I love to meet friends for lunch. In big groups, or small groups, or when it’s just two of us. We catch up with each other’s lives, trade travel stories, or family stories, swap books… whatever. I guess you could say, I’m a lady who lunches. An unrepentant lady who lunches. source I say unrepentant because …
We’re having a resurgence of winter here in eastern Ontario, indeed in most of Canada, it seems. Snow and sleet and freezing rain. And high winds. Yesterday, I ensconced myself by the gas stove in my sun room, and read. And napped. Most of the windows looking out onto the river were frosted from the freezing rain. …
I’ve been making myself up since I was fifteen. Trying to find the perfect balance of too much makeup and just enough.
“Stop!” I shrieked as we hurtled along the Bass Highway, south of Melbourne, Australia, “Stu-u-u… sto-o-o-op. It’s the giant worm!” Ha. Writing that makes me laugh. When I shouted at Hubby to stop, we were on our way from Melbourne to Victoria’s Ninety Mile Beach, and from there heading up the Great Alpine Road to …
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I’ve been rhapsodizing over Easter bonnets quite a bit lately, it seems. On this blog and over on Brenda Ray Coffee’s blog 1010 Park Place. Waxing nostalgic over Easter bonnets, new shoes, and other spring finery. It’s a perfect year to be sighing over Easter bonnets, since puffed sleeves, frills, and furbellows of all sorts are …
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