Off My Game and My Kind of Gun!
On Friday I had lunch (a luscious Afghan lamb stew) with a former boss and co-worker and what a treat
I Needed Some Thrift Store Love…and I Got It!
I have a morning routine. Most of us do. After enjoying coffee (several cups) while reading emails, I either start
Who Needs a Dream House?
Okay, I’ll admit sometimes when I’m looking at one of my home/design magazines I sigh and I covet…a smidge. Gosh,
Well, Let’s Just Say I’m Nettled!
Ninety-five percent of the time my vintage reselling biz runs smoothly and calmly without hiccups or undue stress. Once in
I’ll Take This!!
I got to the thrift store 30 minutes after it opened and spotted these stone bookends right away. No one
This is How Grief is Sometimes
Late Saturday afternoon I went out to sit on our stoop and do a bit of journaling. The light warm
Hunting for Vintage 