I was in search of a brooch a few weeks ago, and much to my dismay all I found in my bijoux drawer, was a tiny gold safety pin. It reminded me how we all we need at least one gorgeous brooch to pin to a beret, the collar of a chic silk blouse, or in my case, to fasten a button-less coat with. This Lulu Frost is an upgrade on my safety pin, and I’d take any of the vintage charmers below.
I’m smitten with Jane Muir‘s ceramic people. These dames here look like a senior’s choir, and Mr. and Mrs. Moss, remind me of a couple in my neighbourhood. I love Pea Pod Head, and this little lady with her navy tulip dress is divine. Which one is your favourite?
I think I was about twelve-years-old when I bought my first moisturizer. It was Oil of Ulay, and I remember piling it on like whipped cream on a waffle. One hundred moisturizers later, it’s Joanna Vargas that I’m using. I still wonder what part products plays versus diet, environment, lifestyle etc… But I do know how lovely it feels to smooth softly scented cream into clean skin. Lovely enough to warrant going back for more, again and again.
I love to read stories about friends who’ve come together to create a business that reflects their friendship and shared talents. Berlin natives, Laura Muthesius & Nora Eisermann have so much talent between them, and their blog, Our Food Stories is a delight to scroll through. Laura has a fashion background and Nora is a photographer, and together they now whip up imaginative gluten free meals artfully photographed among the plum trees. It’s all very beautiful, and mouthwatering. Cake in the vineyards looks like a bit of a dream, actually. Friends noshing on a pear pumpkin cake in the fields of a charming chateau close to Bordeaux –– sign me up.
Iole is reading a version of Twefth Night, written for children by lois Burdett. I studied Shakespeare for years at school, and Twelfth Night was one our GCSE texts. But years later, all I could remember were Malvolio’s yellow tights. Clearly, I retained the play just long enough to write an exam, and then poof, it all disappeared. But to this day, when I see a pair of yellow tights, it’s Malvolio that I think of. They’re hard to pull off — few outside Malvolio have.
More is more is more! It’s all so utterly over the top, but how fabulous is this room! I want to move in for a month –– watch old movies in bed, invite friends over for Darjeeling, read laugh-out-loud books, and have club sandwiches brought to me for breakfast. Yes, that’s sounds like a lovely way to spend the month of December.
I am very fond of this little blue farmhouse. It’s in Idaho, and that is all I know about it. I don’t want to live in it. I don’t even know that I want to stay here, but tea and scones followed by a walk in the woods would be quite lovely.
I came across the beautiful work of Ariel Alasko today –– spoons, plates, and sculptures hand carved from walnut and maple. What a gorgeous gift this charred maple bush brush would make. Alasko’s cutting boards, made from simple walnut or ambrosia maple, are what every home (and slab of good cheese) needs. And just look at these fabulous hazelnut spoons. Her Instagram account, entirely in shades of earth, is really quite dreamy. And her dog, Mazie, is kind of lovely, too. Woof.
I’m a lousy baker, but I do love the look of these crispy cinnamon sugar biscuits. With a pre-made dough, I think even I could pull them off. They’re a lovely sweet to have handy at this time of year. Presented in a vintage tin, they make a super hostess gift, too. Cinnamon makes everything taste delicious. And tell me, who can resist a bite sized donut?
It’s taken all my life, but I’ve finally found a lipstick I love. It’s called Marilyn by Gee, and it’s a gorgeous coral red. I’ve worn it out to dinner, on the school run, to my pottery class, and even in the pool. Amazingly, it stayed on in the water. I felt like the women in my aquafit class who wear red lips, a frilly cap and a diamond ring to take a dip. When you don’t wear makeup, lipstick (especially a bold one) really does give your face a lift. My Mum never leaves home without it. I may now do the same.
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