. . . and you may have noticed, around wednesday, last week, things slowed down, just a little, and all for very good reason, for that day, mid-week, a parcel arrived in the post that changed everything, and threw the week beautifully askew with much extravagant excitement and a sparkling glass [or two] to celebrate; this week, of course, will be [somewhat] back to normal, with new articles and lovely things to share, along with a few exciting announcements, intermingled, of course, the lingering excitement of the past week—even still—alongside spring in the air . . .
happy monday! hope you had an utterly beautiful mid-march weekend, and that your week is off to a perfect start, —roséline xo
. . . always and eternally in love with summer, and while others are gliding gracefully down the mountain side, am normally the one sitting prettily by the fire, wrapped in cashmere and sipping brandy or hot chocolate with marshmallows, waiting for summer's return, and dreaming of warmer climates to see out the long wintry months ahead; of course, winter's chilly days would be no match if spent gazing out the enormous picture windows at the spectacular views outside of aerin lauder's aspen ski chalet among the silver birches, with its reclaimed cypress boards and wire-brushed oak, white walls and bed linens, cosy reading corners and floods and floods of light . . .
{p.s.} also interesting : the interior designer for the chalet was daniel romualdez, who also designed the tory burch boutique, on madison, featured here a few weeks ago -- interesting to compare the two vastly different styles
. . . overcast, and the ground, laden with fallen leaves and autumn's full arrival, despite somewhere [and secretly] hoping that summer would, perhaps, last even a minute longer, but, as it is, shall embrace the cosiness of tweed blazers with soft leather elbow patches, long skirts and leather boots and quilted barbour jackets, candlelight on rainy afternoons and the stillness of dark, early mornings . . .
