Birds of a feather flock to my feeder, scattering seeds and sending delight.
Birds of a feather flock to my feeder, scattering seeds and sending delight.
I’ve always had this thing for textiles + patterns. No matter where I am, and my kids will swear to the veracity of this statement, I’ll grab some object adoringly, not for its design or function, but for the material encasing it. Like clockwork, I announce, “This would make a gorgeous pillow!” I’m a freak about making …
We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch-we are going back from whence we came John F. Kennedy
To the dismay of my youngest child, I’ve encouraged the habitation of a posse of little birds that nest and chirp near my mudroom porch. Her reasons for panic are justified. I’m also a big film buff, and treated my children to a Friday night of Alfred Hitchcock classics ages ago. It never occurred to …
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