so we’ve stood before this water cooler before: i don’t cook. you want me to dice and chop? might as well throw in the alpine stage of the tour de france too. it’s not gonna happen. nevertheless, i still wish i had the desire to contessa, barefoot...
monday morning sweetness to you m’loves. i’ve missed you. taking some time off last week did a girl good. hunkiest and i have been mixing the perfect martini of home life and social calendar. we tend to flourish in the hidden recesses of our habitat,...
alas, my days of idle have come to a close. gone are the mornings of birdsong wake-up calls, and balmy evening jaunts through the thick, lacy woods. here’s a glimpse of my last day out and about with my new lover: the hamptons. crossing paths on her way in and...
a few nights ago we made our way over to shelter island, a quiet, nonchalant haven of long island, which when you drive out to the coast, oozes a dreamy, quixotic, french riviera essence. i kept shaking my brain out of a cap d’antibes reverie, reminding...
east coast greetings to you m’loves. i am having a deep romance with all things shingle, fragrant honeysuckle which drapes and festoons the sidewalks we ramble, and the atlantic ocean skylight. a different kind of brilliance than out west. the east coast light...
friday beautiful to you m’loves. and what a dazzling week it has been. the kind of week where i just want to linger in the cozy sweater moments of warmth; both from the sunshine and from the goodness in people and circumstance. each morning is a rush to sweep...
