A place for everything, everything in its place. ~ Benjamin Franklin Ask any of my former schoolmates or coworkers and one thing they will agree upon is my neatness. In grammar school, receiving a nod from the teacher, the rest of the class was to observe my perfect desk, brown paper bag-covered text...
Things aren't like they used to be... I sound just like my mother. Starting out in the industry over twenty five years ago, I learned fashion's directive was primarily Europe. We would anxiously await publications to print photos from the runway shows so we could devour the trends and apply them to our line,...
7:30 am drop-off at school 8 am Shoprite and CVS for mom's essentials 10 am drive over to mom's house 1 pm back home for an appointment in the showroom 3 pm pick-up Brenna, come home to start homework 4 pm drop Brenna back at school for theatre practice 4:20 pm return phone...
As a child, I would receive a brand new coat each winter. I suppose my mother believed in fresh starts for the New Year. Speaking of fresh, as this mild winter approached along with the onset of exterior house repairs in November, my husband and I assessed the battered post lights flanking the...
