I am so tickled pink!! I have a red haired grand daughter and she is so perfect!!Baby Keira is so blessed! She has wonderful parents and an Aunt Candice who is spoiling her to death!!This is Keira Grace at 7 weeks old. Don’t you love her hair?!?


waiting on the arrival of my new baby granddaughter

The time is finally here for my daughter to give birth to my first grandchild! We are all so excited and hope every minute that she goes into labor! She is not actually due until Monday but about a week ago, she was having timetable contractions which were getting closer together and we thought it was finally TIME!! The problem is I live in South Carolina and she lives right outside of Boston, MA. Well needless to say, I got on the first plane out the following morning only to have the contractions stop later that night.  I was so nervous about missing this amazing experience that my daughter was about to go through that it was worth being here for an extra week or so. I had 3 C-sections so I am so excited to live vicariously through my daughter delivering this baby all on her own!!

And now I have been here for over a week and contractions come and go but nothing consistent. We walk everyday and try all kinds of different foods but so far nothing has worked. We can barely wait another minute!! But that little girl is in no rush to leave her comfy home and is determined to come on her own time.

So we fill our idle time with nursery projects. Everyday we come up with another cute thing to do in her already adorable room.  This baby better hurry up and come before we paint everything in the house pink! The one good thing about my early arrival is that we’ve never have had this much time together to craft. And we are so enjoying it!! I will be posting nursery pictures very soon so stay tuned.

We now have everything a baby would ever want or need… all we need is a baby!

My Memory of September 11, 2001

September 11, 2001….. A day I will never forget!

As you may already know, my son was in a diving accident on May 10, 2001. A tragic accident that changed my whole family forever. He was away at college in Maryland at the time, and was airlifted to a hospital in Baltimore. This time in my life is a blur….a completely shattered existence from what my life was just the day before. Lots of ups and downs and denial of what our future may possibly hold. My son fought really hard to survive through it all and I do not know where he found the strength. He does have a spinal cord injury and to this day is in a wheelchair.

After a month-long stay in Baltimore, my son was airlifted to Mt. Sinai Hospital in NYC for rehab. We spent the summer there while my son learned how to cope with his new body. He fought so hard during this time and every day was a challenge.

Finally he was to be discharged on 09/12/01 under one condition, I had to come in to NYC early the day before to spend 24 hours caring for my son under a nurses supervision to be sure we could handle everything once we returned home.

So off I went with my suitcase, and boarded the Jitney bus on that beautiful morning of 09/11/01.  Before I arrived in Queens, my husband called and asked if I could see smoke ahead because a plane had just hit the twin towers. I thought I could see something and told  the passenger sitting next to me what was going on. Before I knew it, my husband called again and said a second plane hit the other tower…that is when I started to panic. My son was lying in a hospital bed in NY without the ability to get up and run… this can’t be happening!

I told the passenger next to me what was happening and he told me that he knew the person who designed the twin towers and that there was no way they could fall.

At this point my husband told me I had to get off the bus in Queens which was the last stop before the Midtown Tunnel. He did not want me to go under the Hudson River in a tunnel at this time. The passenger sitting near me said his driver was going to be picking him up at the Queens stop and he could give me a ride to the nearest subway station which would get me into Manhattan. I had to find a way in. I wouldn’t even let myself think that my son would be left alone. I needed to get to him asap!!

His driver picked us up and we listened to the live radio reports while looking at the twin towers burning from across the Hudson River. There was sheer panic everywhere. Just as we took a corner and lost sight of the towers, the report came over that a tower fell… we were silent in the car and when the towers came back into our view, there was only one….

We arrived at the subway station and my bus passenger friend jumped out of the car, retrieved my suitcase from the back, threw it on the sidewalk, looked me in the face and said “you are never getting into the city now!”  and off he went.

So there I am stranded in the middle of blaring sirens and absolute mayhem and I begin to realize that my only option is to take my first subway ride ever. I managed to gather myself knowing that now was not the time to lose it.

I went down to the subway, got on a train that was waiting on the tracks and found a seat. Then we waited and waited…. finally an announcement came over saying there will be no more trains running into Manhattan. Oh no! This could not be happening!

I had no choice but to make my way back up to the street again. As I came up the stairs I could see a perfectly blue sky and the further I went up the more sirens I heard. I thought, this can’t be real. It felt like I was either daydreaming or I had just managed to stumble on to a movie set. I wanted to scream to everyone “don’t you understand that my son is in a hospital right now without the ability to walk or run? Can’t anyone help me?”

But as I looked at the other faces moving around me, I realized that I was not the only one in a dire situation. Those people had family and friends in and around those towers. Everyone had a blank confused look on their face wondering, just like me, what to do next.

