Although I was charmed by the myth that Barcelona is pronounced with a th sound rather than a soft c as an accommodation for a long since dead member of the Spanish royal family, I'm going to probably pronounce it with a c sound. At least until I've had a few glasses of Rioja, that is. … Continue reading How do you say Barcelona?
Category: Spring
Cucina Woodstock rivisitato
After an active weekend and the theft of an hour, I wasn’t feeling much like cooking. When the opportunity presented to meet Aloysius for dinner it felt like the ideal way to punctuate a weekend and I jumped on it. As we considered a comfortable meeting spot, Woodstock’s Cucina popped into my mind with an … Continue reading Cucina Woodstock rivisitato
Weather or not
It’s hard to deny that spring has sprung now that I’ve got two colors of crocus creating a riot of color in my front garden. I can’t say I’m unhappy about the premature arrival of what is typically the most fickle of seasons, but I can admit that I am more than a little uncomfortable … Continue reading Weather or not
InStyle
You may not know this but I'm kind of a fashionista, if fashionista means a person who is interested and excited by fashion. I've been into fashion for as long as I can remember with my first favorite outfit consisting of matching stretchy pink lace undergarments that I would happily reveal to any visitors. I … Continue reading InStyle
Iris and other May flowers
In a weekend blooming with fun and old friends, here are a few of the beautiful sights my eyes took in... The other beautiful "stuff" is going to take a little longer to unupload.
Albany sparkled – Champagne on the Park, 2015!
It’s been a couple of years since I last attended this event, the official kickoff to Tulip Fest Weekend. Boy, am I glad I picked last night to jump back in! What a wonderful night it was in our fair city – the air was warm, but without humidity, the evening light was divine, the … Continue reading Albany sparkled – Champagne on the Park, 2015!
No sleep till Brooklyn*
On Friday, despite Mother Nature’s attempt to disrupt my plans, I ventured down to Williamsburg, Brooklyn to attend my uber talented neighbor, Ken Ragsdale’s art show opening at the Front Room Gallery. As someone who doesn’t often attend gallery openings (read: hardly ever), I was a bit out of my element, and, as a person … Continue reading No sleep till Brooklyn*
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