Oh, that first attempt to mimic the Ralph Lauren Christmas tree decor from the Fifth Avenue window? I came home hauling plaid ribbon like I was wrapping a yacht and dropped a small fortune on brass ...

I’ll never forget that first December in my cedar cottage tucked by the dunes. I wrestled a chunky pine through the door, stood back, and burst out laughing – it looked like a fancy city guest who’d ...

I still remember the exact moment I destroyed the red plaid (and got some moody Christmas decor ideas). That Tuesday, after a week that felt like dragging a dead deer through a blizzard, I walked into ...

Last December, I was three strands deep in “warm-white” lights when I caught my reflection in the TV: the whole scene looked like a dressing-room clearance rack – white needles, white wire, white flag ...

Spilled my coffee on the keyboard this morning – classic Tuesday. You know that feeling? Imagine yourself in your cozy beach house, barefoot on the warm wooden floors. You gaze at your Christmas tree ...