After an entire adulthood of snuggling up with shelter magazines and interior design books, I'm finally coming home to the look and feel that fits me best. That of a snuggery, or what the dictionary defines as a comfortable, cozy place. Nothing particularly stylish or elegant about it, but where the edges are soft, the linens are crisp, the towels are thick, the dog is sweet and a great pot of coffee is only minutes from ready. Think shelves brimming with books, tangerines in a bowl, a fluted cake stand made in Italy. There's rosemary growing in the garden and a sun porch with lovely old Florida wicker. There is a fireplace by which to nap in winter. Good people come in and out. This is home. You won't ever see it in a magazine, but it's the kind of place I hope you can picture in your heart. (image)
When is the last time you found a personal note peeking out of your mailbox? From someone who gathered paper, pen or laptop (and thoughts) and focused solely on dear, wonderful you? Well, there will always be correspondence to open here. Love letters from life, written just for you.