. . . one of the fondest memories of growing up was my mother’s movie-star dressing rooms — enormous and luxurious, and with those pretty white lights that trail all the way around the large looking glass above the vanity, upon which was always a beautiful scattering of perfume bottles and golden hairpins, and every kind of beauty product one could possibly imagine — it was a most magical place for a little girl, and needless to say, spent many, many hours utterly lost in spritzes of heady perfume, dustings of silvery eyeshadows and dashes of lipstick, and watching my mother get ready for dinner parties and evening soirées . . .
. . . and as there have been so many requests, thought it might be lovely, [with a little winter light & p‘s stunning photography], to share a glimpse of a few favourite things on the vanity and of the moment . . .