pantry fetish

I will admit, I have one. The pantry of my dreams. Or maybe this one. To be more specific: I have a clean-pantry fetish. My sister-in-law will attest to my fixation, because—on one extended trip to her house in Boston—I basically took apart the contents of her entire kitchen,...

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you’re invited…

I was talking to a friend about parties once and she confided to me, “Hillary, I’m never the life of the party…I’m the life of the party planner.”  I instantly got what she was saying: For some people (me), it’s almost more fun to think,...

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to the maxx

There are a number of reasons why I find myself swinging my car into the T.J. Maxx parking lot. Here are the most compelling: I’m itching to see what’s landed on the Maxx shelves in the seven days since my last...

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talking turkey

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. As a kid, it was always my job to create the cornucopia centerpiece on the dining table (we had one of those conical-shaped baskets that you see in depictions of the Pilgrim buffet); and I took great pride in arranging...

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nice rack

There’s a reason I chose the career I did. I’m obsessed with magazines. Have been as long as I can remember, starting with a coveted subscription to Barbie Talk in 1970. From there, I quickly segued to American Girl, which has nothing to do with the...

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pillow talk

There’s a scene I love in the movie Along Came Polly (actually, there are about 40 scenes I love in Along Came Polly, thank you Philip Seymour Hoffman), but the one I’m talking about is when Reuben and Polly debate the validity of decorative bed...

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