MY GRANDMOTHER taught me how to knit when I was a forever-pink-tutu-and tiara-wearing little girl, and while she would go on to create extravagant masterpieces, I, on the other hand...
. . . one of the guestrooms in p’s parents’ home has the most luxuriously lovely floral bedding trimmed in...
… whether tiered & romantically lacy cupcake stands or a warm & welcoming pile of mohair blankets, there is nothing quite...
. . . whether a wrought-iron italian campaign canopy or time-worn wood and draped in yards and yards of twilight...
. . . fashionably late once more and it’s quickly becoming clear that things will continue to be a little...
. . . good morning! hope you had a lovely, lovely weekend; had the wonderful privilege of spending a perfect...
. . . doors flung open to the languor of early evening breezes and petal-laden dreams that begin in hazy...