25 June 2017

Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
   Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
   Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, 
   The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
   And nearer he’s to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
   When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
   Times still succeed the former. 

Then be not coy, but use your time,
   And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
   You may forever tarry.   ~ Robert Herrick (1591- 1674)






19 June 2017

style LOVE: having a dress up moment HEIRLOOM MODERN


Delphine Manivet

quaint early 13c., "cunning, proud, ingenious," from O.Fr. cointe "pretty, clever, knowing," from L. cognitus "known," pp. of cognoscere "get or come to know well" (see cognizance). Sense of "old-fashioned but charming" is first attested 1795, and could describe the word itself, which had become rare after c.1700 (though it soon recovered popularity in this secondary sense). Chaucer used quaint and queynte as spellings of cunt in "Canterbury Tales" (c.1386), and Andrew Marvell may be punning on it similarly in "To His Coy Mistress" (1650).


Giambattista Valli

Mui Mui

05 June 2017

You can go home again.

What a great surprise to see a great big How They Decorated in the window at the hometown shop that organized the most lovely book signing for me. 
Couldn't have been more tickled than had it been the windows of Bergdorf Goodman! 

Friends, one from first grade, insisted on a to-do and it was just terrific. All books were Sold and Signed and more ordered. The shop, Selections, will keep some in stock this summer.

My parents courted and married in this little place as did my grandparents. 
Yes- it's a small Southern town - one of the northernmost, resting along the Virginia border. Its claim to fame is Snow which falls more often here than any other place in the Triangle area and beyond. 

There is goodness and kindness. This is where I grew up. It shaped me with those things, and it gave me a little library to immerse myself in during the summer months. 
It's where I decided to write. 
To think. To grow- one never stops. 
Simply put, I have simple needs.There is no grandeur, no hustling on the street, no city sounds, just the night with its crickets and an occasional braying dog. 
It's where I learned to love, to hurt, to heal. 

Yes, Thomas Wolfe you can go home again. 
It will be different. 
It will be the same, but you will be changed by it and because of it.


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