Queen Anne’s Lace

Secure in its simplicity, it begs not for attention. Secure in its purpose, it thrives without excuse.

Good Guys and Bad Guys

My two and a half year old son is very into good guys and bad guys.  In fact, he knows almost all of the Star Wars and Super Hero good guys and bad guys by name.  And to top it all off, he frequently leaves the house dressed in a good guy or bad guy […]

The Changing of the China

My mom has at least four collections of china.  She has an everyday pattern, a Lenox Butterfly Meadow spring pattern, Pfaltzgraff’s Winterberry for winter, and her wedding china, Noritake Cervantes, for special occasions. Although my dad might complain a teeny bit about the lack of cabinet and counter space that occurs when my mom switches out her plates […]

A Simple Dinner Party

The fact that my guests were legendary hostesses had not escaped me. As a young girl, I watched these ladies throw an annual Christmas Tea for 200 and sculpt pastry into swans filled with crab rangoon. I kid you not.