Posts from April 2019

rebel rebel

April 16, 2019

There’s a flower shop in London, Rebel Rebel, that designs arrangements that are a big, bold and wild expression of love. The style is mad cap and exuberant. And no bouquet is ever the same. I came across this image today, and it reminded of Rebel Rebel’s approach to blooms. It’s a wild English garden smooshed into a vintage Porche.

needle and thread

April 12, 2019

My great auntie Polyxene was a skilled needlepointer. I have two bottle green velvet cushions of hers, beautifully embroidered with flowers. If she was still alive, I might ask her to monogram me a pair of velvet slippers. Have a look at the work that Hunt & Hope do; cushions, headboards, poufs etc all hand-stitched with gorgeous and colourful needlepoint designs. This little footstool is utterly charming. Auntie P’s cushion would look grand with it.


April 11, 2019

I didn’t go to a prom, or wear a corsage, but at that age, I would have likely worn carnations and baby’s breath on my wrist. Today, I’d opt for a giant peony, or a dhalia the size of a dinner plate. I like this dried option, too. It’s so delicate and whimsical. As for the dress, tiers of glitter are always good on the dance floor.

private eye

April 10, 2019

I love this shot of Jackie Kennedy and Marella Agnelli being photographed by paparazzi while vacationing in Ravello in 1962. Jackie is sporting “futuristic” Renauld of France sunglasses and quoted as saying, “that’s why I always wear my dark glasses. It may be that they’re the public looking at me, but none of them can ever tell which ones I’m looking back at. That way I can have fun with it!” The red dress is fabulous!


April 10, 2019

I was searching for a gift for my niece’s birthday, and I came across these adorable printed rompers. She’s only two, so the gift is more for my sister-in-law and brother. She’d be happy tearing through the paper it’s wrapped in! Truth be told, if I could pull it off, I’d wear one myself. Romper, espadrilles, big old sun hat. Why not?

glass act

April 8, 2019

Over the years, we’ve amassed a collection of coloured glasses — lapis blue tea glasses from Tangier, tumblers in amber, sage and marmalade from a vintage shop in Toronto, and ten ice creams glasses in red, pink and a smokey quartz that were a gift when we got married. A few months ago, I added six jubilantly coloured glasses to the collection, snapped up at Heathrow Airport of all places! This image on the right (from Bohemian Living by Robyn Lea) inspires me to display them on open glass shelves so we can enjoy the kaleidoscopic colour as the light pours through.

spring blooms

April 6, 2019

My local flower shop has some beautiful hellebores in stock that would take your breath away. They’re the colour of claret, with intricate yellow centres, and they’d look fabulous paired with green hydrangeas. At this time of year, just seeing a beautiful bloom fills me with hope of warmer, lighter days.

letter press

April 5, 2019

I wrote a letter the other day, and honestly, it took eight drafts to make it legible. My penmanship is pretty to look at, but impossible to read. It made me wonder about the stacks of cards and letters I’ve sent over the years that have been a massive effort for people to read, an effort that may have detracted from the sentiment. This is why email is handy. Text messages, too. But when I look at this charming writing desk, I’m inspired to pick up the pen again. Write more letters, work at making them legible.


April 2, 2019

In all its lopsided glory, I have loved living in our house. Its been joyful, chaotic and intense. If the walls could speak they’d say, “we’ve done all we can to house these weird and wild people, it’s time to build new ones.” I am grateful to every wonky window sill and creaky floorboard, the cracks in the walls, and wobbly banister, all the flaws and foibles of this little house of ours. We moved in as two, without a stick of furniture, and now we’re five with more stuff than we know what to do with. Building something new in its place will be a challenge. Let’s hope houses have souls and this one stays put.

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