Fall Descends

It has been really cold in Lyon and rainy. I do not love this change as I am not a Winter person at all. After all my years in the beautiful Hudson Valley and after shoveling more snow that I can possibly bare to think about, I have quietly admitted to all the defenders of Winter and the cold, that I don't like it. I don't like it at all. I had Winters in Red Hook, one in particular, where I swore I would embrace the season with great zeal. And I did. I bought the girls, then 8 and 11, new cross country skis. We used them once, maybe twice until one of the girls ended up in tears her hands were so cold, she could ski no more. And I bought Canadian ice skates. We skated on our bumpy pond, which was admittedly fun, just cold. I do love to skate.

Again I am going to try to embrace Winter, but here in Lyon where the season is admittedly milder, I think I have more chance of success. I'm gonna put my Winter on, tout de suite.

On Habite La!

I have been meaning to post this lovely sneak peek that Grace of design*sponge did of our apartment in Lyon. It's small (and I'm not kidding) but we now call it home! It will soon be featured in Grace's upcoming book project along with our country house in les Monts du Lyonnais.

Is This Really What We have Become?

All You Need Is Love!

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Country Chic

Halliday just has a way of putting things together that is very relaxed and chic. She has real style. This is laundry day in les monts du lyonnais.

The Shipley Girls

I love this picture of Tish (my mother,) Gran and Aunt Bun in Beach Haven. Plaid was in then too, tu vois? I predict this to be a big plaid year and my thought is to wear a Liberty of London shirt with a plaid kilt over Paul Smith skinny jeans. The girls will never forgive me!

Raising the Bar

I sold my house in the Hudson Valley today and I am absolutely thrilled. No regrets. I have moved on. I will though miss with all my heart all the wonderful people I have met, that I've learned so much from—but all those people, the ones that stick, will always be in my life. I am as faithful as my German short-haired pointer, Clementine.

I've been thinking about all of the things I am grateful for. Sometimes I feel really lucky, sometimes I feel really blessed, sometimes I feel like I just work really really hard. But, mostly, I just feel grateful for all the lessons that I've learned along the way, for the love I've received and been able to give in return.

I want to do interesting things for the rest of my life, but more importantly, I want to do good things. I want to love and respect myself and earn others love and respect. I want to go to sleep at night with a clear conscience and know that I made someone else's life better every day. These are my simple goals. I'm raising the bar.