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One Thing at a Time
I’ve been ruminating for awhile about some repairs to my home as I think more and more about retiring from my day job in a few years. So I wrote a list –…
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Blueberry Muffins
I told my man that I would make him blueberry muffins. Last year. I never made those muffins. I don’t know if it was the flour getting all over the floor, my…
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Gloria
I took great interest in the death of Gloria Vanderbilt this week. She is one of a four famous women, all born in the 1920’s that I admire. Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy, Grace…
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The Fragrant Home
Nothing pleased me more than when my young niece opened her gift from me, inhaled deeply and proclaimed, “Auntie, it smells like your house”! I was almost as delighted when a visiting friend…
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The Allure of Compacts
I tenderly glanced at my friend when her 91 year old mother pulled a mirrored compact from her purse to touch up her lipstick after a wonderful restaurant dinner we shared. My friend…
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1953
Pardon me while I am away. I’m visiting 1953. As a teenager, I loved pouring over my parents’ high school yearbook – Class of ’53. The fashions, the bespectacled prim “spinster” teachers, the…
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In Praise of Yellow
The sweetest floral centerpiece I ever saw had buttercups in it. The hostess picked them from her own lawn and jammed them every which way into her swanky floral arrangement. As little as…
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Go Where the Love Is
A few years ago, when I was plagued with unkind women at work, I told myself that I only wanted to go where the love was. I no longer wanted to share my…
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A Seventeen Spring
As much as I love my vintage Back-to-School Seventeen’s, when April comes around, I like to pull out my handful of spring numbers. Seventeen makes even dull rainy April days look like fun. …
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Bespoke
I saw a bespoke headband from the Gap recently. It was labeled “bespoke”. That’s an adjective I’ve been seeing alot of – especially the last few years. So much so, that it’s now…
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Turnips
There is a marvelous scene in the British series House of Eliott where the Eliott sisters, who have been left destitute by their recently-deceased philandering father, tell each other that despite all their…
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Lilac Season
A friend told me yesterday that she is allergic to lilacs. She had my complete sorrow and sympathy. I can’t imagine spring without them. We had several bushes of lilacs on my street…
