THE WEEK HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN, and already it feels like we’re running behind; a parcel was delivered this morning with exciting new items for the shop, but not all things came as designed, and so we’re in the midst of problem-solving and salvaging the situation...
IT HAS BEEN A RAINY TUESDAY, and after the past few days of spring sunshine, it is quite lovely to have the romance of rain, for rainy days make the best work days . . .
GILDED CROWN MOULDING, crystal chandeliers, gold-embroidered lace evening gowns and butterflies around the world — just a few things in thoughts and daydreams on this late-January Friday . . .
IT MAY BE ONLY TUESDAY, but with all the craziness of the past two days, it feels like much later in the week, and so to make up for lost time...
“Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful.” —Norman Vincent Peale
AND THERE ARE GOLD tinsel garlands strewn all about the place, gold cocktail shakers and gilded drinking glasses, all the Christmas cards have been written, but have yet to be posted, and a lull hangs in the air...
THE LEAVES HAVE ALL turned golden and billowed off the trees, falling, falling and there is an undeniable crispness in the morning air, and not evening goes by without thought of a fire or candles lit, and there’s just something a little romantic and cosy about the days now.
THE DAYS MAY BE GETTING SHORTER, but the nights are cosy, and the mornings filled with slants of golden light and coffee.
AND WHILE FALL will always fall second place to summer here, there is no denying its astonishing loveliness and romance — there are still the last of the roses in blossom, the leaves have begun to turn and billow off the branches, falling, falling...
It's wonderfully sunny today, as it was yesterday, so much so, that we took some time out to wander the hills in the last of the daylight, to climb the peaks and gaze out over the sea . . .
A tumble of beautiful things in shades of pink & leopard print — a medicine cabinet filled with lovely things, hand-lettering and silk curtains and bouquets upon bouquets of peonies...
. . . and for today, because it is so very late, an enchanting and intoxicating intermingling of insanely lovely wood floors, chandeliers, waterlilies and topiaries, settees and staircases and one breathtakingly beautiful gold étagère . . .
. . . and it has been an introspective time, for certain, a time of change and thinking and planning, and for dreaming, of course, and nothing and everything, at once, inspires -- spring blossoms and words, the chic-ness of leopard print and the importance of butterflies; ornate ceilings and waking to fiery may sunrises, and if thoughts at this moment were to fall, they would look something like this . . .
. . . and the inspiration folders have been overflowing lately, first for styling inspiration for all of last week’s...
. . . do you remember the series, {a charming mix of things}? has been years since the first, but with all of these beautiful things [always] drifting and floating prettily around in thoughts, perhaps it’s time to bring it back . . .
