The Wonder Years
Watching the atom bomb test… When it rains, it pours… Will you buy me a Dior dress? My love of handbags developed early… We are…
Contradictions: a daughter’s unvarnished rememberance
Over the last few days, so many people have talked about my mother’s generosity, her kindness, how much she enjoyed helping people. All of this…
Short hiatus
My mother passed away yesterday, peacefully, after a long illness. I’m on my way to Ohio to help with arrangements. I’ll be back (both to…
Chic, two ways
As I sit here with the bottom half of my face slathered in vaseline to mitigate the effects of three days of non-stop, headcold-induced nose…
Will you buy me a Dior dress?
“You don’t go to Dior to buy a dress, you go to use the telephone.” If a modern day Patricia were to ask her thug…
Foulard de la semaine
I’m really liking the softer, smaller (70cm x 70cm) scarves. There’s less fabric to work with, but it’s easier to get these more casual, insouciant…
Worth Another Look: Coach
Back when I first became aware of Coach handbags, they were known for excellent workmanship, timeless design and a lifetime guarantee. I coveted the elegant,…
Une femme’s Phrasebook
Walkus interruptus – stopping to answer the phone on your way out the door with les chiens, resulting in escalating levels of canine frustration. ~…
Yes, Giorgio!
No, I’m not flashing back to the reputedly execrable 1982 movie starring Luciano Pavarotti. The Giorgio I’m feeling very affirmative about is this guy, who…
