I am not a chef. I am not a professional florist, nor a decorator. But I am an unrepentant devourer of cookbooks, Pinterest boards, and those deeply aspirational dinner party spreads in glossy magazines. If something inspires me, I follow. Over the years—and there have been plenty of them—I’ve read enough cooking magazines to deplete a forest and tested my fair share of recipes to know that some are siply not worth the effort. But somehow, with all the trial and error, a plan always comes together, and what emerges is my own style of hosting—one that feels right for me.