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Sixty years and two days ago dear husband arrived in this world. Celebrated, of course, with family dinner at home.

No Rolex, or fancy cocktails for a hundred or so, simply flew two Boston MA girls home for his surprise.


Osso Bucco was a whole day affair, that with work and all. Thankful for good clothes, never had a chance to think about what to wear. Printed silk blouse (black lace bra underneath, something needs to be fancy), sleeves rolled up, ubiquitous blue jeans and flat black boots, good to go.



Went without the cliché of fresh flowers, this was a man’s party, and put three small pots of ivy down the table. (So much less than fresh flowers too, being January and broke and all). White tapers, this time no votives.

You’d think with a milestone like this for the man I love deeply I would have it together a bit more. Knew what I wanted and needed to do, took a deep breath, anxiety and all, and went forward. Had visual memories of three photos from recent travels, at 4 pm dropped them in a thumb drive, headed to Kinko’s FedEx and printed them out, and then to Target, I know I know, to grab a frame. Here it is ready for the red room, haha.


This is how it looked at 5 pm, and dinner was at 8: carrot cake baked, cream cheese frosting on the counter, haricot verts blanched, veal shanks wrapped and on a tray, onions out for the risotto. One great thing about doing things time and again is that you don’t really have to measure things like chopped vegetables: simply feel the amount needed for onion, celery, carrots, tomato, garlic. Spinach and artichoke dip to go with the champagne, and caesar salad for some more green.



Green continued with wine bottle-shaped sugar cookies, hand embellishment with his birth year as vintage. 🙂


There were eight of us plus one, second son’s girlfriend, always make room for more love at the table.


Happy 60th dear husband. 1955 was a very good year. xoxo


short quick statement(s)

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Entire weekend was spent in blue jeans and a cotton t-shirt, a sweater layered on and off. Stepped it up a bit for Friday night spontaneous dinner out (isn’t that the best kind?), and switched to black jeans and a black cotton turtleneck. Quick statement was a short faux leather jacket, second quick statement, jeweled up new bag worn cross-body. Usually only like to make one statement at a time, so cold decided to just go with two.

Most heartfelt statement, peace and love to Paris France.

faux leather jacket | Worth New York

bag | Prada


five cakes

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For third daughter’s sixteenth birthday celebration this past Saturday night, ordered five cakes from our local restaurant two days before the party. They don’t make one big cake, had to order enough for sixty or so guests so five cakes it was. Yeah, kind of last-minute, made it work. Didn’t want anything too overdone, or looking like a wedding, so naturally waited to the very sweet end. Thank you, Cynthia, you were spot on, they were a hit. A little anxiety about how to make five cakes feel special, it came in the middle of a long walk: five siblings, each will carry one and present, sparkle candle and all. Fun.


Balloons were a two-day before addition as well. At the walk-through on Thursday afternoon at 2:30 pm, asked the club manager for her source, deliver she did. Chris, from Balloon Masters, did it up brilliantly. Called him on the car phone on the way home, barely 48 hours in advance, signed, sealed, and delivered. Wanted to call in a real photographer, husband nixed that idea rather quickly, like the blog here we’re a bit of a do it yourself cottage industry.

Dress was bought the day before, no stress there, that’s one of the things we do here at every day dress, dress busy women in beautiful clothing. Last minute for that kind of thing is fine. Shoes were a gift from Santa Baby, she was delighted. Birthday crown purchased at a local little French shop in Sonoma CA, two years ago, she wore it at her fourteenth as well. New nail color, Chanel.


We were all there. A New Year’s Day birth is sometimes a little left behind. This year, not so much. Lizzie, happy sweet sixteen, we love you to the moon and back.


Every day dress, five cakes. Believe, keep moving, make good things happen.

birthday cake | Ristorante Lombardo

balloons | Balloon Masters

shoes | Valentino | at Neiman Marcus

nail color | Chanel | Paradisio

invitations | Fine Stationery

go with it | for it

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While it would be good to drink warm water with lemon all day and perhaps hop on the Gwyneth Paltrow goop cleanse
, (so not happening now), have decided to just go with it | for it.

A couple more days of celebrating with family and dear friends. Happy New Year everyone.

Simple style note: can’t seem to get out of the jeans mindset. For New Year’s Eve at home wore Citizens white boyfriend’s, black sparkly top (saucy! without the camisole underneath!), and new white shoes, Christmas gift from the dear husband.


Let’s all go with it | for it. Yesterday, first day of January, went to the gym first thing in the morning and walked the dogs for miles in the afternoon. Husband asked, resolutions? Nope, lifestyle baby, lifestyle.

Every day dress, go with it | for it.

white jeans | Citizens of Humanity

black bias fringe blouse | Worth New York

white sandals | Prada



dress it up

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Thinking there are days when black leggings and a black tank could be all you really need or want. Thinking also that if I served chicken every night I might not have many dinner guests. 🙂

These photos taken on the iPhone, on Christmas Eve. Being a little overachieving kind of overdid it the month of December and wound up not feeling great the day we all landed in San Diego, December 20th. That bug is still hanging around and promptly went to the doc, today, the 29th, first day back on the east coast.

This is the every day and sometimes you’ve just gotta dress it up, good or bad. Photos don’t do the clothes credit but wearing the best darn black leggings around. Didn’t feel great but dressed it up anyways for dinner with that dress picked up at a market in France, black Wolford tights, flat black boots, and hair up high. Family thought I looked great, fake it till you make it.

Every day dress, dress it up.

