I was supposed to be working on 'The Weekenders,' but I was blocked. I got this crazy idea that I would make Christmas stockings out of blankets.
I'm house obsessed, a house voyeur. Always have been.
Between planning family vacations and running away for novel-writing retreats, I've spent much of my adult life questing for the perfect beach escape, renting cottages all along the Florida Gulf and up and down the Atlantic Coast - as far north as Nags Head, as far south as Key West.
Slipcovers are great because they can be laundered after those all-too-frequent sippy cup and red wine incidents.
For years, I swore I couldn't work out because my own sweat gave me a rash.
The story of my holiday decorating is if Ralph Lauren was trapped in a 1950s Woolworth, this is what it would look like.
