Stuffed Peppers

Joe Fresh sweater. J.Crew pants. Banana Republic heels. Club Monaco blouse. Vintage brooch.

I used to think the expression "slaving over a hot stove" was hilarious (which should give you a pretty good idea of my IQ), but that's exactly what I did this evening. Stuffing peppers replaced my usual dilly-dallying and now I get to savor their aroma for at least a couple of days. Don't you love it when the upholstered furniture is all dill and savory?

The Search Engine Conundrum

Cardigan, J.Crew. Blouse, Raoul. Skirt, Brooks Brothers. Pumps, Banana Republic.

Like most bloggers, I get excited whenever I discover "a spike in my stats," unless, of course, the spike is the result of a perverted search. I regret to report that several such inquiries have directed sexual deviants here and would like to remind everyone that this a decent blog with harmless content. Furthermore, I am a fairly conservative dresser (irresistible to friends' moms), a grammar aficionado (kept up at night by the horrible misuse of homophones nowadays), and a lover of nature (look, a squirrel!). So the question remains: why me?