A NEW CAFE opened in town last week, and one of the owners is an old Tuesday night football acquaintance of P's, who has opened the place with his partner, who moved up from London. It's in the centre of the village, in the place another café used to be, and they're planning on serving "typical café fare", including speciality coffee and tea, and using locally sourced produce.
This week’s links include decorating with plinth coffee tables, chic dinnerware for the holidays and the real cost of phone addiction; a Sydney home with a Mediterranean vibe; a recipe for citrus chickpea and brussels sprout salad and much, much more.
. . . and this monday was not like most, for we awoke early [not unlike most], but instead of the office, we drove to the beach — coffees and almond croissants and sand and early spring sunshine — and afterwards, took the rest of this holiday monday off . . .
On Instagram there are glimpses of this past weekend, with lattes & peanut butter brownies, and also, a fair bit...
LAST WEEK I came across a thought-provoking quote by David Cain about work:
"But the 8-hour workday is too profitable for big business, not because of the amount of work people get done in eight hours ... but because it makes for such a purchase-happy public. Keeping free time scarce means people pay a lot more for convenience, gratification, and any other relief they can buy. It keeps them watching television, and its commercials. It keeps them unambitious outside of work."
READ IN BRITISH Vogue yesterday that Londoners are all in their autumn uniforms already⏤wooly jumpers and jackets and I can confirm that we are. That's because it's been raining for weeks on end and has been unseasonably chilly.
ON FRIDAY NIGHT, by the golden glow of hazy street lamps, we followed the strains of jazz to a clearing in the park to discover couples swing dancing. It was unexpected and utterly perfect for a midsummer’s night, and really rather romantic. On Saturday night, again in the park, we happened upon a full jazz concert, white garden chairs set around an outdoor stage in front of the water fountain filled with late-night revelers, some with children in tow, late-arriving tourists on bicycles and circles of friends on blankets on the grass, sharing a bottle of rosé. Summertime here is the very essence of joie de vivre and we’re lucky to be a part of it. This week’s links include Living with Pink and London’s 30 Most Instagrammed Restaurants, a blue & white beach house and much, much more …
. . . hello! so wonderful to see you again — how was your weekend? here, there was no...
THERE IS a Japanese word, baka, that is used to describe the beauty of the changing seasons, especially the vibrant colours of autumn leaves. In theory, this word relays something beautiful, but when it appears to be occurring in the middle of August, perhaps decidedly less so. Yes, July was a washout (apparently the sixth wettest July on record), but August, well we had high hopes for August, which has continued to deliver more of the same.
THE COLD HAS suddenly returned and it's not easy going back to brisk temperatures after having so many bright and warm spring days. The daffodils are fading and it's still technically the long weekend, but we've decided to spend some time back at work after a rather eventful few day of too much of everything.
. . . although it’s monday, monday and {technically} back to work, while it is still summertime, and for a...
. . . today’s office inspiration, comes rather [fashionably] late, as with everything else, it would seem, today — and...
THE CLOCKS WENT BACK an hour this weekend, leaving us with an earlier sunset the next day, but an extra hour of sleep that night, which is always welcomed these days.
SUNDAY was one of those bright winter days that highlights all the lacy frost patterns on the leaves of hedges and those that trail up tree trunks and along the sides of stone walls. It shone on the frosty blades of grass and the broken panes of ice beside puddles on the gravel road that leads away from the river ...