. . . how it came to be nearly summer’s end will forever remain an eternal mystery, but the light...
. . . from stockhom to malmö, and intoxicating mix of fireplaces and french doors, intermingled with perfectly ornate ceilings,...
. . . a bright and chilly afternoon, perfect for lattes and crackling fires, and things are nearly ready and...
. . . this morning, the sun shone brightly, an utterly perfect start to the weekend, and a perfect way to end the month and we're ready for whatever november brings, so long as there are cosy heather grey sweaters and burnt crimson, logs by the fire . . .
. . . famously known for maximalist tendencies, am sometimes surprised when irresistibly drawn to unadorned walls and clean, modern...
. . . the first week of the new year has come and gone and it was filled with new...
. . . every year at this time, always and irresistibly drawn to dusky neutrals and rich textures — exposed ceiling beams and washed floorboards, luxe velvet and stacks upon stacks of firewood, always perfectly paired, of course, with glittering chandeliers . . .
. . . far too warm outside to be thinking about fireplaces, but must confess have never really stopped —...
. . . always fresh whites in springtime, and after that, warm whites in winter, but lately and always at...
. . . another whirlwind week has come and gone and this weekend is tall boots and fallen leaves, brisk...
Things are beginning to feel festive around here, and few things bring memories of past Christmases flooding back more than...
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