News from the designer

TO AUTUMN by John Keats 1795-1821 Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,  Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and bless  With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,  And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;    To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells  With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,And still more, later flowers for the bees,Until they think warm days will never cease,    For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?  Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may findThee sitting careless on a granary...

Sunshine on my shoulder definitely makes me happy!!!  For most of the week the sun has shone through gloriously and the skies have been more beautiful than ever.....like big cotton balls looking down on me as I walk the pooch and check my autumn flowers.  The zinnias & "Autumn Joy" sedum never disappoint! And who can help but smile back at the happy sunflowers and black-eyed susans!

As first printed a long time ago in Sew News magazine.....love this!    Thou shalt put away no ironing board before its time.              Thou shalt not expect meals, clean laundry or a                sparkling house when sewing calls.            Thou shalt walk through this room as if treading on             needles and pins.     Thou shalt not use my fabric shears.   Thou shalt not covet my sewing machine.                Thou shalt stick...

When I chose to launch Simple Pleasures Night & Day 31 years ago, my original designs were born from my own personal love of feminine sleepwear and loungewear.  Soft cottons that were both sensuous and sensible....silhouettes that were flattering yet comfortable.....and with quality details that were unexpected in at-home wear.  Such has been my passion and my driving force all this time.  This week has seen me bursting with new ideas and "going with the flow" as those ideas demanded my attention.  I hope you will check my website often as I am constantly adding and updating with fresh styles,...

 “Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day?”  Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st, Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to Time...