I should have said.......oh, I should have said, thank you.   But I didn't.  And now it's too late.  And so it begins, my reflections on thankfulness......... We bundle our children up and send them to school five days a week.  We hope for the best.  We hope the...

She had been born under difficult circumstances just seven years ago, and ever since that singular day, her mother had watched over her with some concern.  Slim and seemingly fragile as a blade of grass, she felt things deeply.  Easily moved by the tiniest sadness or the smallest happine...

Oh my...........could they be any lovelier?  Could they be any more talented?  Could they be any more accommodating ?  Why blogger Melanie of Modello Designs and the new flock of Peacock Painters were downright embarrassingly good (and darling)..... each and every one of them....

 She was enthusiastic about paint.  She liked matte, she liked semi-gloss, she liked glossy.  But every paint has its purpose.  Her purpose for the moment was to buy a water-based, eco-friendly, semi-gloss black paint.  For the doors in her own pavilion - so crisp....

Oh, just two last goodies to share from the last African trip...... Several flat and graphic leather bags - for hanging on door knobs or hooks to add decorative flair.  Scattered on a vintage hand embroidered bedspread bought in Jaipur . A cache of five pairs of large, heavy vintage Northern M...

Oh, there were days when her Moroccan basket did not seem so full. Days when she peered into the basket and only a few blooms peered back at her.  But there was no easy shortcut. Each flower had to be picked one by one; it was the only way.  It was best to approach the task with curiosit...

She had a problem with lust, she had a problem with desire, she had a problem with coveting.... She knew she was married but she couldn't help herself.... You see, she whispered , she was easily seduced by good looks. Call her vain, call her superficial, call her shallow -- it was no worse than what...

The blogging girl started off on her journey. In the car she stapled documents, she wrote emails, she made phone calls. But she felt uneasy, somehow. There was a lurking feeling that she had forgotten something, something important. At the airport, the person behind the Emirates Air counter told her...

In case you didn't know, Marrakech has its own wee little fun fair, for wee little kids.  It's called Kawkab Jeux .  It was Sunday, and so the American family set off......... There were tickets to be bought. The little girl, Skylar, kicked off her shoes. The blogging Mom also took off her...

Ah, that poor blogging girl. She meant well, you see.  So very earnest, with her borrowed black canvas down coat, with her flat, black sheepskin boots, with her practical Isotoner gloves, with her Hayden-Harnett travel bag.  Her hair tucked behind her ears, her little notebook and pencil a...