About Skelladay

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Big curls. Big Ideas.

I’m a writer at heart who pays her bills by editing company websites and correcting business letters that use “to” and “too” incorrectly and are maddeningly laden with dangling modifiers.  I read the Hemingway story “Hills Like White Elephants” at least once a week to remind me of how gorgeous narrative and the right words can make your heart sing.

I play around with lots of different music from French Pop to Backwoods Bluegrass and I have a secret country collection that I only put on when I’m making corn bread or collard greens.  I love whiskey a little too much and miss the smell of burning leaves in middle of nowhere Pennsylvania.

This is a t-shirt and flip flops of website of the music and food that tickle my senses, the love in my life and the absurd that keeps me laughing all day.  If you catch me on a particularly creative day, some cashmere will be thrown in.

xoxo, Skelladay

The girl stood up and walked to the end of the station. Across, on the other side, were fields of grain and trees along the banks of the Ebro. Far away, beyond the river, were mountains. The shadow of a cloud moved across the field of grain and she saw the river through the trees.

‘And we could have all this,’ she said. ‘And we could have everything and every day….

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