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 . . .
I love it when, every season, things get a little nautical in the dying days of winter. It’s stylish and fresh, and always reminds me of off-shore breezes and the sound of the crashing waves that used to lull me to sleep . . .
While it may be true that shall never tire of Paris or the south of France, always ready for new adventures and sometimes fun to go somewhere completely different, and on the last long weekend of the summer: The Windy City . . .
. . . while evenings in the city may be spent in heels and cocktail dresses, weekends away in the country are laid-back in a quilted Barbour and a pair of wellies, and after the apple orchards and pumpkin patches, the golden fields of wheat and rustling yellow leaves, a perfect afternoon for an autumn picnic for two . . .
. . . hello! . . . had meant to tell you earlier, {and some of you on twitter may have already heard}, but it’s the holidays, and there is a beautiful bedlam, and so: at this moment, impossibly excited to announce the news that club monaco has launched an ultra-stylish new blog, much like the inspiration board here, and it is utterly filled with wonderful things, and best of all . . .
. . . in all of this week’s busy-ness and the midst of the rather astonishing revelation that it is already thursday, had very nearly forgotten to tell you the exciting news that a little while ago, received a lovely invitation to be a guest on apartment therapy‘s the kitchn‘s charming series, breakfast with a blogger — and so, take a glass of mimosa and click here to join me for breakfast and read about one of my favourite ways to begin the day . . .