Earlier this week I was lamenting the tribulations of aging, perhaps impacted by the grey New York winter weather. But yesterday I had a full-on injection of spring fever. I walked into the Hanky Panky showroom and found myself in an English garden. Melancholy turned to nostalgia as I sculled back to college days when I spent a summer in Oxford, England soaking up the poetic prose of D.H. Lawrence. … Read More
