To all my baker friends, look at this wonderful recipe for strawberry rhubarb cake, complete with a dollop of vanilla ice cream. I love the tanginess of rhubard. It always reminds me of English school dinners, often served stewed with heaps of warm custard. Perhaps, you’ll pick some up from one of our local markets, and then have me over for dinner.
Every now and then, I happen upon a designer who’s clothes make my heart flutter a bit. Copenhagen native, Cecilie Bahnsen’s romantic frocks, flirty blouses and girlie vests are so delightful. Enough that I’m already imagining myself in this dress all summer long.
My father-in-law and I were talking about cars the other day, our favourite cars. And without giving it much thought, I said that the Range Rover Classic is the car I’d love to drive, if I ever learn how. I’d also be happy zipping around in an Alfa Romeo Giulietta Spider. But this morning, as I walked to the pool, I saw my absolute favourite car parked in my neighbourhood. The Jeep Wagoneer. It’s so old fashioned that it’s cool, and the wooden paneling reminds me of my Grandmother’s trusty Mercury. When she died, we had the option of driving it back from Palm Beach to Toronto, and to this day I regret not doing so. She was always encouraging my brother and I –– neither of us had any interest in driving –– to get a license. So, if one day I find myself behind the wheel of a car, I hope it’s a wagon, in homage to her.
It’s no surprise that I’m swooning over this headboard. It looks like my pottery! It’s so beautiful, and I’m now inspired to make a huge plate with this same wavy edge. Check back in two weeks!
Much of this lovely Stockholm flat looks ready to be painted by a Dutch Master. I love the pendants and crockery and the soft pistachio green sofa in the kitchen. The dried flowers and vintage lace throughout, add romance and decadence. This feels like the home of a single, 30-something-year-old who sings and paints and hosts regular mid-week ice cream parties that piss off the neighbours.
My sweet, funny, otherworldly friend, Maryam Keyhani hosted a hat party today to celebrate her latest collection of whimsical, straw toppers. It was held in the magical garden of a grand Rosedale home, with pink champagne on silver trays and boaters strewn from trees. A host of animals –– two goats, three ducks, a pig and the largest rabbit I’ve ever seen –– roamed around in the late morning sun. Maryam looked like Marie Antoinette, only with a straw hat in the shape of a cake on her head. What was wonderful to see, was how each guest transformed as she popped a hat on her head. “Why do you think I feel like 22 women,” laughed Maryam, who is never without something sublime on her head.
This house is wee, but packed with character and charm. The furnishings are pretty basic, it’s the art and the plants that give the space life and personality. I’m lousy with plants, but after seeing this I’m inspired to snap up a few green friends for our kitchen window. I gather spider plants are easy to care for. Let’s start there.
My brain is blancmange, comme toujours, but let’s all say “AH” to Charlotte Casiraghi’s perfect little wedding outfit. Three bows are always better than one. And doesn’t she look just like her Mama?
I love the carving in the drywall, by extraordinary sculptor, Valentine Schlegel. This how I imagine it might feel to be a pearl inside a shell. There are no hard edges on boats, for obvious reasons, and I wish more homes were built in the same way. It’s softer, kinder and more natural. Give this piece a skim on why people are drawn to curved architecture. “We prefer curves because they signal lack of threat, i.e. safety.” Like a pearl feels inside a shell.
I bet all you old school Birks wearers find the new colours and textures ridiculous. Your trusty, brown sandals have been to Peru and back, four times, you don’t need a pair in hologram silver. I get it. I like the originals, too. That’s until I saw this collaboration with the iconic Pellicano hotel. I can’t deny, I like it. The natural rafia is lovely, and so’s the Arizona red satin. They’re not for Machu Picchu, but the Argentario Coast, Perché no.
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