. . . first came across this centuries-old home in normandy last november, and immediately fell head over heels, and...
. . . one of the fondest memories of growing up was my mother’s movie-star dressing rooms — enormous and luxurious, and with those pretty white lights that trail all the way around the large looking glass above the vanity . . .
. . . the place is in a state of disarray, for, instead of spring cleaning, it’s winter cleaning, for,...
. . . and since december began, there have five holiday films and one album on repeat, a mid-week brunch...
. . . when it comes to table settings, nearly always prefer a light and ethereal colour palette — white...
. . . a more luxuriously low-key weekend would not have been possible, for this time, [and the first in quite some time], there were no set plans, travel or otherwise — only half-thoughts, whims & fancies, all fallen by the wayside, in favour of easy mornings and elegant dinners, the blustery romance of autumn at every turn and candlelight against dark windowpanes on early evenings, and later, ambling walks, leather boots and leaves, long cashmere scarves and very warm thoughts . . .
. . . while not quite ready to let go of the last of the summer whites just yet, somehow,...
. . . last week was a wildly scattered & intensely busy collection of hours and days, but the weekend...
“At the beach, life is different. Time doesn’t move hour to hour but mood to moment....
“Be in love with your life. Every detail of it.“ ~ Jack Kerouac . . . there are few things...
. . . and if there was any doubt as to how fleeting the summer months are, one week of wimbledon, the world’s oldest & most prestigious tennis tournament, has already come and gone, unavoidably missed, due to wonderful projects and whirlwind travels, but, happily, still the final week left of royal attendees and crisp summer whites, impossible excitement and, of course, strawberries & cream . . .
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in...
. . . 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 . . .
. . . would, perhaps, change the paisley to crisp, white linens, but adore the charming plaid floor and can hardly tear away from the vibrantly painted bedside table and perfect bouquet of roses . . .
. . . the way the early morning light glimmers off the faceted crystals of a chandelier, the warm slant...
