. . . saturday morning was a luxuriously late start, a sunny morning drive and a favourite café utterly filled...
. . . high-heeled shoes and cupcake wrappers, mirrored dressers and vintage sconces — always and irresistibly drawn to all...
...the last day of august and how it has arrived so quickly is a mystery, and while the early morning air has become a little cooler...
. . . thursday again and a late lunch with my sister, and while there’s a fondness for sun-dappled terraces...
. . . whether a perfectly pink & gracefully gilded chair, a gold & glamorous tray of be-ribboned silverware or...
. . . a late hazy august morning, sipping coffee and falling in love with the soft, understated elegance of...
. . . a complete and longstanding love-affair with floral wallpaper, especially hand-painted or vintage {or both}, and the more...
. . . dashing out the door — sexy tousled hair, a light linen summer dress, suede heels and coral...
. . . thursday, thursday and literally dashing out the door for a late lunch, a light trench and sophisticated...
. . . a very longtime fan of photographer patrick demarchelier‘s work and was absolutely delighted to happen upon this...
. . . if had thought ahead, perhaps these stunning italian high-heeled sandals might have arrived in time for tonight’s...
. . . charming florals paired with elegant mirrored side tables and delicate lilac petals on bright windowsills, tea cups and cakestands and beribboned shoes . . .
. . . the magnolias are set to bloom, and everywhere, the colour of cherry blossoms and shall always and...
. . . a drizzly, foggy afternoon on one of those weeks where a million things are happening at once,...