I don’t know about you, but to me, 2011 just flew by. And here we are on the brink of 2012! Around this time of year, it seems like everyone is doing some sort of retrospective of the past 365 days—ranging from wistful reminiscing to clear-eyed analysis…
I spent the Christmas holiday with my mom. And one morning, I observed that she had many colorful vignettes involving vegetables, plants and flowers scattered around her house…
For the Christmas holiday, my mom was kind enough to host Andrew and me at her lovely home in Exton, PA. While she hasn’t put up a tree since my dad died twelve years ago, I thought she did a fine job of decorating her house with little festive flourishes.
My dad took this photo of me when I was maybe four years old. (Lovely ’70s furniture in our old apartment, right?)…
I’ve always loved holly as a symbol of the yuletide season. (Maybe it’s because we had a lot of holly bushes around the house where I grew up.) The shiny, scalloped green leaves and eye-catching red berries look so festive when dusted with white snow…
The Chanel post a couple of weeks ago was supposed to close out my “Inspired by Nature” series, but I’m throwing in this one as a little bonus…
Let me now take a stab at dispelling a common myth that crops up around Christmastime. There are some folks who insist that enjoying the holidays requires cold weather, the delightful anticipation of a snowfall, and the warm coziness of a crackling fire…
I totally admire those brilliant paper confectioners who transform their presents into visual feasts by using hand-printed paper (hell, they probably make their own!) and adding ephemera…
Today’s post is my mini love letter to the City of Lights. Ah yes, Paris. I was lucky enough to spend my junior year abroad there—from 1993 through 1994—and was smitten…
…I found the rosy-hued palette of this pile of crisp, fallen leaves to be beautiful. (And of course I loved the visual pop of color from the lone bright yellow leaf.)