An Invitation to Bermuda
Today, lucky me is off visiting gardens of the Cotswolds.
And today, lucky you has a wonderful Love Note to devour, guest authored by the charming doyenne of Bermuda, unpaid BDA Chamber of Commerce MVP, my dear friend who wishes to remain anonymous!
I'll now hand over the prettiest, hibiscus laden, beribboned baton (which I'm sure you can imagine in your mind's eye): READ MORE
Today's note might have simply been titled "Old Favorites". Perhaps it should have been. It's about the pieces and places we reach for again and again - those that offer comfort and confidence in equal measure. The jeans that fit just right, just like Zac Brown sings. Or that little black dress that's been in your closet for years, but still lets you walk into a party like you were walking onto a yacht.
The image above popped into my mind ... a comfortable English cottage in the country, one with a room just like this ... maybe it feels familiar to you, too?* Perhaps one of the arms on the chintz sofa is a bit worn, but it's worn from love. Maybe even from the love of someone you once loved. Who might have been a dog. READ MORE
Welcome, summer.
There’s something about these first few white-hot (or not) days of summer that feel like a blank page—sun-drenched, wide open, and humming with possibility. Maybe it’s the light: longer now, softer, spilling into the evening with no sense of hurry. Maybe it’s the white dresses—satin and linen, cotton and embroidery —appearing like a quiet little parade of joy in motion. Or maybe it’s just that this season, more than any other, invites us to softly begin again. READ MORE
Today's note is a bit of different ... I am so pleased to introduce my first guest author ... cue the drum roll ... please welcome my fabulous intern Blake Green, who will be graduating from Episcopal High School in two short weeks. She has been a joy to have on the team - full of style, enthusiasm, and grace, not to mentioned a dose of much appreciated technical saavy. READ MORE
I stumbled upon this curious shell tree during a March beach walk in Boca Grande, and got to wondering about its architect ... was he or she a he or she? Young or old? A local or a visitor like me?
Several decades ago, while I stumbled along towards an unpreventable divorce, a therapist told me I was "a searcher". Well I certainly was searching then - for a way to mend this enormously sad situation I was facing. But what else did she really mean?
I'm still searching for the answer. READ MORE
