I was listening in the other day to a mom and daughter going back and forth on appropriate fashion and it reminded me of the same conversations I used to have with my mom. Dang. We disagreed on anything related to that topic. I drove her crazy with my clothing choices, always. But one thing we agreed on more than not was jewelry. She had an artist’s eye that I envied. I hope I inherited a little of that from her. This is a piece of hers that I am just beginning to appreciate.
Thank you West Elm. I *heart* all of you!
Spare tables that were hanging around have always ended up being my night-stand. This time I chose to style deliberately. I couldn’t be more happy with the result.
Favorite pair of sneaks from a long time ago.
Fabulous breakfast (Tokeland Hotel). Good company (my Dad). Damp drive (squalls and more squalls). Fresh crab for later (Nelson’s OMG). I’m not sure if anything could have made this a better day! Thanks Dad.
Lots of windows, reflection and light. This kind of thing comes around for only a couple of weeks every year and I never get enough of it.
Star and Flurry 