Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
I thank my father for teaching me the wonder of Aerosoles shoes. I wandered into the store at the St. John’s Town Center and found these little babies for $19.99—originally $79.99! Hannie wanted a photo so here it is. Gray? Blue-gray? All I know is the low heel is very walkable and I love the…
Olive, gray, navy, aubergine (that’s the actual name for eggplant, my mom told me) — supposedly these are fall’s hot colors. I used them as a guideline in a Beading with Wendy Wednesday last week that carried into this week and even today. Here’s a sampling: On the left we have an asymmetrical gray and…
“Yes, but why were you two on a silver kick?” is a question I neglected to answer in my last post. The Parisian market (which sold doormats that read, “le petit palais”) had a stack of silver-plate plates (sounds redundant but is not) that were used by some governor for his lavish dinner parties in…
This weekend is rather notorious For fun and pursuits non-laborious So we filled up with gas Gave our day jobs a pass And decided Savannah is glorious! (Photos: top-Colonial Cemetery on Abercorn; Right-Ballastone Inn; Below-Chris and me at Fort Pulaski) A city at peace was the perfect place to watch summer fade into fall. Just…
Rainy Florida summers must provide prime mushroom-growing conditions, because every time Chris and I head out for a jog (Chris)/skate (Mari) together, they are lined up along our route like minions waiting to see their queen. And they get HUGE. The huger, the better—when it comes to mushroom-punting. Every so often along our loop Chris…
Fort Matanzas National Park (that’s French for Fort Massacre…lovely) was closed for debris removal Saturday. Chris and I could have called to discover this, but instead we decided to drive all hour and a half down there and read the sign for ourselves. Oooops. So we crossed the parking lot to the beach, popped a…
One day I started rethinking my decision to not register for any matching plates. I wanted to avoid having high-priced, fancy-dancy China in nice hutches that we never ate on. Plus, I liked my mis-matched but coordinated solid black and black-and-yellow taxi cab plates along with the conglomeration of salad plates. But once in awhile…
