The first year of my thirties is rapidly nearing its conclusion (hello, 31) and I have to say, the experience of moving into this new decade has, in and of itself, been pretty anticlimactic. Turns out, aging, accruing life experience, all that jazz, itโs more of a gradual process than an overnight kinda thing. Who... Continue Reading →
Voile: The stuff that (Parisian) dreams are made of
I bought a curtain a few weeks ago. โSheโs really scraping the bottom of the barrel for content here,โ I hear you thinking. โBiweekly blogging is so much of a stretch, sheโs resorted to writing about the upholstery.โ Bear with me a minute, okay? Itโs not as dull as it sounds. Or maybe it is.... Continue Reading →
