My mother was a gardener, as was her mother. In my late twenties, my favorite garden-related activity was to read books where other people wrote about working in their gardens. It all started with Dee Hardie's column for House Beautiful, "A View from Thornhill Farm". Each month, I'd find a quiet moment to savor the new issue's colorfully inspiring interiors, saving Dee's column to devour last - just like a favorite chocolate in a sampler box. Read more
Posts tagged: ceramics
Oh Lana you are looking oh so fine. I secretly want to spend an entire afternoon just hanging about in that big pink clam shell, lazing idly among all those pillows. How about we throw in a good summer read and a bag of Cape Cod Waves potato chips while we're at it. Ah ... what a perfect lazy summer day that would be.
Lucky me spent last weekend visiting my fabulously talented friend Merrill Strange on Nantucket. When Merrill is not busy working on her beautiful hand painted ceramics, she likes to pack a walk, a bike ride, a swim and a tennis game into every day. I've never been so happy I don't play tennis - there is no way I could keep up. We walked, talked, rode bikes to Sconset (and to Surfside, Madaket and Steps beach), swam, drank a little wine, and ate a lot of delicious seafood and fresh strawberries. I called her Miraval Merrill.