favorite black cashmere crew that I left in London for my youngest daughter
Continue readingthese clothes have legs…
harvest moon dinner
a few stops along the way to prep a little dinner for six…
Continue readingfavorite summer dinner
Saturday, July 18th, a celebration to always be remembered…
Continue readingeasing into the fall
Dinner at home for twelve with the first blueberry pie of the season.
Continue reading100 days
Second daughter Booie sent me a simple text this morning: 100 days.
I sent her a simple reply: 3,000 pushups.
30 pushups a day is a thing I do for wedding season. It’s a thing I do in general.
Pushups are never easy. They are only easier when I’m in the habit of doing them.
So, here we are. Headed towards Booie and Connor’s wedding this July.
Time to hit the deck. Every day pushups. Every day everything actually. 🙂
where do the days go
Yesterday, April 1st, I had every intention of sitting down to write and publish a post here. It did not happen. I’ve had that intention just about every day. I can’t seem to get myself to push through it.
Maybe it’s the habit factor. When you fall off, you fall off.
Here we are with days turning into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years.
The last year or two, I’ve been leaning into quieter things, like reading and needlepoint. There have been so many books I want to record, and canvases that need to be stretched and finished.
Anyway, there’s been good food and good clothes, things that also provide pleasure.
Here’s to April 2nd and the opportunity always to begin again, wherever you may be.
Wedge Salad and Homemade Pizza
On Tuesday evening, my husband and I returned home after 44 hours of travel from Uganda. It was our first time visiting Africa, and it felt both intimate and immense. I have so many feelings and memories from the trip that I want to reflect on, yet for that evening, I was grateful for our two daughters, who picked us up at the airport and had dinner waiting.
They had the table set, the wine open, the candles lit, and pizza in the oven. It was divine. A wedge salad started us off, and we finished with a few chocolates.
We felt welcomed home and loved.
Every day dress, wedge salad, and homemade pizza.
create your own magic
bake a cake, set the table, make some dinner – create your own little party
Continue readingengaged
Don’t let the lower-case post title fool you for one little second, we are over the moon that Sarah and Connor became engaged on Friday, November 21st.
This was not an easy feat- planes, trains, automobiles, long-haul flights, secret text threads, secret dress and shoe shopping, secret overnight hang-outs, location services being weirdly turned off or not working months ago.
They met in June 2024, when he was competing in a half-ironman after training with her brother, Maxwell, and then swimming, biking, and running alongside him. We were all there, seventeen of us, I think, in a lakeside Airbnb in Mont-Tremblant, Quebec. He came over for a post-race beer, stayed the night, played with the littles the next morning, and the rest, they say, I guess is all good history. When you know, you know.
Life has a way of arranging things, and this meet-up seemed destined. She told me that when he’s not there, she only wants to know when he’s coming back. That’s so good.
Connor has slipped seamlessly into the family fold; it feels like he’s always been part of the fabric. He and I talk food and wine; he arrives for dinners large and small with a nice bottle, a dip, or a charcuterie board.
Little weekend trips, shared spaces, and then he flew to France to join her as her date for Maxwell and Lexi’s wedding. They started talking about a future together pretty early in their relationship. He joined us in Andover, MA, for the family Thanksgiving in 2024, and after that, it all seemed relatively seamless.
He was like a kid in a candy store planning his proposal. It was like spun sugar; we were all entranced. He was confiding in details with Caroline and planning a surprise dinner. It was magic.
Connor picked the date, the ring, and, along with his family, planned an exquisite engagement dinner, choosing the venue, menu, and fine wines. He and his family had all the details in place, and I was the backup player, bringing in the tablescape, decor, and cake. Lexi, Sarah’s closest friend and sister-in-law, designed and brought all the floral arrangements. Together, we really knocked it out of the park.
