Five green corners of Paris

If there's one thing I've learnt this year, it's that I'm a country girl at heart. I love the bustling city life, where you can jump on the metro without a second thought and spontaneously pop out for drinks with friends, without worrying whether there'll be a bar open or a bus to take you... Continue Reading →

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Chocolate: a philosophy for life

Today's post is a special one, featuring guest writer Ellie! Hello! My name is Ellie Loxton and I am delighted to be contributing to Emma’s wonderful blog. After graduating this year with a degree in English, it is a pleasure to have the opportunity to write from the soul and explore my voice within the... Continue Reading →

Déco

Home inspiration provided by Young Savage, Belfast "Oh, to have a little house!To own the hearth and stool and all!The heaped-up sods upon the fire,That pile of turf against the wall!"An Old Woman of the Roads - Padraic Colum I have been going mad with my Pinterest homewares board recently. It started off last year,... Continue Reading →

Evening drinks

The sun is out. Summer is here. Parisians fill the streets after 7pm, wandering slowly along the café-lined rues in the warm evening sunlight. The women are effortlessly dressed - jeans, a silky blouse, or maybe a sweet little tea dress with trainers - and the men all sport sunglasses and rolled-up shirtsleeves. Café culture... Continue Reading →

Picture post: Provins

Provins: a medieval village an hour outside of central Paris, in the Île-de-France region. We visited on a rainy day, grabbing a quick lunch in a Breton crêperie before climbing to the top of the village to see the church and quaint buildings. It wasn't the most impressive place I've ever been to (that's what... Continue Reading →

Dawn

It is five o'clock in the morning. My alarm clock goes off, and my sleep-fuddled brain is suddenly shocked into action, confused about where the loud blaring noise is coming from. Alarm clock tamed, I sleepily swing my legs out of bed and splash some water on my face, dab on a bit of moisturiser... Continue Reading →

Connecting with the past

My mum tells the story of how her mother (my granny) used to have days at home as designated 'baking days'. She would make a sponge cake, paradise slices, biscuits, maybe a savoury meat pie. The kitchen would be warm from the heat of the oven, there would be the gentle hum of the radio... Continue Reading →

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