Nourishment can be as simple as an orange in the morning, or a hearty salad topped with hummus for lunch. It can be a Sunday brunch and yes, a fabulous desert. To this day, one of the best pieces of advice I have received was to always have a chocolate bar in the pantry.
SOMETIMES ON WEEKENDS (if there’s time) we like to watch random old films that we’ve never heard about, and this weekend, it we found a great one. It’s called Lost in America (1985) and is about a “husband and wife in their 30’s [who] decide to quit their jobs, live as free spirits and cruise America in a Winnebago.”
The holidays are here! In New York, giant snowflakes adorn Fifth Avenue, the leaves are at their golden and crimson height, windows are being dressed, and soon snow will transform Central Park into a winter wonderland. There are more visitors than usual in Manhattan during this time of year. Inevitably, I will be asked for directions to Sephora or Glossier.
NOVEMBER IS ALWAYS a bittersweet time, for it was on a chilly morning in early November in a city far away that we lost our sweet Dalmatian. She was a rescue whom we adopted when she was just three months old and was a grand old fifteen when she died. It’s a very long time for a Dalmatian to live, we were told, but forever would not have been long enough. That was two cities and six years ago this month. We say bittersweet, because she lived a long, happy life and we had the privilege of knowing her for most of it. And it’s also bittersweet because the year is coming to an end, but there are still so many things to look forward to and so many beautiful reasons to be happy. Hope you had a wonderful weekend and that your week is off to a perfect start.
MORNINGS FOR THE PAST WEEK have begun with chocolate croissants and a freshly-baked baguette from a pastelería in our neighbourhood that won World Confectioner 2018 and couldn’t be more deserving. Everything in their pastry cases looks absolutely perfect and incredibly delicious.
WE HAVE LONG been fans of white, for summertime, for wintertime, and of course, for autumn. This season, however, it seems as if everyone else has fallen for it as well, for on the streets of New York, London and Paris, there flashes of eggshell and ecru, glimpses of ivory and cream, flutters of pearl and beige.
“Outside, the night was settling fast. I liked the peace and the silence of the countryside, with its fading alpenglow and darkling view of the river. … The mottled lights from across the other bank beamed on the water, reminding me of Van Gogh’s ‘Starlight Over the Rhone.’