Ah, May! The very name conjures up images of gardens and that irresistible urge to refresh, renew, make better! There is a song in my parent’s favorite musical, Camelot, called “The Lusty Month of May,”...

New Orleans is a city of storytellers. It's where my own story took a significant turn as I met my husband there in my twenties - in a bar no less. As a teenager, I inhaled Southern...

During the eighties, my husband and I often accompanied my grandmother, Sister Parish, to Sunday lunches with her friends and clients in " the country." On many a spring Sunday, we would meet at her New...

My husband gave me a wicker basket for Valentine's day, because he knows I love old wicker and can never seem to have enough. When people say it's not my grandmother's such and such, I can not agree. It is my...

I am thrilled to share with you a new journey that I’m embarking on – the launch of our new to the trade design blog, "Design Delights." As the founder of Sister Parish, I know first-hand the...