Here’s to good health everyone, happy Monday.

baked like crazy

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For three nights straight, baked like crazy. Crazy stuff is going on all around in kitchens and beyond everywhere, busy time of year. Love the personal touch the hand can lend to gatherings large or small.


Baked like crazy when blessed by being home with a houseful of young children. Now four of them are out, two of them in, and youngest daughter said she loves when the house smells like Christmas.


For husband’s annual office Christmas party, this year in a space that was moderate and new, loaded the car with cookies and greens candles and decorations all from home. Dressed it up nicely.


Just as the clock hit six, slipped on super simple black dress. No manicure, no pedicure, no jewelry, thinking we’re all a bit baked like crazy. Client and friend told me yesterday the week before Christmas is one of the busiest of the year. Agreed.


Every day dress, baked like crazy.

Let’s all hang in and keep the faith. xo


simple will do

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One good thing about doing things many times is that you begin to understand that simple will do. This time of year, white lights, white flowers, (from her date’s mom, how nice!),white candles, fresh greens, good to go. A few ornaments and some glittered nutcrackers dress the table.


Youngest of six, high school date dance. Done this a time or two. 🙂


Even served super simple food. Punch, chips, dip, and cookies. They didn’t really eat a thing, it simply looked and felt special. Way too much excitement in the air, simple will do.

After the drive down, made some simple dinner and sat among the cranberry ginger ale topped with a cherry glasses.


One thing the chef talked about at Canyon Ranch cooking class was the single idea of keeping your oven at 400 degrees. Instead of adjusting the oven temperature, you simply adjust the cooking time. Much like perceived exertion when exercising, it’s really kind of a feel. Have been keeping that oven at 400 degrees this week, simple it is, simple will do. Cod, asparagus, tomatoes, all roasted, 400 degrees. (Not for baked goods, that gets more precise).

Every day dress, simple will do. Sister in CA messaged me at 4:28 am, ‘just caught the spirit – it always takes a little time but it’s good when it finally gets ya…

Love to all. 


Style note: thinking all seven young women shortened their dresses with packing tape from the home office, how sweet.


This is what was ordered in afterwards, thank you Dante and La Nova Pizzeria, huge hit.


pop it up

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For closet consult on the road, the good work usually takes place in the home office, wore the usual suspects, white jeans, blue denim shirt, leather jacket and black fringed boots. Decided to pop it up with some electric blue fur.

Yeah, fur’s not for everyone, I know.  Know too there is way too much dependence on the jeans lifestyle, just can’t seem to shake that wardrobe basic for the runaround. White is good though for winter. 🙂

And, since it now gets dark at 4:30 pm, just can’t resist a bright pop on the lip.


Every day dress, pop it up.

Blueberry Knitted Fox Donut | Worth New York

Rouge Allure Velvet 337 La Flamboyant | Limited Edition | Chanel

three weeks ago

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Back on the east coast and back at it at work. Doesn’t really feel like work at all when you get to be with great women and do things that empower others.

Three weeks ago put together a small runway show in support of the WNY Women’s Foundation, its’ mission is to invest in innovative solutions to issues and needs of special significance to women and girls in Western New York. It was their 11th annual Fall in Fashion Luncheon, and we were there.


Bonus? Not only got to work with amazing women and in support of a very special not-for-profit, third daughter was off from school and her being there made everything that much better.


Every day dress, three weeks ago, black sweater, black and gold belt, black pants, current go-to all day long outfit. Daughter seems to like the all-black too. 🙂

All photos | Joe Cascio Photography


sole me

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Went to the Canyon Ranch in Tuscon AZ for two days and two nights and honestly barely left the room. Needed some grounding and it was there.

Alcohol free? Check. No wine induced self slide into night at the end of a long day.


Healthy, delicious food? Check. Kind of funny but was actually looking at the posted calorie counts and ordering the highest on the menu. 🙂 Sweet potato pancakes for breakfast two mornings in a row.


Gym? Multiple, never went. Ditto for hiking, swimming, and anything else exerting. Did do a couple of yoga poses while waiting for the clairvoyant. Read a fiction book, was an hour late to a two-hour cooking class, never once turned on the television or even took a photo until here, at the end when waiting curbside for the airport shuttle. Bought not one thing new.

Modern life can wear you out. Was gifted this getaway for good performance by the company I work for. Wasn’t going to go, Tuscon is a hell of a long way from upstate NY for a deep tissue massage and an anti-aging facial. Turns out it was just what was needed: a lot of nothing. Sure, the moon and the stars and pretty much anything that was health enriching could be experienced, it was not having an experience was what I liked best.

Here’s an intimate thought: when having babies there were times I couldn’t wait to deliver to be in that room and to have three meals a day delivered on trays. No thinking, no getting, no doing.

Love life and all its bigness. Love too two days of nothing. Canyon Ranch and Worth New York, thank you. Wishing everyone everywhere a bit of soul now and again.


Simple style notes and play on words: Packed light for this getaway, some exercise clothes that get worn all the time back home and that are going back clean, sneakers, one black blouse worn both nights to dinner. For travel both ways, blue jeans, of course, same cashmere sweater and black leather jacket. Yes, needed all those layers in the desert in December. No jewelry, minimum makeup, and one fancy belt. The black boots with fringe? Sole me: took those pre-trip to the cobbler for rubber soles. It’s good to be grounded. While a beautiful leather sole on a good shoe or boot is luxurious, taking the time when you live in the northeast to protect that beauty from modern runaround is a very good thing. Damage control, ha, clairvoyant said you can end up stripped.

Every day dress, soul me.






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