11 March 2009
Growing up a stone's throw from the beach somehow has left me pale and with an aversion to fish of grandiose proportions. It also meant that as a child, we rarely explored beaches much beyond our metaphorical backyard. The only time I spent in the Hamptons was driving out with my mother and grandmother to visit dear Sylvia, who painted my portrait in black-and-white when I was very small. Plundering Lula #8, which I must admit is too too girly for me, I found the Grey Gardens Collection (inspired by the style of Edith Bouvier Beale) and these signature hydrangea pillows, that smack deliciously of my grandmother, Nana Hannah Daisy and her younger sister, Muriel Iris.