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Writing this I want to tell you about what I am seeing as I travel... my favorite places… but all I really want to do is tell my mom. 

It has been a year since she died. 

It has been such a long year without her. 

She and I had this thing.  I would call her when I would travel...tell her what I saw. 

We both loved that time. It was important to me to share my experiences with her. 

I am stumped as to what to write now so if it’s ok, I’m just going to tell my mom. 


It has been an amazing year of travel.  This Christmas I am adding to the list. 

We landed in Paris in the pitch dark... dark at 8am. 

Winter in Paris. 

The hotel you would approve of... soft and detailed and it smells so good, a custom scent they said, of cut grass and flowers, so you! 

We dropped our bags and had breakfast.  Your kind of eggs.. lots of cream in them.  A buttery croissant and apricot jam. 

Over time this has become our pattern.  Land, breakfast, then usually we go see the pet stores.  The children are grown now, but everyone still wanted to go. 

Time has changed.  The pet stores are now gone, all but one.  We didn’t go.  

Later I heard Stuart circled back during the day to go see the one pet store left. 

I love that about her.  


Mom, Dad would be proud.  We went to see the Picasso museum.  His love of art is a part of me. 


At first, the shock of the Modern had me whisper under my breath, “I am not a fan of Picasso”, but as I went through the halls (which were art themselves) I fell in love with what I called my own collection of Picasso’s. 


You were allowed to take photos so I collected everything I loved. It was shocking to take the photo then walk up closely and see the detail of the paint. 


What an amazing mind.  What a gift from God to see in a way no one had ever had before.  To paint and explain an art that had never existed before.  I stood in amazement. 

Thank you Picasso.  Thank you God. 

The evenings were filled with the Christmas lights and the Christmas trees of Paris.  I never saw a Christmas tree stand.  They take a quarter of the tree stump then nail the tree into it.  All tree ..no stand.  Perfect. 

Many of the trees were flocked.  All white, or red, or even blue.  They were pretty and dramatic.  Not one tree was cone shaped.  Each had its natural shape.  Perfect nature. 

Every time I come to Paris I cannot get over the doors, the door knockers, and the paint colors.  The blue is my favorite.  No the red... no the ice pale blue... it goes on like that the entire time.  I just can’t decide. 


We all went to the Dior exhibit.  The line to see it snaked around the block.  I thought it would be interesting, but around the block?  What do I know!  It was fantastic! 

Dior is IT. 

The beginning of so many greats.  The designs and genius blew me away.  You could stand in front of a group of dresses for an hour and not take in each detail, but it was packed and the tight halls had me moving faster then I would have liked.  No disrespect Mr. Dior but I caught a little claustrophobia at your show!


And then as any sane woman would do... I went shopping! 

I love Printemps because it is more manageable and so many people were jammed into Gallery Lafayette.

Walking the Maris until closing was perfect. The cafes open and lights twinkling made me feel a little Parisian.  Proud that in a few Stores they spoke French to me first, not certain I was American.  A beautiful scarf helps that every time!

Each night I would look out my window to see the Eiffel Tower shining for her 5 minutes and get up early to see the sun rise behind Notre Dame.  


I always say that Paris is my favorite.. 

until I go to Italy!


And we are off...

Thanksgiving is now one of my favorite holidays.

Thanksgiving... my standard response through the years was, "It's my least favorite holiday"

You spend all day cooking (my sisters did) and then eat yourself silly (everyone did that)
Then completely stuffed, you do dishes...for what seems like hours! 

Maybe that was because I always have kitchen duty. 

I’ve changed.  I think I understood the change when I was giving an interview. “What is your favorite meal?”

Thinking... thinking...thinking... “Oh.. I know!  Thanksgiving!!!”

Hmmm that was a different response, but now it is so true. 

