It started as a lark. Your wife, sitting up in bed one evening, said that she was going to photograph the chickens and put them on Instagram. Or the barn conversion.
The house you inherited that she was redecorating in a modern country vein with an updated color palette. Your black Lab — but in a von Trapp-style Trilby hat. Why not? She had always been good at aesthetics, after all.
It seemed harmless, like an extension of her fashion sense; her taste in shoes, earrings, children's haircuts, moms'-night-in trompe-l'oeil crudité platters that other...
Caitlin Macy.
