This is one of my favorite times of day. The sun is going down, off to the side of my kitchen window. And as Dickinson would say…
Here’s a very short story of suburban dystopia for all those parents who hate play dates.
Around 500 years ago, the god among men, Leonardo Da Vinci, painted the Mona Lisa. It’s a work of artistic brilliance. Brushstrokes disappear. Anatomical features are detailed with striking accuracy. Da Vinci blurs the background and gives Lisa the spotlight. She is close up and face-to-face. Light and shadow playing around her. This painting raised
I wrote this post back in 2013! Wow, how is that possible? Since then, I have thrown two successful dinner parties, though I’m always trying to up my game. I have yet to take it outside like the one I describe in this post, so in that sense it’s still very much a goal I’m
What elevates a lady’s mood and her height? High heels. Today, I’m giving you a peak into some of the beauties in my closet.
I’ve redesigned my Pinterest page with board covers. See what a remarkable difference it makes.
I’ve been paying attention to my mind a lot lately. What I mean is that I’ve been listening to the things that my brain says, and I’ve been asking questions and demanding answers.
For you to understand what the heck I’m talking about, I’ll give you an example from as recently as this morning.
I’m a sporadic sort. Flighty, inconsistent, unreliable. I’m a free-spirit damn it! I’m not ashamed of it, but I am often ashamed of the consequences of it. When it comes to my failures at being a lady, the thing that shows my inconsistency more than anything else is probably the condition of my nails.
Part One: The door-to-door AT&T salesperson is a bona fide douche. So, the AT&T guy made himself quite comfortable in my home this evening. When I mention to him that he might be a murderer, which is perfectly normal, he laughs it off and says, “Why would I want to lie?” Ughhhh. Duhhhh. Cause you