Can not remember how I came upon these photographs of palace interiors from an enchanting classical palace in Pszczyna,...
Amidst the Victorian era, when women wore exquisitely embroidered long gowns with meters of fabric on the skirts and petticoats...
. . . and it was a dinner reservations and fresh lobster ravioli kind of weekend, fuchsia roses and walks in the...
A very favourite thing these days is to awaken every morning to the sounds of summer birds outside our window,...
. . . had always imagined the living room would be painted a delicate, utterly romantic and ethereal shade of...
. . . and it feels as if things were in a quiet lull, in that very small place in...
. . . 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 . . .
. . . floral drapery and white wood panelled walls, gilded picture frames and chevron floors — perfect inspiration...
. . . blame it on spring fever, but lately, have been inextricably drawn to various and all shades &...
“I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.“ —Vincent Van Gogh . ....
If ever there were a fairytale, it would be Bruges . . . the sort of place only dreamt about in...
. . . if what they say about april showers is true, then shall happily take today’s sunny showers as...
. . . a few moments to stop in and say hello, and, because it is the long weekend, also...
. . . already a perfectly busy week, and it has only just begun, and tomorrow, a contractor is set...
. . . warm chevron floors and pale roses, favourite lines of poetry and hazy filtered sunlight — this week...
