Posts from June 2022


June 27, 2022

One of the many gifts of three children has been the chance to re-live the newborn phase, each time bringing more wisdom and levity to the experience. The first time turned me inside out. I sometimes imagine how wonderful it would be to re-live that first time with what I know now. It’s a naive little fantasy, but one layered with nostalgia and regret. I’d hold Iole for as many hours as the day holds, and know that everything else –– the cracked nipples and plum-sized blood clots, the endless screaming and uncertainty –– would pass. She’s a teenager now, and as the first in line, I’m still more raw and unsure with her than I am with her siblings. “Every time you do something for the first time, I am doing it for the first time, too,” I often say to her in a plea for her patience and understanding. We can’t go back, but we can reflect on the journey, and move forward as wiser and more compassionate people. Iole is one of my greatest teachers. Happy Birthday, beautiful girl. You light the path.

June 24

June 24, 2022

“Remember who you are. Not just a wave, but the entire ocean. Not just a cloud, but the entire sky.”

lake swimming

June 24, 2022

The first time I swam in a lake was in the late 80s at Kingsley Pines summer camp in Maine. I was used to seawater, so the lake –– smooth, cold and gunmetal grey –– was such a novelty. I imagined all kinds of lake monsters lurking beneath the water. Not being able to see down to the bottom was unnerving. I’d watched Stand By Me, so I was leery of leeches. Saltwater will always be my favourite water to swim in. But there’s something about lake water that is a majesty unto itself. This week, I swam laps across a small motor-free lake in Hunstville remembering my first lake swims at camp. In the morning, the lake water was almost obsidian in colour, choppy, and so cold you have no choice but to move your body rigorously. By dusk, it was Wedgewood blue and smooth as glass. What a thrill to swim in a lake like this. Snapping turtles, leeches, and all.


June 22, 2022

“It’s not for everyone…. ” is music to my ears. Whether it’s a line of bathing suits, a new restaurant, a style of painting or a way of living, the description denotes daring and originality and nerve. Batsheva Hay‘s collection of furniture is not for everyone. “The fabrics I used for these furniture pieces are all vintage upholstery that I have collected for years. Some are from the 1920s and the most recent ones are from the 1980s. I liked mashing up asynchronous fabrics—a bright watercolour floral from the 1980s with a 1970s acid green faux patchwork piece, or a 1920s floral print with an ’80s velvet zebra,” Hay tells Vogue. It’s garish, like your Grandma’s chintzy house, joyful and utterly original.

road map

June 20, 2022

I have a handful of friends that I’ve known for as long as I can remember. My memories of them span the gamut, from sandpit fights to vomiting out of car windows. They’re my road map back to where I started. When they send me pictures of their children I feel that I know the kids so well. The hair, the nose, the stance –– it’s all so familiar. That was the face I threw sand at. That was the ponytail I held back while you vomited out the window. Given that I am far from where I started, and not just geographically, that road map is really precious to me. I think about them all the time; Sunday lunches, our love for Christian Slater, and how we supported each other through deaths and divorces and Bet Lynch leaving Coronation Street. I wonder what their kitchens look like, and what music they play on the school run. The wonderful thing is, and I know this for certain, that we’d pick up right where we left off if face to face. Lower ponytails. Wrinklier faces.

apple of my eye

June 18, 2022

If I had to choose a favourite dessert, it would be some form of tart. Lemon is a front-runner, but I also love Raspberry. This recipe by Angela Hartnett for apple tart looks delicious. Apple tart or an apple galette is a popular topper to English Sunday lunches. Served piping hot, with vanilla ice cream, there are few puddings yummier. Serve it on parchment paper, or on a large wooden cutting board.

around and around

June 16, 2022

Scott Bergey’s muted pallet and whimsical style.

Carol Russell’s charming wooden spoons.

Elderflower and Gin sorbet.

This retro bather.

Dream car.

An Inuit woman and child giving each other a kunik.

flower power

June 15, 2022

If I were going to a big fête, you know, at a Rockefeller estate or a small castello in Como, I’d wear a frock by mother/daughter duo, Bernadette. The Antwerp-based fashion label is chic and playful, and takes summer florals to another level. Think full length taffeta adorned with sunflowers or wild hyacinths. Or mini dresses, fashioned from sorbet orange Italian silk. These are dresses to dance until dawn in. These are dresses that come home grass stained with chocolate gelato down the front. As an aside, Bernadette also makes a delightful line of ceramics; simple teapots and bowls covered in the brand’s signature florals. So much to love.


June 14, 2022

One of the many things I miss about working in a communal studio is the sharing of ideas. Inspiration for a vase is just as likely to come from a studio mate’s work as it is a conversation about Sicilian lemons, Berber rugs or toys we played with as children. Working alone has many benefits. I am more decisive because I don’t have anyone to deliberate with. I follow my gut. Working alone allows for more focus. I am more productive. But what is missing is that beautiful thing that happens when two, three, four creative minds work together to unleash ideas that would otherwise never see the light of day. To see your influence manifest in another person’s work and vice versa is truly satisfying. This communal Frogtown studio, home to artists such as Hilary Pecis, Lily Stockman and Megan Reed sounds like a dream. “Deep conversations happen, where we’re pinging off of each other,” says Reed, who makes gorgeous and wacky sculptures from styrofoam and Sculptamold. “That’s the joy of being in a space like this. I feel that electric energy.” In an ideal world, I’d have a combination of the two. A quiet little studio in my garden, and a bustling studio to go to. A girl can have more than one dream.

hats off

June 10, 2022

I’ve been eyeing this summer topper for months now, and I’m on the verge of pressing add to cart. Designed by Sydney-based artist, Lorna Murray her accordion pleated hat looks like something Audrey Hepburn might have worn dashing across the Piazza Di Spagna in Rome. It’s hard to choose a colour, but I am leaning toward the emerald green, ‘Ravello‘ or the blue and white, “Praiano.” I rather like this terracotta, too. Once on, I’m not sure I’ll ever take it off.

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