In my forever goal to live in a vacation home, I have discovered that I have certain faults. I am a hoarder of beautiful things and I have an unhealthy obsession with plates. I don’t think I’ve ever left an antique shop without a new piece of gilded Limoges porcelain, and I don’t think I’ve ever had room service in a hotel without “accidentally” “dropping” a plate into my “bag.” Whatever, I admit it’s a problem and I’m doing so much better about it.
This bitch is done! I’ve been celebrating ever since the last blog post I did on my movie resolution. Then, I remembered I had to pick my favorites and I […]
I barely do mornings in America, I certainly don’t do them here in Europe. There is little chance for me ever becoming a morning person. I’m not sure if it’s […]