Eddie Ross

34 years ago I met these two fabulous ladies, Elizabeth Garrett (better known as Betty) and Sue Scully, and life has never been the same. From passing hors d’oeuvres at Watson’s to celebrating the highs, lows, and fresh starts of life, we’ve laughed our way through every season together. It’s Sue’s birthday week and nights like this remind me just how meaningful it is to have friends who have truly been there through it all. Love you two ❤️🥂

Happy Heavenly Mother’s Day, Margie! I’ve always loved this picture of us. I couldn’t show the full photo I was always running around with a crop top and no undies… not much has changed. 😂❤️

Commissioned a Gilded Age-style portrait with Shiitake. Next up: finding the most opulent gold frame ever. Mr. Russell, watch out. I can’t wait for season 3 of Age

Peonies from a project my good friend Nancy styled this past week, now arranged in an antique hand-engraved crystal vase here in the carriage house. Proof that beauty doesn’t end with the shoot.

Another trip around the sun ✨

It’s wild what a difference a year can make. This birthday feels different. This past year brought its fair share of highs and some real lows, but also the kind of clarity you only get by going through it.

Through all of it, the constant was the people who showed up.

The friends who checked in, made me laugh when I didn’t feel like it, and reminded me of who I am when I needed it most. You know who you are and I don’t take that lightly.

And beyond that, there are so many of you. The texts, the calls, the messages, the quiet moments of support that carried me more than you probably realize. Thank you. Truly.

There’s something about getting to this point and seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and realizing you didn’t get here alone. That’s the real gift.

So today feels lighter. Grateful. Hopeful.

Here’s to another year and to the people who make it all worth it ❤️ .aiello .dewey

April 14 has always felt like magic to me. 414 is a number that follows me everywhere. It was my grandmother Dottie’s birthday, and the number of my old house, Edgewood Hall. Somehow it always seems to find me. I’ll glance at the clock and there it is again, 4:14.

My mother and I used to text each other every time we saw it, like a little sign from her, like Dottie saying hello.

Today, on this gorgeous spring day, I’m at the carriage house looking out at the most beautiful blooming cherry tree, and I feel her all around me. In the light, in the air, in the quiet moments.

It feels like another gentle thread of connection running through it all.

I miss her. I’ve learned so much from her, and I just know she’s still with me, helping me through everything I’ve been going through 🤍 Happy Birthday Mom-Mom ❤️

Heavenly birthday to my little baby Yummies 🤍

Even though his name was Shiitake, he was so many names to me—Yummies, Yum Yum, Jumpy Yummies, and just yums… my little sidekick, my buddy, my heart.

The day I brought him home was one of the happiest days of my life, and I truly believe he chose me just as much as I chose him. From that moment on, he never left my side.

He was with me through everything—through the hardest moments of my life and the most tender ones—always there, always loving me in the purest, most steady way. My constant, my little shadow, my joy.

And I was with him in his final moments, just like he had always been with me.

I miss him more than words will ever hold. My heart still aches for him every day, but I carry him with me always. I just hope he knows how deeply he is loved—still, and forever. 🤍