Sanctuary

Hello my dears,
I hope you've had a beautiful start to 2026!
I wanted to let you know that I'm now also writing over on Substack, under the pen name "A Table in the Garden".

I slipped into the soft hush of a café, pumpkin spice latte under my nose, whipped cream swirling on top like a cottage garden rose. From the outside, no one would know anything had shifted, but on the inside, an new kind of rooting, a return to things...

I’m a bit of a dreamer who sometimes finds it hard to see what’s close by. So, a few moments from yesterday intentionally captured on the camera.
On the packing table
Scenes from my early-evening walk (August in the city has a special charm)

“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.” - Maud Hart Lovelace
I took a long time envisaging a newsletter for my shop Poésie Privée, until finally a thought landed – La Lettre Privée, a gentle monthly round-up of seasonal moods, recipes, studio notes and Friday favourites, usually in the form of some interior candy...