HAPPY MONDAY & HELLO! This message comes to you from a hotel room, for it’s away for the next two...
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So. It has finally come to this, and despite knowing for months now — like a good procrastinator, have been using google reader right up until this very moment, and will most likely continue to do so, until it is gone forever...
BACK AT THE OFFICE again, after an unprecedented ten days off, which, for this workaholic, might as well have been a million years; but...
Hello again and hope you’re well, and please do excuse the very long and unexplained absence. Six days ago, were suddenly and immediately called to Paris by terribly sad news, landing in the golden and early evening of last Friday to even sadder news, and worse still in the early hours of Tuesday morning, resulting in the extension of our stay here, to Sunday.
ONE OF MY VERY FAVOURITE THINGS during the holidays [and there are many] is wandering about Christmas tree yards in search of the perfect tree. Last year, we chose a very full and rather bushy Douglas Fir that was decorated in chartreuse glittery baubles and yards & yards of tartan ribbon. And this year, it is a very tall, thin and elegantly sparse Nordmann Fir, with gold leopard print ornaments and wide lengths of fuchsia satin ribbons . . .
A bright a beautifully sunny day today, and still very much summertime here, although one can not deny the pale mornings and cashmere cardigan evenings that have quietly crept in . . .
. . . while evenings in the city may be spent in heels and cocktail dresses, weekends away in the country are laid-back in a quilted Barbour and a pair of wellies, and after the apple orchards and pumpkin patches, the golden fields of wheat and rustling yellow leaves, a perfect afternoon for an autumn picnic for two . . .
. . . there is a coffee shop, not far from here, on which is written on the wall, the words, “take time to see the wonders of the world , to see the things you’ve only ever heard of, dream life the way you think it ought to be, see things you thought you’d never ever see” . . .
We are city people, P and I. Before Valencia and before Edinburgh, we lived in a huge metropolis filled with millions of people. We barely knew our neighbours in the tall building where we lived, and the ultimate luxury was having an elevator all to ourselves on the way up to our condo after a long day at work in an office complex in the west end ...
We live in a quintessential English countryside village, the kind that looks like it’s a movie set, a beautiful place with stone cottages that have names like Rosebank and Appletree Grange. It's the kind of place where there are cosy pubs and a greengrocer for fruits and vegetables ...
While it has been a privilege to run such an inspiring and highly-regarded digital publication all these years, some of you who have been here since the beginning may feel a touch of nostalgia for the early days of blogging—the intimacy and sense of community.
If you have been following along on Instagram and facebook, you may have come across a few subtle hints here &...
IT IS A BRAND NEW YEAR and we are terribly excited for fresh starts and new adventures. The past year has...
A few of our colleagues in the Blogger OG celebrated their 10-year anniversaries this past July, which means that it was also our anniversary here at TIG.
ON A BRIGHT THURSDAY MORNING about two weeks ago, while browsing through our Instagram feed over coffee, happened upon a photo of the Mercado Colón by Giancarlo Giammetti, Valentino‘s longtime partner, and wondered what he was doing in the city.
