Like most Yankees, I’m an independent do-it-yourselfer type, which is a polite way of saying I’m determined and stubborn, and when I want to do something, I’ll learn it as I go. I’m a mother and wife from New Hampshire. My brood includes my son who is both inquisitive and kind, and looks like a miniature version of my husband, and two sassy Himalayan cats who sleep most of the day and can make it sound as though it’s thundering on a cloudless day. By trade, I’m a writer — a tech writer and technophile to be more precise, but I spend most of my time with my son.
“Yankee chic” is how we express ourselves here in New England. For a thoroughbred, function always trumps form, and symmetry is essential. On the Mel Torme hipness scale, I imagine Yankee chic ranks quite low.