After months of planning, dreaming, and scheming, the day arrived. We had flown in Lizzie and Mimi from the UK, Caroline and Sean, and their three littles were also scooped up from the airport. Everyone was hiding out until the big moment. Lizzie and Mimi spent the first night at Monnie’s. We arranged for Caroline, Sean, and the kids to arrive just two hours before the big moment. Sarah and her three sisters text chat constantly, and she has such a sixth sense that I thought she would be able to smell that her sisters were back in town without being told. We were all in a group huddle holding her off. Sarah went unsuspecting to her usual Friday morning Pilates session, only to come home to Connor and an apartment full of white roses, petals strewn everywhere, champagne, a proposal, and a RING. We were a caravan of cars waiting in the wings to congratulate them both and hold her in our arms.
There are moments in your life you don’t forget, and this was one of them. Collective goodwill and tears of joy were shared in their little house and our little network, twenty-three of us in total, all in town that day to celebrate them.
Concurrently with planning travel logistics, I was choosing dresses and shoes. I always knew I was going to gift her a new dress to wear on this special day, and Caroline and I looked at and talked about many iterations over our morning coffee talks, more text threads and screenshots to delete, delete. Surprisingly, we even strategized about her wearing red (!), plot twist, as she looks fantastic in red. Most often, you really have to go through the entire wheel to land where you are supposed to land. In the end, I landed on white and on Staud.
Staud has been a family favorite for years. Co-founders Sarah ‘Staud’ Stuadinger and George Augusto founded their company in 2015 on the premise that fashion should empower women, and be accessible too. With four fashion-forward daughters and two beautiful daughters-in-law, sign me up for that, thank you. Staud has dressed every one of them beautifully. The handbags and shoes have been on their rotation as well.
For this dinner, I chose the Charlotte Dress in Ecru for her. The scoop neck with corset bodice and a-line skirt was elegant and straightforward, and would show off her and her ring. We looked at dresses with embellishment and shine and, in the end, decided that simple was best.
Sarah has been a red-soled shoe lover for years. At my most recent trunk show, she mentioned offhandedly that she loved my Manolo Blahnik slingback pumps. Bingo! I think an engagement is the perfect time to be gifted your first pair of Manolos, so a suede Manolo Blahnik slingback pump it was. 🙂 I didn’t want it to read too bridal, so I opted for beige suede, giving her lots of styling options to come.
Sarah got dressed at her home with Connor, and we all got dressed at our family home. Just like old times, there were dresses everywhere, and we always had one that couldn’t quite decide what to wear. More dresses everywhere. We ultimately all got out the door looking well put together. There’s always lots of sharing too. Caroline brought with her her small white Valentino bag, a Christmas gift from me and her Dad a few years ago, for Sarah to borrow for the evening, bringing ‘something borrowed’ into play.
It was a brilliant evening—twenty-three of us all together to celebrate love, promise, and commitment.
Thank you to everyone for bringing their best.
Engaged, every day dress.
Roasted Chicken Provençal
Most mornings, I check in with the New York Times cooking friend app, either before coffee or after exercise, and sometimes, if I’m being honest, I peruse it while out walking. I know that walking should be a sacred experience, one in harmony with nature; yet, as a modern human, my brain craves novelty. That damn phone consistently pulls at me, seeking to give me a dopamine hit.
Dopamine hit or not, here is a recipe that consistently delivers and satisfies: Roasted Chicken Provençal from Steven Stolman, adapted by Sam Sifton.
I’ve made it for an informal family dinner. I’ve made it for a fancy formal dinner. I’ve made it for informal and fancy guests. It works every time.
With the giddy-up holiday season rolling in faster than a thunderstorm, it’s a recipe I recommend having in your back pocket. It will not disappoint, and you will come off as a Roasted Chicken Provençal rock star.
Here is a first-time beginner tip: do not put the legs or thighs skin down in hopes of creating a crisp skin for the first 25 to 30 minutes; that precious skin will stick to the pan, and when you try to turn it over carefully, it will tear from the meat. Position the chicken pieces skin-side up and have a good baster on hand. That pan juice is liquid gold, and by basting the meat at reasonable intervals during the final roasting session, you will have gorgeous, crisp skin and juicy, delicious meat. I’ve even added more vermouth to the pan as the cooking session progresses. Keep a good eye on the whole thing, and you will be absolutely delighted.
