My love of wallpaper dates back to childhood, when my bedroom walls were covered in tiny peach-coloured palm trees. I had a habit of scribbling on everything –– radiators, photo albums, floors –– but I never messed with the palm trees. Years later, my children’s bedroom is decorated with a wall of turquoise poppies designed by Tres Tintas of Barcelona. And so far, it hasn’t been sullied with chocolatey fingerprints or crayon. There is a roll of Mathew Williamson’s hummingbird wallpaper –– a gift from my mother –– that I’m saving for the tiniest powder room, and a lot of the papers from Bien Fait, (especially ‘The Wild”) would add whimsy to our walls, too. I’m pretty sure the palm trees are no longer in production, but this one from Cole & Son feels like the grown-up version.

I’m perplexed by people who buy a painting because it matches their pouf. I feel that the art and objects we surround ourselves with deserve more compelling stories than that. One of my favorite things, given to us as a wedding gift by our friend and koumbara, Stephanie is a life-size ceramic chicken, once used for transporting wine and vinegar. These chickens, (or are they roosters, I’m not sure) were traditionally made for Nicola Fasano from the village of Grottaglie in Puglia. I don’t remember how Jason and I flew home with it from London, but I do know that it’s had pride of place at our table for years now. It’s unique and charming, and has a great sense of humour, much like Steph.

It all started with a pink sofa. I’ve been thinking about one for some time. I think it’s more of a chaise that I have in mind, in a mellon pink, or a dusty rose, like the buildings in Marrakech. And then I happened on this image, and boom, my heart exploded. I can’t express how much I love this sofa/room/house; and so I’m not going to even try.

We have a tiny third bedroom with just enough room for a crib and a small chest of drawers. It’s festooned with bunting and air balloons, and from the ceiling, hangs a fabulous lime green chandelier I bought from an upcycler in Miami just before Iole was born. For the moment, it’s Luma’s room, but I can see the baby rooming with Antimo soon, and Iole moving back into her old nursery. She’s mentioned a bunk bed, which could possible fit, (like a cabin on a ship) but I have other ideas.