Morning: I’m jealous of people who start their day with meditation and yoga and some beautiful cup of matcha. That would be my dream. My reality is haphazard—definitely not Instagrammable content. I used to set an alarm clock but now I can depend on my almost two-year-old or four-year-old to wake me up. At least one of them is up by 6:15. They usually run to our room blowing raspberries and yelling “wake up sleepyhead!” or they’ll holler at the top of their lungs for my husband or I to get them. Little divas. They’re lucky that they’re cute. Being a natural night person, it’s definitely doing nothing for my beauty sleep. Thank goodness for products.
I never thought I would ever hire a decorator for my house. I know my tastes (more or less!!!), I love thrifting, and I like to do things on my own, not like all these Americans who hire a consultant for every little thing, pffff…
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I arrived to New York City on a blistering hot day in August. Twenty-seven, ten bags and one roller coaster of a journey ahead of me. You see, I never lived anywhere but London, the city that raised me; its grit, harshness and fast pace made the perfect precursor for my new home or so I thought…nothing prepares you for the move to New York.