Homemade pickles, Croque Monsieurs, desserts made fresh daily, and a simple chalkboard wine list---we found our local haunt. Now we just have to become locals---a status that can't be quantified by a certain number of visits... or mayoral rankings on Foursquare. It's a sense of belonging; it's ... View Post
Yesterday, I went for an icy dip in the Battenkill. It was an inexorable request I made to Rob, and not the first time it's been made, either: I want to swim. There was the arduous process of "getting used to it" that I haven't had to endure since I was 13 and August had all but forgotten the ... View Post
[My nephew, Trent at The Black Sheep: I'll take 4 Battleships, two Bloody Mary's, and your best cut lemon.] I breathe---I sleep---I exist---but most importantly, I wear lots of fringe. Reporting live from Richmond, VA, this is your very own Caftans correspondent, Carey! Experimenting with heat ... View Post
This morning I sat up on the deck alone for a few hours drinking coffee, while Rob slumbered away downstairs where I'd left him. Warm enough for shorts and a sweatshirt, Vermont made an irrevocable promise this morning that she's agreed to shift into Spring. And in my forgiveness of her grievous ... View Post
[H&M lace vest + squash blossom necklace + Made with Love bracelets + A Wang tee + J.Crew cords + Joie lace up boots + Gorjana bracelet and pendant.] ... View Post