Posts from July 2019

tap dance

July 15, 2019

We looked at a dizzying number of taps on the weekend. I start to lose my mind in those places, i.e. wonder if we even need a kitchen faucet. Or a kitchen. Do we? I’ve always loved old, brass taps –– it’s the English in me –– in an otherwise modern kitchen. Something like this unlacquered brass beauty from Waterworks would make the decision easy.

beauty in everything

July 12, 2019

There’s something strangely beautiful about our house right now. It’s been blown wide open, and behind layers of drywall we can now see all the original wooden framing. Remnants of powder blue paint covers the cement walls in the basement. And the crumbling red bricks reveal neon pink numbers. I’m not quite sure what the measurements denote. The back is wide open, and the front door looks tiny. I’m half expecting Alice to walk in from Wonderland at any moment. It’s the raw materials, the glaring decay, that makes the visual experience both jarring and beautiful. Luma was playing in the dirt last week, scavenging for old tiles, and as I looked back at her floral shorts and grosgrain bows against the chaos and grit of construction, I couldn’t help but want to capture the moment.

light my fire

July 12, 2019

Wowza wee, just look at this fireplace. I love all the intricate mosaic, and the pastel palette of blues and pinks and greens. The mix of stained glass, brick and marble sends the whole experience over the edge. In the best way possible. Have I mentioned that more is more?

top of the highstreet

July 12, 2019

Every now and then, I happen upon an item of clothing that’s just enough ridiculous to make me feel that I can make people laugh without being laughed at. Yesterday, my friend (and personal shopper) Bianca sent me this image, with the caption, “you’d look much sunnier than this. Zara. Thought of you.” So today, between pottery and pick-ups, I dashed over to every girl’s favourite high street brand, and snapped it up. It’s too fabulous for me to think too much about what I’ll wear it with, and whether the voluminous petals overwhelm my little frame. One can’t be too practical when it comes to dressing. After all, we’re here to have some fun.


July 10, 2019

Not much to say other than, Wow. This is what it looks like to wear a cloud. A light, puffy, delicious cloud. Or a meringue. Or the cream inside a profiterole. It’s kind of a dream, this dress. One that I’d happily live in every day of the week!


July 9, 2019

I’ve seen two great documentaries this week, Pavarotti and Ask Dr. Ruth, and both left me feeling inspired and uplifted. The two subjects couldn’t be more different. One’s a tiny, Jewish sex therapist, who was orphaned during The Holocaust, and the other was a larger than life, Italian tenor who wowed the world with his legendary voice. What they both share though, is immense endurance and a voracious love for life. I’m always astounded by people, who despite tragedy and trauma, maybe even because of it, are able to achieve extraordinary things. Dr Ruth Westheimer was orphaned at ten. Her parents were both killed in The Holocaust. While training as a sniper for Jewish resistance fighters in Palestine she almost lost use of both her feet. And yet, she went on to regain full motion, move to America and find true love. Dr. Ruth is the most recognizable name in sexual therapy; she changed the zeitgeist and the lives of millions of people around the world. Pavarotti also faced adversity and sacrifice. At one point in the documentary, he speaks of his daughter’s illness, a rare disease that she eventually overcame, but that changed his outlook on life forever. In later years, even as his own health declined, Pavarotti worked tirelessly to bring opera to the masses. He is known as much for his philanthropic efforts as he is his voice. “He lived those songs,” said his good friend and collaborator, Bono. “the mistakes you’ve made, the hopes, the desires, all that comes crashing into the performance.” I asked my friend, Charlotte –– we watched Ask Dr. Ruth together –– what she felt that thing was, that element that pushes people forward, gives them hope, despite pain and loss. “I think it’s love,” she said. Ruth Westheimer spoke often in the film about her love for her parents and grandmother, how loved she felt, even in the short years she had with them. Pavarotti too came from a lot of love, with both his parents always championing his passions and career. “I think to love, and to receive love is fundamental to human growth. That she [Dr. Ruth] experienced love in her early years, may well have paved the way for who she is today.”

to the manor

July 5, 2019

Ooh la la, polo players, crisp linens and an Hermes ashtray, to boot. What a handsome guest room this is. The racing green, the brass, and the rich mahogany wood, are all so preppy and chic. I wonder if we’re in the stately manor house of Lady Petunia Rosebottom!

berry love

July 5, 2019

I’m bonkers about berries. They’re the only fruit I eat. And I don’t feel like they even count as fruit, because they taste more like candy to me. I bought heaps of raspberries yesterday, and just the sight of them in my supermarket trolley made me happy. Look at this gigantic raspberry tart. The ultimate desert in my book.


July 4, 2019

Good golly, I love the canopy over this ice cream vendour at Bosco Cafe in Moscow. I picture a giant one, wide open over a delightful terrazza of Mediterranean pots, a whimsical wrought iron garden set and wildly overgrown vines.

flower press

July 3, 2019

These cards from London-based stationer, Scribble and Daub are so delightful. I’d like a dozen Sicilian lemons to send as thank-you notes throughout the summer. The ice cream sundae is another one I’d happily snap up half a dozen of. As for the oriental poppy, that one I may just pop in a frame and keep for myself.

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