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.


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.


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.

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.


Stocked up

June 8, 2017

Stock is such a dull name for a flower this pretty. It’s at this time of year that we see buckets full of stock at the convenience stores. I bought three bunches of soft peach stock a few days ago and put them in a tall Moroccan tea glass in the bathroom. They haven’t lasted very long, but flowers in the loo are such a treat.


House of letters

June 5, 2017

When I was about ten, my Mum gave me a beautiful dollhouse. It looked like the Georgian style homes in Notting Hill. I painted it the palest pink, with white trim. Inside, the walls were lemon yellow. It wasn’t a dollhouse for very long. By the time I was twelve, I stashed letters and diaries  in it. Pages and pages of handwritten poetry, confessions and teenage angst accumulated in every room. I still have the house, with all its contents. One day, I’ll re-read all the letters, and I’ll laugh and wince and well up. And if I’m ever tempted to upgrade my treasures to a grander address, it will look something like this.


June 2, 2017

A local florist told me that a decade ago peonies were like tulips –– affordable and everywhere. These days, a bunch of peonies feels like such an indulgence. They are the grande dame of blooms, and one of my most beloved, mostly because they’re here for such a short spell. The peonies in my garden are about to burst wide open, and that’s always a bit of a thrill. In the meantime, I’m going to buy myself a big bunch today. We all should.



Tile high

May 31, 2017

I appreciate the fluidity of the same wood flooring throughout a home, but if I were feeling gutsy, I might choose a tile for the kitchen. I like the contrast, and the change in atmosphere a pop of print can create. There are so many options, that’s the dizzying part, but something simple and graphic would do nicely.

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