I remember at this point just sitting down on a grassy area and looking up and trying to ignore what was going on around me in order to try to get a clear plan of action. My family could not reach me. Not a single phone circuit was available. Someone near me mentioned that there was a bus running on the street I was on that would take us to a train station. I realized that I was not getting into Manhattan and I could only pray that someone at the hospital would look after my son.( I found out later that my son’s doctor spent almost the entire day with him watching everything unfold on the TV.)

I did manage to get on that bus to the train station and again was lucky enough to  find a seat. Then the train once again just sat and sat. A police officer with a bomb sniffing dog kept going up and down the aisle. I started wondering where I was and why it suddenly felt so much like a war zone.

Eventually passengers started literally stumbling in covered with white dust. I will never forget the look on their faces. I found out that these were the people who walked over the Brooklyn bridge to escape ground zero. Most of them had not been able to reach their families either to let them know they were alright. We all were shocked and confused but had only one thing on our minds….we needed to get home.

And I did manage to find my way back to Southampton. It normally takes just less than 2 hours to get from my house to NYC and it took me 7 hours to get back.

My son did eventually get home, but not on that day. My sister’s husband, a NYC police detective, scooped my son up and brought him home to us. The hospital staff was very helpful with gathering all his belongings and getting him into my sisters car.

I don’t know who was more relieved when my son arrived home, him or me!

The images in my mind will never go away from that horrible day. My story is one of many that occurred during that tragic event. And my outcome was very lucky. It took a long while for me to want to return to Manhattan after 9/11. I swore that I never wanted to go back there again. But now that I have moved to South Carolina, I miss my city terribly.

EEK!!!! It’s a Mouse…..

There is nothing worst then not getting a good night sleep and when you put two bad nights together, it is impossible to recover! It’s one thing to just not be able to sleep but it is a whole other thing when it is a mouse in your wall scratching all  night that is keeping you awake!! It is so creepy! I just keep thinking that he is trapped and trying to scratch his way out. And at some point,after 2 nights of constant digging he is going to break through the wall and run right up my bed and sit on my face!!! Like it wants to blame me for trapping him in the wall!

AHHHH!!! I try to fall asleep with the pillow on my face but when the air supply runs out I have to give up and take it off. Covers over the face leads to the same result!So I thought today I would find some pictures of warm friendly looking mice to calm my nerves! Here are some really cute ones I found on a site called They are adorable and I would be happy sharing my house with a family of mice if they looked like this!But now….. the more I look at these cute little creatures I want to go get a saw and cut a hole in the wall and let that poor mouse free!!!! It must belong to a family that surely misses him and there is  a warm cozy mouse house with an empty bed just waiting for his return!!!! Oh dear… This didn’t work at all.

A Visit to Charleston South Carolina’s Farmers Market

I finally made it to the farmers market in downtown Charleston SC. I was waiting until the weather cooled off a bit so since it was a cloudy day, I decided to head on down there. Of course the first stop is fresh local shrimp which is to die for!!Here is Capt. Tommy himself showing off his catch of the day! YUM YUM!!!!LOVE this vendors presentation. Something about vintage pieces that draws my attention.  She had some beautiful pieces!So glad to find my friend kim still displaying her adorable onsies with vintage inspired prints!!!  The picture below is the one she gave me for my new granddaughter. isn’t it sweet?

And what would a farmers market without local produce! There is nothing better than a southern juicy local peach!

And to my delight I found Brooke and her line of pottery called Rainbow Run Fun Designs! I actually have a few of her pieces. What Beautiful work she does! I treasure my pieces and will be getting more soon! You can find more of her colorful pieces at  I love her piece with rainbow row in downtown Charleston.

So glad I finally made it to the market. I will be going back real soon because it is a great way to start a weekend in Charleston!

Yellow and Grey Baby Nursery

I promised I would follow-up with a picture of the Yellow and Grey hanging wall letters I designed hanging in the actual nursery they were designed for. Isn’t this room amazing? I was honored to be asked to create the letters for this outstanding room!

This client was very cleaver. She did not want to know the sex of the baby so she picked out 2 names with the same exact number of letters. We had the design figured out and I just waited to here from her on whether it was a boy or a girl. Where there is pink we would have replaced with blue if it was a boy. Genius mom!!!!

An Example of a Very Creative Etsy Seller

 Over the weekend I had a little shopping spree buying pretty things online for my new soon to be grand daughters nursery. I found this adorable old doll dress in a shop on etsy called curiouslypink. It has some worn spots but a cute piece all in all. Received it today and to my surprise the seller must have read my mind.

Attached to the package was this adorable little bag of buttons and thread to inspire my imagination! Love her presentation!  This is an example of creative customer appreciation found on etsy that you will not find anywhere else!! I took some of the buttons and placed them on the dress just to give you an idea. I will of course be adding some of my own embellishments. I can already see this hanging on the wall in our soon to be “cutest nursery ever” as my daughter likes to call it!!