Leslie Williamson photographs homes, many of which appear in her book, Interior Portraits. She also photographs people. It’s these pictures that I really love, people caught in a moment, talking, laughing, reading, eating, thinking. Williamson’s photo of Irving Harper at his home in Rye, New York has such a warm and natural feel to it, as does her shot of sculptor, Maria Moyer in her studio. Take a look, they’re all quite lovely.
Hello to al fresco Queen sized beds. And an en suite bathroom to boot. Green walls are de rigueur. Who needs a house with a set up like this?
If there’s a central island in the kitchen, chances are, everyone will end up around it. I love these vintage bar stools, brassy and chic, and you can never go wrong with a classic bentwood. A little chartreuse for your tush is a good idea, and so are these ultra simple nordic numbers. But stools that disappear after the guests are gone, those are the best kind.
One of the things I love about my neighbourhood, is how quickly and spontaneously a Wednesday evening turns into a party. And by party, I mean two women, 6 children, some fajitas and a bottle of Rosé. I am so grateful for such evenings. They remind me of the impromptu gatherings I grew up with, playing dress up way past sundown at the batty French house up the street, or quiet Sunday lunches at home, that turned into a feast for fifteen. As of late April when the snow finally thaws, you can always count on finding a neighbour to shoot the breeze with at the end of the day. And isn’t that great.
White walls are my preference, but I do love the idea of a ceiling in a bold colour. And why not Tiffany blue? I love this little room, and the idea that you’re dining under a bright, turquoise sky.
Who can say no to polka dots, especially polka dots sur plage? This is one cool cozzy. I don’t do too much lying around the beach, but I think it’s as good for sun bathing as it is for chasing sprogs into the sea.
I always get a little sentimental on the last day of school. It’s pride in my children, how much they’ve grown –– bigger hearts, bigger minds, bigger teeth –– but it’s also a whiplash back to my own feelings at the end of the school year. There was excitement for the fun ahead, but also melancholy in the clearing of desks and the farewells to friends and teachers (for what seemed like an eternity). Endings, beginnings, endings, beginnings. It was all bitter sweet. But how fast children move on. Within a few days I was barefoot, eating chunks of watermelon a million miles away from my little wooden school desk. And so mine will be, too.
My children and I got caught in the short, but intense rain storm today that caused power outages and knocked down trees. We were at a playground celebrating the end of the school year with families who had also chosen to ignore the weather forecast. The children were all eating ice cream from a truck when the rain came pouring down. Some kids started to cry, others broke into a rain dance. When we got home, soaked to the skin, I overheard my children saying that they’ll never go out with even a 40 per cent chance of rain again. “Then you’ll never go out,” I said. It wasn’t the party they expected, and it certainly wasn’t ideal, but they won’t forget it.
I really like the screen printed timber panels in this beautiful Brisbane home. What an interesting way to add pattern and colour to an otherwise natural palette. The panels were printed by local artist, Georgina Forbes. Have a look at her whimsical designs and high wattage colour.
I love all these tones –– the pinks the rusts the tans and the reds. (I’m picturing rust linen pants and a Marrakech pink silk camisole). It’s not a palette we see nearly enough of. And while we’re here in this room, let’s talk about the sofa. Sleek, and yet lived in –– totally cool.
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