Love Notes

I've decided that the early weeks of November leading up to Thanksgiving are for thinking.  Borrowing from Linus in the Charlie Brown Christmas special, I’ve been pondering, "What is this Thanksgiving season really all about?"  (This secular epistle will set aside religion, although I've been thinking about faith a lot lately too).   

Perhaps Thanksgiving is about connectedness - between family, friends and community.  And pilgrims and native Americans.   Who did a pretty darn good job setting the standard for neighborliness.  

I imagine you’ve got family and friends and giving thanks pretty well covered for this week, so I’m going to turn our little Love Note monocle on community.    READ MORE

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There's something so tender about the early evening in a city, when the streets dim and windows begin to glow, revealing little vignettes of life inside.   A woman with an apron at her kitchen sink.  A lamp turned on beside a favorite chair.  A flicker of warmth from a fireplace.

I came across the photograph above and couldn't stop staring. 

I couldn't stop staring  ...  and imagining.  It's got to be Paris right?  What is the woman with the apron making for dinner?  Gougères I bet.  Yum, my favorite.  Who does the leg in the window above her belong to?  Her son or daughter?  Or a stranger in another apartment?  Or a perhaps a handsome stranger she'll fall in love with in the film adaptation spinning about in my head.  What scent does our undoubtedly beautiful apron-clad protagonist wear?  It has to be French, of course.  It's turns out to be the leg-man's mother's signature scent too, and that's how they strike up a conversation in the elevator.  READ MORE

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Good things come in small boxes.  And sometimes with small price tags too.  Today, we're looking at little treasures.

Are you familiar with the lover's eye?

It all began in the late 1700s, when King George IV (then the rakish Prince of Wales) went to the opera and that evening fell madly in love with Maria Fitzherbert.   She was a Catholic, a widow and a commoner; he was heir to the throne.  Marriage was thrice forbidden.   While this deterred Mrs. Fitzherbert, George was relentless in his pursuit of passion, and in a gesture as secret as it was romantic, he sent her a tiny portrait of his own eye, painted in watercolor on ivory.   READ MORE

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Time for a little cocktail fun.   Follow along with Manhattanite bright young things, "Martini Weenies", as they relentlessly search the city's hot spots (and beyond) in search of the elusive perfect 'tini.   Today's note also includes a few gift ideas for the cocktail-ophile on your list, and of course a little bauble fun for that well deserving gift giver or receiver.    Almost all of our Holiday collection is now up online - come have a gander here.  READ MORE

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We are just back a wonderful Thanksgiving week in Harbour Island.   I've leaned into some much needed R&R, beach time, frozen rum drinks, and lots of big belly laughs - topped off with all this pink sand and Bahamian blue water inspiration for my upcoming resort collection). I am thankful for family and friends who are like family, and of course for all of you dear readers.  I hope your Thanksgiving was absolutely spectacular.  READ MORE

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