Ooh la la, can we say dream staircase. So simple, and bold. It’s very Cycladic in feel. I like the juxtaposition of minimal, Greek island design with traditional botanical drawings, gilded frames and a sisal rug. Up close, you can see all the markings in the plaster, which just adds more character and life to the overall design.
Isn’t this such an elegant headboard? Modern, but with a nod to the past. I like how the scalloped edge is echoed in the quilt. The details on the walls are all hand painted, trompe l’oeil style. And the overall palette –– honey, cinnamon and vanilla ice cream –– is so warm and inviting. It’s all in the details, and there are so many to love here.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted a guest loo, (regular readers know I have a penchant for them) and this one really is divine. The wall paper, the sink, the brass taps and those charming sconces. I’m sure it exists, but one day I may edit a book of my favourite, and most decadent loos. With a finely curated selection of on-the-loo reading material.
We went to a lovely cafe in Kingston today and ate sunny-side-up-eggs, salads and grilled cheese sandwiches off beautiful plates handmade by Lail. It’s such an indulgence to eat good food off plates made by a local maker. I’d love to own a set of bowls in different colours. Tomatoes looked gorgeous against the lapis blue, and my mixed vegetable salad couldn’t have been prettier against the hunter green of my bowl. Now, just how many can I fit into the trunk of our car?
The house we are staying at in Rhinebeck this week, a modern riff on a clapboard, on a quiet street in the heart of town, has warm, mahogany windows everywhere you turn. There are no blinds, so the light comes pouring in at all hours of the day. There’s something quite lovely about waking with the sun, and tuning into the morning, noon and dusk light that each season sends. This house here, is designed by the Toronto architect we’re working with, Heather Dubbeldam. From the back, it looks like a modern barn, and the light that floods through is really quite amazing.
Certain colour combinations remind me of certain people. My Mum is rust and Klein blue. My neighbour, Alison is seafoam and dove grey. My friend, Zelmira is forever Schiaparelli pink and palm green. I think she wears lots of muted colours these days, nudes and greys and black, but in my head she is the colour of a watermelon. Look at this Rothko, it’s a great mix. And these Giambatista gowns.
I came across this online shop today, Doing Goods, that celebrates all things handmade. Every item is designed in the Netherlands, and hand made by a family of craftspeople in India. These ginko salad servers are so pretty, and I love this snowy leopard rug. The textiles are gorgeous, and who can resist monkey candle holders? These are just the sorts of rarities one might pick up at a bazaar in Jaipur or Marrakech.
Good golly, just look at this beautiful terrazzo tile. And the hand-painted ceiling. I love the barely there pink of the walls. And how spartan the room is, despite its decadence.
I’m not much of a bath taker –– its been years, in fact –– but plonk me in this dreamy goose egg, and I’ll never get out. It’s kind of amazing to me that rooms like this even exist. But only in dreams. And on Pinterest. Real life asks for a towel rack and soap dish, at the very least.
Outside of a brief period in the early 90s when our kitchen walls were a mellow yellow, I grew up with white walls. There was so much colour and print in our home, that a white backdrop made sense. It still does. No other colour offers the possibility of white. But every now and then, I’ll walk into a space with walls the colour of a watermelon, or that mellow mustard of my youth, and I’m tempted. After all, it’s only paint.
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