You would not be mistaken for calling me girly. As a child I played with dolls, sylvanian families, my little ponies. I bake, I like wearing pretty things, I get excited about new earrings, I have been known to scrapbook, I look forward to flying for all the time I can spend gazing longingly at…
Last weekend I fled the darkness and dreariness of Brussels in January and headed for Italy with two of my favourite people, Sarah and Marissa. We spent three nights in a wonderful house in the steep northern Tuscan hills, snuggled within a small hamlet at the top of a scary hairpin road up the side…
Last weekend we made a light to go over our dining room table. Please understand that the word “we” is relative. Rasmus did all of the making. My role was more design advice, giving project go-ahead and jumping up and down and squealing when it was done. Isn’t it awesome? We were inspired by a…
This morning while drinking espressos together: Him: Did you sleep well? Me: Yes, really well. I had some weird dreams. Him: You were awake in the night too. Me: Really? Him: You woke me up. Me: Really??? Him: You said you were cold and wiggled over to my side. Me: Huh. I so don’t remember…
I took three books with to Denmark and read two of them which is quite a good sign – I had enough time to read, which I love, but I was clearly not bored and needing something to do! The two I read were both great, which is nice because when I was in Morocco…
I’ve not always been a big fan of the New Year. It always seemed quite a headache to organise the party – where, who, what. And then stay up all night trying to make it “a night to remember” and then sleeping your way through the whole of the first day of the year, only…