Posts from March 2016

Wrist Warmer

March 17, 2016

Other than a tiny opal –– a Christmas gift from Jason –– I wear nothing on my wrists. Over the years, I have worn a bunch of Bahia Bands, evil eyes, a diamond tennis bracelet and friendship bracelets a plenty, but these days I keep it very simple. But I am tempted by this understated, delicate gold bracelet. Inscribed with the names of my three plums, I can see myself putting it on, and never taking it off.



Spanish steps

March 16, 2016

My friend Alison is on holiday in Barcelona, and this morning she sent me a photograph of row upon row of multi-coloured Kokua flats. I’d snap up five pairs if given the chance. Years ago, I walked the city’s gritty backstreets in handmade espardenya that I’d bought from a tiny family run shop in the heart of the old city. They were tomato red, and I wore them so much that the braided rope sole eventually came apart. I’ve since bought others in Greece, and a beautiful floral pair in Biarritz, but none were as comfortable, or as well made as my Barcelona beauties. If I ever return, I’ll buy a pair with laces, Dali style, and wear them as slippers around the house. Sí sí!

Salvador DALI in his studio in Cadaques.19700000Salvador DALI dans son atelier а Cadaquйs.19700000






Worn Art

March 15, 2016

Bobo Choses is one of my favourite kid lines. This season in particular,  ‘Der Blaue Reiter,’ is blooming amazing, with nods to artistic giants like Matisse, Picasso, Pollock and Hockney. Bold shapes and jubilant colours are splattered on pint size pants, rompers and bloomers. Lucky for me, the collection comes in big girl sizes, too. This skirt, Miro-meets-Miyake, is gorgeous, and the Matisse blouse is a walking-work-of-art. I’ll buy them both. The girls can take my hand-me-downs.


Golden Girls

March 15, 2016

With three children home from school this week, and Jason flat out with flu, it’s all a bit bonkers round here. I am thankful for brilliant and boosting friends who take care of my kids, and me, at the drop of a draped turban.


House Party

March 12, 2016

A couple of months ago I dreamed that we were moving into a big Victorian in Toronto that was decidedly French in feel, and that for years had been the locale of some wonderfully decadent parties. The home’s previous owner was an eccentric socialite who had chosen to leave behind her crystal flutes and silver lobster forks for us to use. The house was grand but well lived in, and the low maintenance garden, planted around a large stone terrace, was filled with potted geraniums, hydrangeas and impatiens. It was all quite beautiful.




March 10, 2016

This morning, I discovered the extraordinary miniature world of Barcelona artist Mar Cerdà. Her beautifully crafted dioramas are an invitation to a villa in Menorca, a greenhouse and a whimsical garden party. Her re-creation of Wes Anderson’s The Darjeeling Limited train compartment is truly exquisite with hand-painted vintage luggage, printed wallpaper and miniature camera, sunglasses, towel and toiletries. Of course, I want one –– the question is, which one?









March 9, 2016

Fresh flowers are an indulgence of mine. I tend to choose flowers with a plump blossom, over something delicate and spindly. But one look at Landet Järna’s instagram feed and I’m inspired to fill vintage apothecary jars with Queen Anne’s Lace. Owned by sisters, Maria Horn and Johanna Uggla, the Stockholm boutique specializes in seasonal, pesticide-free, fair trade wildflowers and plants sourced from neighbouring forests. The store itself is beautiful, with bright, white walls, honeycomb tiles and mismatched vintage chairs. On weekends customers can sip cocktails mixed by the bartenders at the restaurant next door. Blooming marvelous!




March 8, 2016

It seems nutty to buy a bathing suit online. But with few good options in Toronto, I’m tempted to, add to cart and hope there’s enough lycra to go around. I’ve been looking for a vintage inspired high waisted bikini and Modcloth offers a dizzying number of options. This print has a Mara Hoffman feel to it, (her cuts are utterly unforgiving) and I like the simplicity of this one, also. There are so many pretty one-pieces, too, in styles that cater to every body shape. My cart runneth over.



Sink In

March 7, 2016

I do like a sunken living room. It’s very retro, I know –– but so cozy and intimate. I picture a bunch of friends lounging about in silk jumpsuits and stilettos, smoking pot and drinking White Russians. Alexander Girard, whose signature colour and texture is all over The Miller House in Indiana, created an ultra luxe sunken living room for the home complete with plush red carpet and enough printed throw cushions to host an Olympic pillow fight. Now, tell me you’re not dying to dive in?



March 5, 2016

I’m on the hunt for a sun hat. Even in the mort of winter, a few of my favourite Toronto shops still carry sunhats and muslin caftans. Maybe that’s why they’re my favourite shops. I love walking into a store when it’s snowing outside and seeing pretty cozies and dresses destined for the beach. It gives me hope. Soon enough, the snow will melt away, and our city will be green and hot and bursting with life again.







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