Last week the Accidental Icon Project turned seven. I can’t help but think of the term “seven-year itch” because I have one. The term, introduced in 1955 when I was two, came from a film based on a play starring Marilyn Monroe and Tom Ewell. In keeping with my...

In recent weeks, I’ve been feeling like the work in our new house has been going so very slow. We are working our way from the outside in, getting the things that require pleasant weather to be done first. So we’re repairing our front stoop and walkway and putting in...

This post is sponsored by Hair Biology, all thoughts, and opinions are my own.  “The key issue here is that grey hair, natural or otherwise, is like a white blanket; everything shows.” Beth Minardi. This summer my hair is the longest it’s been since I was 40 years...

For all my readers who struggle with letting themselves have something they love I can never settle for accepting something, just as it is. I’m compelled to find out the “history” of it. I can’t seem to embrace or comprehend the person, place or thing unless I do. I...

I always come back here with an apology for not writing. However, I’ve been doing a great deal of it. I finished a book proposal for a book I am calling, “How To Be Old” (you have all inspired me) and submitted 2 essays for a writing class I’ve been taking that...

I find it so interesting that while we endorse the idea that our denim jeans have a unique ability to gain character and value as they get older, fade and get used, we resist applying the same logic to the aging process of human beings. Why do we allow so many...

I’m very attracted to all things old right now. Houses, furniture, perennials, trees, clothes, and women writers. I’m looking to them in the hope they'll share some secrets they know about how to be old. They all seem so satisfied with their circumstances, yet they...

This post is sponsored by P.volve. All thoughts and opinions are my own. The other day while hanging out in the kitchen discussing one of the many projects that need to get done for the house, Calvin remarked that my arms and legs looked leaner and my posture was much...

During this first week of March, I’m thinking about morning rituals. I’m at my very best in the morning. I can sustain my attention, my mood is good unless the vestiges of a bad dream hang around my shoulders, a slight weight of something being not right draped around...

Thank you for all the good wishes and tips I received after my last post. Words can’t describe the suffusion of warmth I felt as I read comment after comment. I feel so grateful, during these times, for the community we have created here of articulate, thoughtful,...

I apologize for the lapse in posting, but the last month of getting to the closing of the house, coordinating the actual move and moving has been taking up most of my time. Of course, I still need to do some work for Accidental and my consulting, babysitting duty and...

I consider myself to be a very open person, yet I prefer to sleep on my side. Curled into a fetal position, I feel safe and usually have the sweetest and deepest of sleep. Two weeks ago I woke to a dull painful ache in my shoulder, intensifying with each passing day....

Since I’ve been a small girl, I’ve always imbued objects with magical properties. Perhaps it came from being raised as a very strict Catholic, whereas an inquisitive child it compelled you to suspend disbelief. Because of your faith, you had to believe the most...

This post is sponsored by Hair Biology. All thoughts and opinions are my own. There’s been a good deal of chatter about hair on my blog and Instagram since we’ve all had to spend time in quarantine. Whether lamenting our inability to get a haircut or worrying over...

I’ve been watching fashion shows this month. I’ve been curious about what designers produced during the pandemic and how they’re choosing to present their collections considering the same. While there has been a great deal of buzz about Kim Jones being chosen to fill...

I’ve ventured out from the safe and lovely refuge I created in the space between illness and health. There is a tentativeness about these forays, so different from the way I used to just burst audaciously out my door and into the city. Always open to meeting any...