It’s here! Today is the day. In fact honestly? I would skip BrocanteHome today, pop your shoes on and get thee to the bookshop or click here (aff) and get thy bottom over to Amazon to press please deliver to me RIGHT NOW (they have a button like that don’t they??), for twenty five years…
My very, very favourite month is almost upon us, and although September has a terribly special place in my heart, there is no doubt that the shift into any new season whether it be Autumn or Spring, has its own challenges in terms of necessary changes in mindset, self-care, domesticity, food, routine and ritual. And…
The house is booming with anxiety. Booming I tell you. Finley is about to jet off to Paris and he is having absolute horrors about the entire matter. There is much to worry about. His first trip on an aeroplane after a lifetime of panic attacks at the very idea. The fright of the noise…
Domestic Situation Maybe you’ve heard about this. Maybe not.A man came home and chucked his girlfriend’s catIn the wood chipper. This really happened.Dinner wasn’t ready on time. A lotOf other little things went wrong. He spatOn her father, who came out when he learnedAbout it. He also broke her pinky,Stole her checks, and got her…
I am stalking a lady with auburn hair. Not literally. I’m not prowling around her garden or trailing her around the supermarket. I’m not that weird. I’m simply stalking her in my head because she is fabulous and I want to be her. Or marry her. Or insist she be my best friend so a…
I do believe that it might be well documented that I love September. I love it with a passion I usually reserve for violet cremes. It is after all the loveliest of opportunities to shift gear, fall into a frenzy of blissful and oh so very rewarding homemaking escapades and if we are feeling that…
In the garden the purple speckled strands of whatever it is growing out of the blue watering can have tangled themselves in gorgeous knots through the fretwork of the old iron chair on which the watering can rests. They are as one now. A muddly marriage I dare not part. In the house the fridge…
You have astonished me with your kindness. Your patience. Your loyalty. And above all the gentle advice so many of you have dropped into my inbox. Advice I have been mulling over, turning this way and that and threading into the tapestry of my tomorrows. How lucky I am to have so much wisdom at…
And so a month has gone by. A month that began with arms full of hope and ended with the horror of the man I love hurting himself in the dead of night. (I need you to read between the lines here. To read it but not speak of it, nor question its specifics.) “Anne,…
Hmm. Two conversations. Both with men. Not necessarily rational themselves but at least willing to offer opinion where it has almost certainly not been invited. The first with Ste. One coffee in to our morning ritual of two cups of tea and two cups of coffee over the couple of hours we spend together before…