Black is the new black

June 22, 2017

I love colour, all colours, but even I’m intrigued by black ice cream in a black cone. The queue outside Ihalo Krunch on Queen Street is epic with people flocking in to sample charcoal infused soft serve. At home, you can try black sesame infused ice cream, for a similarly dramatic colour. Goth ice cream, I like it. But for summertime, I’d sooner see sorbet colours in honey-hued cones waltzing through Trinny Bells.

Bridal sheets

June 22, 2017

I’ve talked before here about monogrammed linen, and how much I adore it. My Mum has sheets from Madeira, white ones with butter yellow embroidery, that were a gift from her mother when she got married. It pays to spend money on good sheets, the kind that last. These days, my Mum is the linen fairy, the one who takes newlywed couples shopping for new sheets. They choose what thread colour they want, and what font they like, and six weeks later beautiful linens are sent to their home. What a wonderful wedding gift.


June 20, 2017

Rooms like this one, with its inky blue walls, mismatched furnishings and lampshades that look like heat lamps in a 50s salon, are just the kind of spaces I like to be in. They are comfortable and warm, and filled with conversation pieces. Velvet sofas are a dream of mine, and aqua marine is one of my favourite colours. Just think about the late night absinthe parties that could take place right here.


stitch in time

June 19, 2017

I’m fascinated by collections, and the people who collect them. At the textile Museum this week, I came across a collection of Victorian needlework amassed by a woman named Jane Webster from the mid to late-20th century. She lived in the Caribou Harbour area of Pictou, Nova Scotia. Webster had collected 130 pieces of needlework, each one stitched with a different motto: ‘God is Love,’ ‘Kind Words Never Die,’ ‘Remember the Creator.’ It was actually the photographs of Jane Webster and her family that I enjoyed most; Her standing on the porch with a big frying pan in her left hand, oven mitts on both, the children piled into the sun-room for summertime naps. The life and the love in the pictures seemed to mirror the mottos on her walls. “What is a home without a mother?” “Welcome all” “Token of Love” “Give us this day our daily bread.” It was a glimpse into another time, another place.



School’s out

June 16, 2017

My daughter had an ice cream party at school today to celebrate the end of the school year. It’s always fun to catch a glimpse of our children at school, a place where they spend so much time, but where we’re rarely present. The excitement was palpable. I was reminded of how I felt around this time every year –– nervous, relieved, sad. The summer seemed like an endless stretch of time with no algebra in sight. And no school friends either. I was out of the country for most of it, and I wouldn’t see my pals until September. By the time we were reunited, there were a million stories to share –– a first kiss, a fall from a horse, new bangs and pierced ears. It felt like forever that we’d been apart, and in no time, we were back in the swing of things.

at my table

June 16, 2017

It’s rare to walk into my friend Jessica’s house and not find keffir grains on the counter, a bone broth on the stove and Red Fife bread in the oven. Her daughter, Phoebe is always snacking on something homemade –– herbed crackers, radish and cherry lollies, black bean brownies. When she was pregnant with her second daughter, Maeve, the house permanently stank of saurkraut. Weeks after Maeve was born she served ghoulish food to dozens of neighbours on Halloween. She loves to cook, she loves to feed people. Our friend Erin is the same. She doesn’t make butter from scratch, but she throws fish on the barbecue and whips up grain salads that make you feel like you’ve flown to Ottolenghi. The most delicious food –– a hearty Bolognese, a perfectly boiled egg, roast chicken and freshly made bread and butter –– is simple and made with love. When Jen Agg said “I don’t like people,” in a recent Globe and Mail article it stopped me in my tracks. How can you feed people if you don’t like them? To come to Erin or Jessica’s table means they like you. A lot. And that’s a big part of what makes the food taste so damn wonderful.

garden of whimsy

June 14, 2017

We’re on the hunt for good garden furniture. I love the idea of a white wrought iron table and chairs with candy striped pink cushions and a floral parasol. These chairs here are a dream, and while we’re at it, why not add a few voluptuous goddesses to the garden, too? Now, all we need are grapes overhead and Puccini playing on the Sonos.

Love story

June 14, 2017

Launderettes and libraries have always had a certain romance in my mind. There were daydreams of me sitting on a washing machine with some quirky lovey dove by my side reading the local movie and rental listings. The library scenes were all inspired by Oliver and Jenny in Love story; towers of books, autumn leaves, long dark hair and a beautiful, fierce love. Thibaud Poiriere’s libraries from around the world series are the perfect backdrop for any great love tale. My very favourite is Biblioteca Casanatense in Rome. How could anyone not fall in love here?



Bold & Beautiful

June 14, 2017

Melbourne artist, Hannah Nowlan’s bold canvases are so appealing to me. She plays with just a few earthy colours, and paints bold, abstract shapes inspired by her local coastlines. Her Myths, Moons and Mountains series pays homage to her travels through Spain and Portugal. Out to Sea from Nowlan’s geometric collection is on my wish list. I love everything about it, down to its Tasmanian blackwood frame.


summer loving

June 9, 2017

Can we all agree that Rosie Assoulin’s Summer ’17 is pure joy! Hello deckchair stripes and floppy straw hats. Hello to tshirts as bejewlled as your mules. No girl can ever wear enough poppies, and the wider the pant the better. Yes to circus tents, and hoorah to bags that look like ancient Greek flower pots.


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