We lived in Seattle for three and a half years from January 2015 through June 2018. It was an adventure, a struggle, a joy and a heartbreak. My husband and children transitioned beautifully. Me? Less so. I did not want to move to Seattle, and I made no secret about it. I cried countless tears... Continue Reading →
As we were moving from Seattle to Dallas this summer, I was thinking I needed to change the name of my blog from Southern in Seattle to something else.
New Orleans isn’t all bad, nor is she all good. She’s both. If we are being completely honest with ourselves, aren't we all?
I am hearing a lot people say they want to shop less and spend more wisely this year. I am on board!
It took me roughly 30 years to find my style. I was born in the Deep South at a time when your mode of dress demonstrated your class ranking in the same way as your table manners and your ability to speak “proper” English.
If you had told me a few years ago I would be wearing camouflage pants in 2017, I would have said you are crazy.
I remember confiding with a life-long Seattle resident a few months after our move here, “I think I am scaring people.”
Neiman Marcus is more than just a store, it is a place to experience fashion and superb customer service. When you step through the doors of any Neiman Marcus store, you step into a rare place where fashion and art collide.
The South likes to think of itself as a polite society where learning proper manners begins at birth. Instead of saying, “no,” we say, “no, sir,” to our elders. We say, “Yes, ma’am,” never just “yes.” Young men are taught to open and hold doors for ladies, as well as to rise when a woman... Continue Reading →