Fog Linen, JaneGee

The scene is Portsmouth, New Hampshire—just a stone’s throw from Maine. Seaside village. Cobbled streets. And the place where I found a gorgeous slate gray apron by Fog Linen in a sweet little shop called JaneGee. I say slate gray, but I also mean rich, warm,...

Sunday Morning, Paris

7:30 on a Sunday morning in Paris is mostly quiet. The streets are deserted, but littered with debris left by the revelers of Saturday night. In empty cobbled passageways the flutter of pigeons’ wings passing between the roofs is the only sound to join the...

Banner Year for Foxgloves

I’ve been on the road. And up to my eyeballs in work and life. It’s a fine savory stew, my life, with many ingredients I wouldn’t wish to remove. If only there were more hours in the day to do all the things I long to do. This weekend we witnessed a...