Classic White Blouse
Aww. A crisp white blouse. It is a classic. No southern lady’s wardrobe has only one. We have at least ten or more and they are in different styles and length of sleeves. Some will be monogramed. Some will be fitted and others will be oversized for lounging, possibly your boyfriend’s or husband’s. One thing for sure, you can always use a new one. And when we are out shopping, we will go by the rack of white blouses just to see what it is complimenting in this new year’s fashion. A crisp white blouse adds a fresh look to many outfits. It looks as awesome with jeans as it does with a business suit . Paired with a long ballroom skirt, the look is stunning. It goes from casual to sophisticated and back to cuddly comfort for lounging. I wear mine tucked, untucked, wrapped, layered, unbuttoned, buttoned-up, sleeves rolled. It is the ultimate all-season wardrobe essential . 
My white shirt collection goes way back and I couldn’t part with any of them. They vary in their styles but the one thing they have in common ; all have a crisp white starched look. Many are monogramed. White on white and there is the black monogram on white . This is my favorite. I wear my white shirt with the black monogram with jeans. It pairs well with black trousers , layered with a red sweater tied around my shoulders. My accessories include a single necklace during the day. My daytime jewelry favorites are by Brighton. For dinner, I change out to a single strand of pearls and dressier shoes to complete the look.
Bright white doesn’t flatter everyone’s skintone.. So a “white” shirt might be soft white or a very pale pastel . If it’s makes you light up, it is the perfect white. Just remember if it is crisp and starched looking, you will look amazing. 
What I’m looking for when shopping in a white shirt are several things. It needs a structured collar, The shirt collar brightens the face and should be sturdy. The armhole seam should line up with the edge of your shoulder and they should not bind when you reach your arms across your chest. The seams of the shirt should be tailored with darting. This gives the illusion of length in your middle. The length of the sleeves depends upon the style of shirt. I make sure the shirt is opaque enough not show any undergarment . A rounded shirttail reduces bulk and flatters your hips by drawing attention to your center. And always I look for the blend of fabric. There are many classic white shirts that are made with stretch cotton. This keeps wrinkles to a minimum and they are so comfortable.

My all time favorite crisp white shirt is a Brooks Brothers Non-Iron Dress Shirt specially treated to remain virtually wrinkle-free and machine washable.
I Love my Chico’s ¾-length sleeved white no iron blouses. I have three: one is fitted .I wear it tucked in or out . I have one size larger to wear out and use a belt with just a little of it hanging below my sweater. My third is a longer length that I wear with leggings; and it’s perfect for travel.
And my classics are Jones New York and Talbots. You can always use another white shirt.
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Down South, we like parties and festivals. If a friends says they are throwing a party, you know it is going to be a good time. Throwing a party takes some preparation. You don’t want to be in the kitchen when the drinks are being pour. It takes a couple of weeks pulling a tailgating party together and for a backyard barbeque, we start planning sometime a month out. We even create our own invites and mail them out. If you are in a pinch, and forgot someone, you will attach that pretty made invite to an email and hit send. We know a phone call is not enough . A true Southerner wants you to have a written invitation. My Mother, Bless Her Heart, has a tattered steno binder where she keeps addresses . All through the years when you visited at her home, before you left , she would gracefully ask your address and number. She would hand you a pen that wrote in sharp black tucked in the binder . She taught me to never write an address or a check in red. Later, she compiled them in her address book that she carries in her purse. Needless to say, this was past down to me . Thank goodness, now for the handy apps for creating contacts. I never have to offer a pen. Mother would be shaking her head at me if she knew.






North Carolina is Horse Country. From the Outer Banks with native ponies to the mountains of Asheville, farms and stables abound. Growing up in Carolina, you will have experienced at least once in your lifetime a horse ride. As a child, I visited my grandparent’s weekly. And my granddad had a horse. Dan, the horse, was my Granddad’s pride and joy. Being a farmer, Granddad depended on Dan for many things.
Burlap and Lace burst on the scene in weddings several years ago.Coming from a true Southern background, I couldn’t see the beauty of the two put together. My idea of burlap wasn’t for weddings. Burlap reminds me of being a kid and having a potato sack race. The races were fun, but I hated how the sacks felt when they brushed my legs. Growing up I remember burlap corn feed bags for the chickens . So needless to say, when a bride to be, came to me with the idea of burlap and lace and called it rustic, I nodded my head in agreement, but inside I was saying, “okey.” Of course, as a designer I was going to give it my best to please the bride. It is her day, so I took it all in and after she left, I started researching burlap and lace. I was surprised to see that the idea of burlap and lace goes back to Ireland and the Irish Potato Famine of 1846-47. The Irish have a grand history of lore and charm. And to an Irishman, the lowly burlap bag had its place of legacy. Potatoes came in burlap sacks. And it was potatoes, or more accurately the lack of potatoes, that brought the Irishmen to America. The Irishmen did not want to leave their Ireland but poverty and famine gave them little choice. So to an Irishman, the brown burlap represents the poverty and powerlessness that drove thousands of Irish immigrants away from their homes and families. The term “lace-curtain” is an expression describing the upwardly mobile Irish Americans, during this period. The white lace shamrock, so often displayed on St.Paddy’s Day , represents to an Irishman, that they were willing to suffer to have a better life. So seeing, a white lace shamrock or any lace on a background of coarse brown burlap represents the challenges against many odds to make a better life for themselves. I thought, “Why, this like a marriage “! Two people believing in their commitment for better or worse, and during their lifetime they will sustain a love that has no bounds. I am not sure that today’s brides know this little piece of fact when they are deciding their day. But when anyone ask me for a design using burlap and lace, I love telling this story. Burlap and
If you love designing as much as I do, you actually enjoy the winter season. You are inside and have a reason not to venture out into the snowy weather. With winter in full force, for me it means staying toasty warm and designing. I get so into the design, I look up and find everyone has gone to bed and I am still putting one more finishing touch on it… With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, I wanted to share a freebie 
Moments later, you look up and an older gentleman is ordering his flowers. He has been with his wife who he calls his sweetheart for fifty years. He talks of her smile, her beauty and her love for him. And you know his love must shine through the design. You personalized it with his love for her in your thoughts. A favorite story I must share happened 15 years ago. I was busy working on arrangements . I finished most of my orders and one of the coworkers gave me a message. A customer had requested for me to design an arrangement for his wife. He didn’t care about the cost. He said she was the puzzle piece he had looked for. He felt like the day he meet her he had come home. I asked , what is her age, how long have they been married, what are her favorite colors and flowers. He hadn’t given that information and he hadn’t left a number to call back. He just said he would pick them up at five. I was nervous. He had said the cost wasn’t an issue. I started creating and then hesitated, wishing, I knew more about this lady. I took a deep breath and thought, what would I want for Valentines flowers. I started again and thought of my husband, and created the design of my dreams. Finished, it sat on the case all afternoon. Customers ooh and aah for it. Five o clock and we are closing and still no man shows to pick up the arrangement. I’m worried. I know it is closing time. It had been a very long day and yet, I couldn’t leave without delivering this arrangement. I called my husband and told him I would be late. He said, I’ll come down and wait with you and later we can celebrate with dinner. Thirty minutes later, still no customer pickup. I opened the shop door to my husband and he said Happy



