Sunday, November 22, 2009
I was four years old when President Kennedy was assassinated. I recall watching the funeral, hearing the ominous roll of drums, and watching Jackie walk behind the casket. The riderless horse, Black Jack, tossing his head in the procession...46 years later and we still are transfixed by the tragedy and the loss.
- Anne Lake
- Living well is the best revenge...and a choice we make every day. Join me as I celebrate the bounty of beauty in all its forms: fashion, homestyle, accessories and everyday richness...as I juggle the roles of Mommy, wife, daughter, dog mommy, creative director, Zumba instructor, volunteer...all with more than a passing glance backward to an old-school, classic time when style was a way of life