For many, it is the—the dream to travel abroad and to walk the very grounds in which were walked upon...
. . . have been spending most of the summer in pretty lacy dresses and perfectly pleated skirts, but after...
“At the beach, life is different. Time doesn’t move hour to hour but mood to moment....
. . . late-spring rain and blustery breezes, and lately there are fallen petals everywhere — between the cobblestones, and...
. . . while it may feel like the weeks are whirling by lately, each day brings us a little...
. . . with next week’s trip to paris and valentine’s day quickly approaching, there many beautiful things to look...
“. . . if you allowed yourself to be enchanted by the beauty to be seen in even ordinary things,...
. . . my grandmère in france has the most beautiful memory books filled with magical things, and it is perhaps for this reason that am always quite nostalgic for the look and feel of them — souvenirs glued and taped to worn pages, pretty polaroids and bits of lace, sunny afternoons and lost memories of summers past . . .
A little slow with the updates, this week, I know–(sometimes there are not enough hours in a day). When I’m feeling a little overwhelmed, I think about donning my wellies à la Kate Moss at Glastonbury, or Marina Hanbury (although I probably wouldn’t wear them with a see-through evening gown) and head to the English countryside, the perfect place for repose . . .
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