Am thrilled with this purchase. Can only say that these clippers in my garden are akin having a great chef's knife in the kitchen. Surgically precise, very sharp and thin, the blades cut through the densest of foliage. To answer the previous review, obviously they are not replacements for limb cutters or heavy-duty pruning, but are workably reliable for those quick, endless chores of nipping off an errant vine or privet, for shaping a boxwood or japanese maple, for dead-heading a lilac or hydrangea. I love them and keep them handy in my tool belt. Thank you, Dianne b.

If this is the same Dianne B who had the best, chicest store in New York City then I could recommend anything she sells as the most fabulous in design and usage. Good luck to her.

After years of being outdoors and putting down my clippers -- then losing them in the underbrush, I finally found the perfect solution.
A well-made tool belt that's easy to put on and looks sexy too. What style and thought went into this product. A definite must-have. And it ages well (as we all do), becoming softer and more supple with time.

This New Zealand-born woman with her Dutch ancestry talks about how she wasn't brave or didn't do anything extraordinary: she merely fell in love with a wonderful, decent, funny, charming and intelligent guy -- who happened to be Bedouin and live in a cave in Petra. I met them in the teahouse across from the amphitheater in the spring of 1989 when Salwa was a little girl and the boys were toddlers. Marg and Mo became our lifeline there and secured one of the new government houses in Umm Sehun for us to rent -- with a hot shower and all. We returned in the fall for three more months, learning so much from Marguerite: how to weave a tent from goat hair, to make margluba in one pot and attend a wedding. Each year for the next 10 years (until 2000), we remet and rekindled our friendship, having incredible fun with my own bint (daughter). Now, reading her book, I cherish each page, understanding even more about their special lives and what it means to be part of a Beduoin family.

It is a book that is so pertinent today in understanding another culture and how our American government is clueless about that part of the world and the vastly different outlook, superstitions, meanings, approach to everyday living that the local people have. Bravo Marguerite.

Dannny Gregory's wonderful little book is sensitive love letter to New York City and to his wife. It's a diary with drawings (or vice-versa) of a family tragedy that's chockful of wise and droll observations: about his feelings of insecurity, of paranoia, of joy and of deep commitment. The lucky reader closes the book, inspired and charmed by his life story.