Havenside is the name of the street where I grew up and where I learned how to make things and think about things.  My Mother, a child of Appalachia, could stand in front of what looked to me like a pantry full of hominy and Karo Syrup and in no time knock together something imaginative and delicious.  There was almost never a plan.

 

That something-from-nothing ethic informs almost everything I do.  This line is a tribute to her and everything I learned from her happy, girlish heart.  It is unapologetically feminine and smells like a rose garden; soft as a kiss. 

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