Posts from May 2018

chaise athena

May 18, 2018

A pink chaise is a little dream of mine, and this one is pretty much perfection. I think I’d dress for the occasion, in a vintage kimono or a pair of high thread count pajamas, perhaps. And I’d need a stack of beautiful magazines, and a mint julep in a coupe. Can’t you picture it all?

princess story

May 18, 2018

I was only four, but I do remember watching Diana stepping our of her carriage in that exquisite ile flottante of a dress. It was the summer of 1982 and we were staying with my grandparents in Bermuda. I too could wear a tiara, and marry a prince one day, is what I, and billions of little girls around the world thought. My mother had worn a beautifully beaded tiara when she married my father in 1974. I wore that fairytale tiara –– at home, at parties and on playdates ––  until every bead came unstrung. Diana married a prince, and so might I. When I was eight, I moved from my Surrey nursery to the Greek school in London. Prince Nicholas was a pupil there, and on days when I got to school early, he’d pass my classroom on his way to his and give my ballerina bun a squeeze. I took that as marriage proposal, of course. Years later, I did marry a prince, just not one with a title. I’m not sure that my girls even know that there’s a royal wedding on the weekend, and they certainly don’t care about marrying a prince. But we’ll tune in, for sure. Royal or not, Harry and Meghan are a couple in love, and that’s a thing worth celebrating.

bag lady

May 16, 2018

The bigger the bag, the more we hoist around. Give your back (and yourself) a break and bring only the bare essentials. A wallet, phone and the key to your home would fit nicely into this adorable Zara cross body. And what about this darling gingham number from J.Crew? Go on, life’s heavy enough. Make it small, make it leopard.


May 15, 2018

Every year, on mother’s day, my friend Patricia receives a letter from each of her two daughters. She has a stack of about twenty of them, dating back to when her girls hit double digits. Some years it’s a paragraph, other years it’s ten. “I like to know where they’re at, what they’re thinking about.” Collectively, the letters form a beautiful archive into their lives so far. I mentioned this idea to my own children as we dragged our feet through Chinatown after swimming one day. “I don’t want any gifts, but I do want a letter.” Within two days, there were drafts all over the house. My son wrote, and re-wrote his three times. When Mother’s day rolled around, I received a sentence from Antimo, two sentences from Iole and a squiggle from Luma. It’s a start. Mother’s Day, like Valentine’s Day, often comes with pressure and expectation. It’s the forced show of love and gratitude that makes everyone cringe. Too much of it feels saccharine, and too little scratches at our insecurities. A letter seems like a fair request. And peonies are always a good idea.


May 14, 2018

A flat, wide brimmed hat may be the topper for summer ’18. I keep seeing them about the place. It’s the very opposite of the one I wore last summer, a whimsical straw hat, with a crown tall enough to double as a bucket. I like this flat roof, but not enough to buy the Jacquemus version. Instead, I’ll pop into Zara and give this one a whirl. Yes, if the hat fits, I think you’ll do nicely.

summer silhouette

May 11, 2018

There aren’t too many pieces from Aussie brand, Posse that I don’t want for summer. The siona pant in lemon yellow; the ducky shorts in an orange stripe; the Margot dress in dusty rose. It’s all so simple, light and feminine. I may be on the other side of wearing a bandeau, but if I could, this mustard yellow number would be the one. The Posse line is designed in Australia, and made by hand by Balinese craftswomen. Join the posse.


May 11, 2018

I spent a lovely morning at the Rose Avenue Public School in St. James Town today. It’s a unique school, with vibrantly muraled walls and a richly multicultural student population. Like Mabin, where my kids go to school, Rose Avenue sees the integration of the arts as a vital pathway to building a strong community of changemakers. The two schools are very different, not least because of where they are in the city, but in philosophy they are quite similar. At both schools, I hear children as young as six or seven, talking about empathy –– “when someone hurts, and you feel it, too” –– and making change –– “when you see things that aren’t right in the world and you make a difference,” –– and that is truly exciting. Next month, the two communities will come together at Rose Avenue for a creativity fair, with painting, puppetry, storytelling, drumming and dancing, galore. It will be a fun event, one that reflects the spirit of both schools, and the spirit of the city we live in.

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.


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.

Pink palace

May 9, 2018

It’s not everyone’s idea of heaven, but to live in a hotel sounds like a angels singing in my ears. If there’s a hotel that I would choose as my permanent address, it would be the Sujan Rajmahal Palace in Jaipur. It was built in 1729 by Maharaja Sawai Jai Singh II as a getaway for his wife. Both the Queen of England and Jackie Kennedy have been guests. More recently it’s been through a major redesign with interior designer, Adil Ahmad at the helm. Anyone who knows me just a little bit will see why the decor makes my hearts swoon. Pink chaises, whimsical fabrics and chandeliers befitting a palace. Take a look around. I’ll send you a postcard when I get there.

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