Christmas and books just go together.  And if I receive a book for a Christmas present, I am usually very delighted. Lists are created of the most popular or most purchased books of…

This young woman knows that hot pink is a fetching alternative to traditional red for Christmas.  Even the door to her apartment is decorated with a cheery hot pink wreath that may or…

Did you know that you can use the search button on this blog to have a nice read of all The Twelve Days of a Feminine Christmas?  A reader recently did that and…

“We’ll use what we have in the house”, said my grandmother when I asked her how I could wrap a Christmas present for my mother when the shop was out of paper and…

The fall has brought new ways to grieve my mother – certain views of the sky, slants of light, driving by her favorite shops.  My mourning comes with tears which I have helped…

I feel as though I just got married.  No, not really.  But my generous aunt gifted me with my grandmother’s sterling silver flatware recently.  Delightfully, it’s a full set and then some. Many…

Many years ago I worked as the assistant to the assistant of a small bank’s president.  The degree of separation was very short and I became friendly with the president, a lovely woman…

Our lovely model is wearing a blue wool swimsuit by famed fashion designer, Claire McCardell.  The year is 1947. No Lycra rash guards or euro-tech high-tensile fabrics, which make up much of today’s…

Today’s holiday du jour is National Lipstick Day, a favorite of mine.  Women are posting lipstick love all over social media and I’m loving it. Famous British makeup artist, Lisa Eldridge is asking…

Summer is more than underway and now that we are at the height of the season, I find myself wondering, how did we live without air conditioning growing up?  In fact, we didn’t…

My sister once bought a small clay pot of a bronzing concoction called “Indian Earth”.  And what a mess we made with it.  Powdery and dry, we tried to create a natural tan…

“Can I come to Summer too?”, asked my little granddaughter when I explained on the phone that I had gone somewhere where it was summer and not winter. We’ve had a long shivery…