. . . so lovely to see you again — how was your weekend? ours was spent mostly in a...
. . . 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 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 . . .
. . . a late brunch on a sunny sunday afternoon, and can hardly believe that already one week ago,...
. . . and it feels like a million years ago that we left london behind in the quiet hours...
. . . and it was a perfectly lazy sunday: a quaint café with p, after an early afternoon of...
. . . and it would seem that september whirled by more quickly than the rest, and suddenly, it is...
. . . by the time you read this message, it will be many cups of coffee later, and well...
. . . this weekend has been an early sunday brunch — lattes and fluttering late-summer leaves on a quaint,...
. . . it was one of those beautifully exhausting weekends filled with all the things of summertime — rooftop...
. . . this past weekend was a last-minute & whirlwind trip to montréal with guests from out of town...
. . . early sunday evening, on a day that began with a late start and a long brunch, leisurely...
. . . this weekend was a gallery opening, {hair pinned up and a fluttery gold embroidered dress with a...
“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.“ —...
