Posts from June 2019

summer classic

June 29, 2019

Good golly, what a week! I leave you with these images of our favourite starlettes, enjoying the summer sun. If anyone sees polka dot bloomers, or a pink terry cloth turban in my size, please holler. They’re both on my summer wish list.


June 27, 2019

On the eve of my first born’s tenth birthday, I lay horizontal in a toothpaste blue paper nightie, waiting for my gynecologist to do a routine pap test. Everything about the room –– the magazines beside the sink, the yellowed poster behind the door, the dozens and dozens of babies on the walls –– is exactly as it was when I first entered the room a decade ago. I remember how I studied the babies faces, trying to imagine what my baby would look like. There were the twins, the preemie and that little boy who’s baby brother popped out of a magician’s hat. One day, my baby will be on this wall. One day, my baby will wear an enormous tutu and dance around the kitchen to Blondie. And she’ll pick flowers from our garden and put them in a vase. And she’ll fall off a bicycle and scratch her face in five places. And she’ll ask hard questions, and have the answers within her. And take on challenging tasks and have the resourcefulness and resolve to see them through. One day, my baby will light up the stage with her poise and smile. One day, my baby girl will be ten, and she’ll be beautiful and capable and moody. She’ll shout at me, and reach for me in equal measure. “Can you believe it’s been five years since my last visit?” I said, as the doctor turned to leave. “In a flash.” And it was then that I saw them. All three of my babies, right there on the wall, like they’d been there from the start.


al fresco

June 26, 2019

Warm, summer evenings call for easy, breezy dinners outside, and this spread looks like my idea of heaven. Italian cured meats, a mix of cheeses, bread, pickles and olives are all I’m craving. A glass or two of cold white wine would do nicely, too.

tee time

June 25, 2019

Hello! It’s t-shirt time, and I love the selection over at surf shop, Mollusk. The deep scoop on the Stella tee is nice, and the mustard of the Ebisu tee gets my vote, too. Look at the sweet scene on the Somewhere Else tee; somewhere I’d really like to be.

rings of gold

June 25, 2019

I have a few lovely pieces of jewellery, passed down by my grandmother, and re-imagined by either my Mum or myself. The tiny yellow diamonds in the earrings I wore on my wedding day, were once the frosting to a gemstone of my Yiayia’s. Jewellery is such a gift, especially when it has a story to tell. “If you’re very lucky, your jewellery will tell the story of your life,” said Salma Hayek. I met a woman in Guelph this weekend, (I was selling my pottery at a summer solstice market) who’s thick gold band is the sum of almost four decades of marriage. “Over the years, my husband has given me several rings to mark milestone events,” she said. “But my fingers swelled and I was no longer able to wear them. So, we melted the gold and combined them into this one substantial band.” She also wears a more delicate band, with tiny diamonds he’s given her over the years scattered along the surface. “The jeweller suggested we add a few more stones to make it an eternity band, and I refused. I wanted the ring to be designed with not a stone more or less than what I had.”

bath house

June 22, 2019

Not much to say about this salle de bain, except that it’s bonkers gorgeous. Pink marble, old brass taps and faded mirror in which to admire all your lumpy, bumpy, beautiful lady bits. Sign me up. And bring me all the Vogues and all the Rosé. (So my drink matches the decor.)

bare feet

June 22, 2019

It may be one of my favourite things about summer, my dirty soles at the end of a day. It means I’ve dashed around this hot and dirty city, or better yet, sat barefoot in a park or on someone’s porch. As a child, I was essentially barefoot for two months of the summer. Occasionally, I’d put flippers on to dive for urchins. That I associate barefootedness with freedom, luxury and innocence is a privilege.

smell the flowers

June 19, 2019

There’s a short spell of a few weeks in the month of June, when the city smells lovely. The lilacs are in full bloom, and everywhere you turn, you see a peony, an iris, a rose or a poppy. If you’re lucky enough to be out on a walk after a heavy rainfall, that’s when Toronto smells positively magnificent. If I could bottle that scent, I’d wear it everyday. By late July, the city is hot and still, and smells like sweat and stale cabbage. But for now, I’m breathing in the sweet freshness of spring.

modern weave

June 18, 2019

I’m bonkers about these rugs by Bertjan Pot for Moooi. Inspired by African textiles, the colours and patterns are exuberant. “The Magic Marker Carpets started off as felt tip pen-drawings,” said the designers. “When we re-discovered the color surprises of magic markers, we knew that we were on to something. Primitive hand-drawn weaves seem to go well with the advanced technique of digital printing on carpets.” Hang one on the wall; they’re too beautiful to walk on.

June 17, 2019

This thoughtfully renovated 1870’s cabin, in the heart of the Marin County, really caught my eye. Cozy furnishings, charming textiles and wall-coverings, pops of natural wood, and eclectic art throughout, make it all so warm and inviting. The kitchen is a cook’s dream, and I’d love to flop about in that living room. Garden parties must be such a delight.

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