I love this dining room table, it’s organic shape, that it’s neither a rectangle or a circle. I like the heaviness of its three legs. Of course, it helps that it’s in such good company. The chairs! The banquette! Oh, and that the surrounding room is just so damn lovely.
Paola Angoletta’s home in a valley of the Veneto mountains is utterly charming. Maybe it’s the many shades of rose that pull me in, but I’m smitten. There are so many jaunty details –– copper pans, vibrant textiles, flowers and whimsical chandeliers –– throughout the house. Plus, a claw-foot tub and vintage beach chair is a winning combination.
This beautiful bedroom, at Arniano, the Italian villa of interior designer Camilla Guinness, feels like you’re in an enchanted forest. Guinness collects textiles, and all the bed linens are sourced from antique shops and markets in Tuscany and beyond. Such simple, sinuous elegance in the iron bed frame. Have a gander around the rest of the house. It really is dreamy.
High waisted shorts, check. Button down camisole, check. Plain Jane hair, sans maquillage, check. I like it all, head to toe. I can’t see her shoes, but I am picturing these.
My grandfather was a great cook. We’d land in Bermuda, where he and my grandmother spent half the year, and within minutes of arrival, he’d be in the kitchen preparing a bolognese. Chicken à la King served on vol-au-vent was another favourite. Oh, the butter! In everything! Two whole sticks went into his tomato sauce! For dessert, there was always a baked apple, slathered in more butter and brown sugar. All this was prepared in his signature plaid shorts, (worn way above his belly button) a sleeveless, white undershirt and an apron. And at the end of the meal, my grandmother would always say, “excellent PAM, (his initials) just excellent.”
Say yes, to Matisse blue kitchens, that standout in a sea of white ones. Vases full of hydrangeas are always a good idea, and great, great Uncle Edward will look dashing in a gilded, antique frame. Charming on charming, don’t you think?
This is a dream of a dress, from Madrid based dressmakers, Romencera. It would be fabulous for a bride –– but not exclusively for one. I’d wear this to something really special with orange lips and a brilliant shoe. Take a look at the other frocks, all so ethereal and unique.
A crisp white shirt dress, full length veil, red flats and a wild amount of white anemones –– say yes to the dress. Truly, how cool is this duo. Auguri!
My only experience sailing a boat, was in the early 90s in Bermuda, when my Mum decided to put me in a whole month of lessons at the Dinghy Club. I’m sure she thought it would be fun, and that I’d learn a skill. It wasn’t fun at all, largely because I spent the whole month under a capsized boat in the Hamilton Harbour. I was a crap sailor, even though I have a certificate somewhere that states otherwise. When it came to taking my test, I passed with flying colours, thanks to my brother, who was snogging the teacher. The truth is, even in my waterlogged misery, I remember having fun. I liked the other children, all locals, and the rare sail I did manage, felt like a triumph. As a child who got plonked in many activities, and situations, that I did not always want to be in, I feel less awful when I do the same to my own sprogs. They’ll survive, and likely learn a life lesson or two.
High waisted trousers, wider than the Mississippi river, yes, yes, yes! Course, I could never pull them off, but if you know someone who can, send this now.
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