. . . and it always seems that the nearer one gets to summertime, the more wonderful moments there are...
. . . and this weekend has been movie dates, bonbons and buttery popcorn; crystal glasses of chianti over late-night...
. . . and this weekend has been spent in luxurious relaxation, a perfect slow-motion dream of late mornings and...
“We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.” — Eduardo Galeano . . ....
. . . this weekend was one of chignons & pearls and romantic sunday walks along the water; pastel-coloured petals...
. . . this weekend was one of celebrations, and there were fireplaces alight with a million flickering candles and...
. . . this weekend was cosy pubs with fireplaces and late, late nights with old friends, lazy sunday mornings...
. . . and while saturday mornings are lovely things in and of themselves, this one began drenched in golden...
. . . la vie est faite de petits bonheurs / life is full of little pleasures, and of those,...
. . . and since december began, there have five holiday films and one album on repeat, a mid-week brunch...
. . . some of the beautiful moments of the weekend included an early sunday morning and breakfast with new...
. . . this weekend was spent on dinner dates, following afternoons wandering about the shops, intoxicating new fragrances and...
. . . this weekend has been soft lights and afternoon tea, golden and crimson leaves fluttering softly, softly; and...
. . . the plan was to [reluctantly] stow away the light & lovely dresses and pretty bed linens in...
. . . a late brunch on a sunny sunday afternoon, and can hardly believe that already one week ago,...