September is a bittersweet time—a shift in the light, blankets come out, "sweater weather" begins . As the last days of summer roll into an eagerness for fall, I find myself at that peculiar...

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,”...

There are so many books and articles talking about raffia and wicker these days. We have been on that bandwagon too with the recent launch of our stunning new Raffia Collection. I am a business...

Besides an occasional ski trip, my familiarity with the West has pretty much been an obsession with Westerns. Yellowstone, 1883, and recently American Primeval have had me hooked for a while. This spring I headed to...

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...

Our Sister Parish community is not only our clients, our amazing artisans, our team, but also the story of a female-founded and run business that involves multiple family members from Apple (age 91) to Eliza's...

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...

Last fall, my husband and I were visiting Amsterdam and stumbled upon the dollhouse exhibit at the Rijksmuseum Amsterdam. They were unbelievable and fascinating, to say the least. One was oversized - almost a playhouse - and you...