All my favorite people (my family)

All my favorite foods at one time! (My grandmothers strawberry salad that my sister now makes) the original stuffing we always had (said because now everyone thinks they have the best stuffing recipe) and always the first bite of turkey (while it is still being carved)


My brother in law cooks the turkey to perfection and then carves it only as a doctor could. One year we made him wear his white coat!

And .. not to be forgotten, my pecan pie which I BUY every year from Jim and Nicks. Someone will always say it’s too sweet, but will eat two pieces anyway and usually that’s the same person who is sure to tell me to remember to bring it again next year!

When I was growing up, my job was to set the table.  I took it seriously and my mother let me use anything I wanted.  I loved that about her! 

We now all go to my sister Marie’s house and her table is exquisite! She takes table setting double serious! It is special to sit among her favorites, see the name cards, flowers and the family china on the table and we always have the tradition of “the kids table.”

Thanksgiving is now one of my favorite holidays. 

Family perfect and not perfect together.

Foods from my childhood and memories and laughter with family. This year without my mom I know there will be tears. But you know... I’m happy to do the dishes and Marie I promise I will clean with the utmost care!

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone and peace to the world. (We need it extra this year)

I give thanks for you!



The color white can make you crazy and it can put your mind at ease.

White can make you crazy and it can put your mind at ease.

I have decided to paint the interior of my house white.  All white. Everywhere.  

If someone had hired me to select a white color I would have done it in a days time.  No stress and with complete confidence I would have made the perfect selection. 

For my own house I'm going on week 3 of stressing it out.  Paint swatches literally are everywhere in my house.  It has taken a year of contemplation to get to the swatch phase! 

There are a million whites. White with blue, white with gray, white with pink, white that turns a little yellow...you get the point. Crazy!!!

I have started driving myself crazy.  Because it's my own house, I bring all my "stuff" into it... stuff like I don't make mistakes very well.  It's not that I don't make mistakes.. I DO.. it's just I don't do it well.  I fret and worry and second guess myself.  It's a paint color for goodness sake's! 

It has been a long time since I've painted the entire house so I want to get it right. 

Perfection is overrated it's definitely not worth the worry and stress. 

I selected the paint color... FINALLY!

When I walked out to the garden the next day I saw the perfect white. I studied the birds.. the small white blossoms in the garden. There are perfect whites everywhere and maybe if I'm lucky I will feel like the interior of my house will be one too. 



Going on a Buy

Going on a buy I take a lot of parts of me with me.  I know that sounds funny but it is true. 

Confident Curator

Energizer Bunny

Tired Me

Insecure, Doubtful Me (What if I pick what I like and no one likes it)

And always the budget avoider!

Oh... and I can't forget the rationalizer. 

We all get up before daylight if needed, go to faraway places and get lost in the hunt. 

I love the hunt for beautiful things. 

This summer I spent a month and a half buying in the UK, Belgium, France, Holland, Italy and a few towns in Morocco. 

It was a huge buy! 

There are so many beautiful things packed in the FOUR containers coming!

Antiques, art, china, lighting (old and new), garden pots, statues and rugs!

So many beautiful rugs!  It was so much fun hunting for just the right size and color and softness. No machine-made rugs just amazing handmade beauties. Who knew buying rugs was so fun! 

The containers are all hitting the port at once and the excitement builds. 

Then the worry comes how are we going to fit all these amazing items into the stores?

Then I go back to my pictures and am reminded this was the BEST buy I have ever done and I can't wait for you to see what I love!!

Peace Always,


Dolphin in a Garden of Blue Hydrangeas

Standing on the dock or out on the Charleston Harbor my anticipation is always for when a dolphin breaks the surface. 

The surprise.

The magnitude of a warm blooded animal coming above the dark water for air. 

It’s pretty amazing and I consider it a gift every time I see it. 

In my travels over the summer, I found this dolphin sculpture in a garden filled with blue hydrangeas.  Hmmm….. 

One second,

Two second,

Three seconds… 


He breaks surface in Charleston on my next European container, arriving at the end of this month. 

He makes me smile.

Peace Always,


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