Life

cheese, please

May 10, 2018

When my friend Kate got married she eschewed traditional cake in favour of five tiers of cheese. That’s my kind of cake. I’d take Brie over a Blondie any day. This spread right here –– five, six varieties of soft cheese –– looks delicious to me. Bring on the bread, crackers and wine, and that’s dinner and dessert in one.

brazier

May 9, 2018

You’ve got to have a certain confidence to wear your bra over your sweater. Grey velvet, helps. So does a firm bust. I like this look. I’ll never wear it –– I’ve worn the same plain Jane bras for a decade –– but I do like it. I’ll take the neck bangle, too. That I’d wear with confidence.

Dutch dream

May 7, 2018

I recently discovered the work of Piet Oudolf –– the Dutch landscape gardener known for “gardens that look wild but are not wild.” The High Line in New York is his most acclaimed design. I watched the trailer for Five Seasons –– a documentary about the life and work of Oudolf –– and now all I want is to see the film, and walk through one of his many romantic gardens. Even his drawings are so beautiful. “Beauty is in so many things you wouldn’t think of…. I think it is the journey in your life to find out what real beauty is, of course, but also to discover beauty in things that are on the first sight not beautiful.”

better in blue jeans

May 4, 2018

I can’t remember the last time I didn’t wear jeans –– it’s been months. I’m lucky that my lifestyle allows me to. These days, even the dressiest shindig is littered with denim. Fabulous blouse, killer shoes, and you’re good for a gala. My grandmother (no denim after sundown) would be appalled at the thought. But I like the high low. Of course, nothing’s better than a cotton t-shirt and two barefeet. That’s how jeans were born to be worn.

may showers

May 4, 2018

I got poured on today. It was warm outside, so I didn’t mind at all. But a decent brolly would be good to own. It would save me coming home and putting myself in the dryer. You’d think as a born and bred Londoner, I’d own a million of them. But I don’t. This one is right up my alley. Doesn’t she look like she’s making rain fun?

hatter

May 3, 2018

Who needs an umbrella when your hat is the size of the sun? I love this image –– the beach, the rocks, and this ridiculously large topper. I’m sure there’s room enough for a kitchen and a bathroom in this hat –– just in case she wants to live in it, too.

if the slipper fits

May 1, 2018

A modern twist on the classic Venetian gondolier’s slipper, is how Le Monde Beryl describes its beautiful, jewel tone flats. The fuschia satin mule is my favourite, (surprise, surprise) but in fantasy land, I’d own at least ten colours. I’d wear them everywhere, and with everything –– yes, even under joggers to the corner shop. And just imagine how pretty they’d look lined up in an entryway.

four posts

April 30, 2018

It’s been said that Louis XIV had 413 four posters –– “the bed of kings, and the king of beds.” Well, these days they’re making a comeback, returning as a minimal version of their once opulent selves. As a child I had the posts, (lucky, me) but no drapes to play hide and seek behind. So, if I ever have a four poster bed again, I’d go the whole way, with a romantic canopy (circus fabric, perhaps) and decadent wood posts.

Eucalyptus

April 28, 2018

It was my friend Stephanie who inspired me to bring Eucalyptus leaves into the home. Last time we visited her and her family in New York, I noticed a large glass pitcher stuffed full of tall Eucalyptus branches on the dining room table. What a simple way to bring colour and texture (and scent) into a room. They’re not expensive, and they last for weeks. Even dry they look great. I buy them often now, and plonk them in vessels all over the house.

red stripe

April 26, 2018

I’m a sucker for stripes, I really am, and red and white ones are hard to beat. Maybe it’s because I think of the circus, or a Punch and Judy show, but I can’t help but smile when I see them. This little nook is calling my name. I like the whimsy of the stripe next to the formal of the painting. Who’s he writing to?

 

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