Posts from June 2018


June 14, 2018

My children and I got caught in the short, but intense rain storm today that caused power outages and knocked down trees. We were at a playground celebrating the end of the school year with families who had also chosen to ignore the weather forecast. The children were all eating ice cream from a truck when the rain came pouring down. Some kids started to cry, others broke into a rain dance. When we got home, soaked to the skin, I overheard my children saying that they’ll never go out with even a 40 per cent chance of rain again. “Then you’ll never go out,” I said. It wasn’t the party they expected, and it certainly wasn’t ideal, but they won’t forget it.


June 13, 2018

I really like the screen printed timber panels in this beautiful Brisbane home. What an interesting way to add pattern and colour to an otherwise natural palette. The panels were printed by local artist, Georgina Forbes. Have a look at her whimsical designs and high wattage colour.

in the pinks

June 13, 2018

I love all these tones –– the pinks the rusts the tans and the reds. (I’m picturing rust linen pants and a Marrakech pink silk camisole). It’s not a palette we see nearly enough of. And while we’re here in this room, let’s talk about the sofa. Sleek, and yet lived in –– totally cool.

here comes the bride

June 12, 2018

The first wedding dress I tried on was a bit of a dream. It was designed by Jenny Packham, and it had a decidedly Gatsby feel. I knew in the first first few minutes that it wasn’t the one, but I sure did love wearing it. I remember feeling like Audrey Hepburn in that ball scene from My Fair Lady. I went on to try another dozen or so dresses before I found the one I wore on my wedding day. It was the perfect dress for me, and I would have known that even if I hadn’t tried on 14 others. But all the taffeta and tulle was so much fun. And for a minute or two I got to feel like Hepburn. Grace Kelly. And Cinderella.

résidence royale

June 11, 2018

This is grand, very grand. Both regal and spartan, at the same time. I love the treatment of the walls, and the beautiful aqua paint colour. The floors were made to plié, chassé, jeté on. And the bed, the bed was made to be royal on.

Koi no yokan

June 8, 2018

Hitomebore is the The Japanese word for “love at first sight.” Koi no yokan is a more nuanced, delicate idea as it refers to the possibility of falling in love. “I like the idea that some part of you knows and recognizes the other person before your more logical and rational parts have a chance to catch up,” says author Nicola Yoon. “It’s the feeling when you meet someone that you’re going to fall in love with. Maybe you don’t love them right away, but it’s inevitable that you will.” Watch this BBC video on the premonition of love.

ice cream for ice cream

June 7, 2018

My children are young, so trips to the ice cream parlour are in technicolour. They always choose the most extreme flavours, the ones that turn teeth smurf blue. They’ll wait 45 minutes for a Diperie ice cream, even though there’s great, old fashioned vanilla with no lineup down the road. I get it. when it comes to ice cream, (and whipped cream and icing and sprinkles) more is more. One day, they’ll love vanilla. And not even care about the cone.


June 7, 2018

I can’t imagine decorating with animal print –– it’s not my thing –– but a mix of leopard with white linens and Peruvian stripes, I can get behind. I love how she’s substituted a headboard for milagros. It’s a fun little room –– makes me curious to see the rest of the house.

just dessert

June 7, 2018

The dessert trolley was my favourite part of the meal –– more so than the Shirley Temples, and the french fries that arrived under a silver dome. Dinners out with my grandparents were always grand. Very often, I went with a crème caramel or something rich and chocolatey. I loved éclairs, too. You so rarely see the trolley anymore. Or maybe it’s the restaurants I frequent.

Cinzano hour

June 5, 2018

This is my kind of cocktail hour. Rich jewel tones, wild, whimsical flowers and bottles of Italian vermouth. Give me a room full of people to watch, and I could sit at this bar for hours. If anyone knows where it is, tell me, and I’ll meet you there.

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