“And even this heart of mine has something artificial. The dancers have sewn it into a bag of pink satin, pink satin slightly faded, like their dancing shoes.”
Continue reading “Ten life lessons from the ballet barre”
Thank you Disney for yet another line to live by. You have to admit, that line from Cinderella is lovely. What have I learned about kindness lately? Here’s one secret. Nothing you could wear (sorry insta’, still love you though) will ever be as lovely to the world and those around you as the beautiful simplicity of a kind act. Continue reading “Have courage and be kind, she said.”
Playing with elephants, collecting butterfly wings, organizing French Lifestyle Fairs, and exploring the lush greens of an exotic hidden town….
Continue reading “Snapshots and a bottle of curiosities”
Always wonder first thing in the morning…how do I make magic?
Continue reading “Finding spells in your coffee cup”
Maybe you’re not there anymore. I’m sorry I’ve been gone. It’s been so long that I don’t know what to say.
But let me start with this. I haven’t forgotten about you, and I haven’t ever given up on this project. Continue reading “Forget me nots, for you dear reader. Or why we vanish.”
Take a peek into my week with Instagram! Living literary chic, x.
Continue reading “Monday Moments, for the dreamer”
Embrace your inner artist and develop writer’s self esteem! It’s an important part of being a confident creative!
Continue reading “How to boost your confidence in 10 steps for writers”
Ok, so maybe I wasn’t able to get the mermaids on camera…but I did manage to capture some charmed moments anyway! Koh Lipe is a tiny hidden island in the cornflower blue depths of the Andaman sea…
Continue reading “8 Magic moments on the island, mermaids aside”
A coffee table book is so much more than decorative. It can be a gorgeous, ready to be pondered over window into your dreams, an escape, a conversation starter. Whats the magic formula to finding the perfect one for you?
Continue reading “How to pick a coffee table book that inspires”
The apartment was blue, and it wasn’t cold. Moving pictures, paper princesses flashed across the screen, and I watched from behind your tousled brown hair, as the strands tickled the tip of my nose.
I was in a typical Parisian apartment, and by that I mean it was filled with unanswered questions, unexplored corners, cigarette smoke and no pressing need to change any of that. Continue reading “The King & the Bird, or the first time you held me in Paris”