Every day, I wear stories. The stack of bracelets on my left arm reminds me of dear people, travels, and great deals scored in local antique shops. Side-by-side, the bangles, beads, cuffs, metal, and leather hold meaningful moments that span decades—my visit to the Leather School in Florence, a sterling silver bangle that Dad brought back from Ireland, two sweet bracelets made of glass beads from Mali.
I mix color and texture, vintage and contemporary. Bracelets offer too much possibility for a minimalist aesthetic, so I give into my maximalist tendencies. More is more–shine, glimmer, clink and contrast! We are ever-changing works of art, and our jewels reflect our evolution. My arm decoration changes by day, marking moods, seasons, and the sweet passage of time.
My little patio garden is bursting. Each year, I tinker with this square space off my kitchen. I’ve learned that it’s too sunny for impatiens and that begonias thrive in the morning sun. Potted herbs always take off, and so each summer I find myself swirling ribbons of basil into gazpacho, stirring mint into lemonade, and topping my green salads with chives.