“We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.”
— Eduardo Galeano
. . . and it has certainly been a weekend of kisses & wine, and bouquets of roses scattered about the place; there were pim's orange and banana bread, and a traditional sunday dinner with family from out of town; pretty pastel dresses and golden sandals, and that pervasive feeling, that has been hanging in the air for the past few months, of change and excitement for the next few days and weeks . . .
hope you've had an impossibly lovely spring weekend, and that it's beautiful where you are, — roséline xo [a few lovely links below] x
. . . and a part of the weekend was spent in the countryside, back gardens and magnolia blossoms, and it was so very lovely to drive out of the busy-ness of the city for a while; and the week has begun in spring sunlight, cups of coffee and conversations before breakfast, and although so much has been done in the past weeks, there is still much to, and so, it's for now, more coffee and a beautiful new week . . .
happy monday! hope you had a stunning spring weekend, and that your week is off to a perfect start, — roséline xo [a few lovely links below] x
. . . running ever fashionably late, but weekend links, exciting news, and a few other lovely things to follow, but for now, a quick stop to say hello and to wish you a perfect spring weekend . . .
à bientôt / see you soon, —roséline xo hello! have a returned, as a promised, with a few lovely links, below x
. . . 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
. . . this weekend was one of chignons & pearls and romantic sunday walks along the water; pastel-coloured petals falling on golden coffee tables and afternoons soaked in sunlight; there were cut-crystal glasses of sparkling wine for two, and that certain feeling of feverish restlessness that comes just before the arrival of spring, and also before the final realisation of dreams . . .
hope you had a stunning march weekend, and that it's beautiful where you are, —roséline xo
. . . was just remarking how the weekend positively flew by, as if a dream, one that was filled with pastel-coloured pastries and chocolat fleur de sel biscuits [every delectable bite all but gone now], and visits with the past, a wardrobe of lace-lined cardigans, striped gold sequined tops and coral cashmere sweaters, and now on this sun-drenched early-march monday, fast approaching the wrapping up stages of a few projects, and with the near arrival of spring comes many other wonderful things . . .
hope you've had a beautiful weekend, and that your week is off to a perfect start, —roséline xo
. . . today began with one of those mornings where the mind whirls with a million projects & plans, and so much so, that sleep was impossible and coffee & throwing open the curtains was all that one could do; and the desk is a beautiful mess of daybooks and fountain pens and very long lists, and it's off for a bit to make sense of it all, leaving you with, as promised, a few lovely links . . .
. . . this weekend was a few luxurious moments to catch up on a little reading, afternoons in the warm late-winter sunshine and late lunches at old favourite places; there were also renovations—[contractors and things being built, a maddeningly fine dust falling over everything]—but also, the wonderful feeling of things accomplished and being steps closer to all the projects and plans that have begun some time ago; and there dinner at a new italian restaurant, glasses of montepulciano d'abruzzo and today, so much sunlight, it feels as if spring might arrive at any moment . . .
hope you've had [are having] a perfectly lovely [long] weekend, and that it's beautiful where you are, —roséline xo
. . . and after the beautiful insanity of the past few weeks, and all of the wonderful things that seem to be happening all at once, it was lovely to slow things down, just a little, over the weekend, passing the hours over long dinners in favourite restaurants, and at quiet tables in cosy pubs, late evenings watching films and saturday afternoon at the shops for spring jackets, lipstick and lovely lacy things, and now it's monday, monday, and there is coffee and so much to look forward to this week . . .
hope you've had an impossibly lovely weekend, and that your week is off to a perfect start —roséline xo
. . . this weekend was one of celebrations, and there were fireplaces alight with a million flickering candles and glassess of champagne on carerra, late dinner reservations, and later cocktails & dessert; cashmere cardigans with crystal buttons and velvet brocade at sunday brunch; there were vintage shops and flower markets and delectable eggs benedict, narcissi and bouquet upon intoxicating bouquet of roses in shades of coral and sun-drenched yellow and pale, pale cerise . . .
hope you've had a perfect winter weekend, and that it's beautiful wherever in the world you may be, roséline xo
. . . this weekend was cosy pubs with fireplaces and late, late nights with old friends, lazy sunday mornings and long cups of coffee in perfect slants of winter sunlight; and now, a few moments to catch up and dream and plan for the week ahead . . .
hope you're having an exquisitely lovely weekend, and that it's beautiful where you are, —roséline xo
. . . and since the new year has begun, there has been a spectacular flurry of creative energy and productivity -- the kind that happens after one has returned from a few weeks in paris, or spent enough nights falling asleep to the sound of waves; and there has been organising and planning and time at the gym everyday, even, and while not certain if it is the momentum of change from one year to the next, or the excitement of even more changes and wonderful things still to come -- whatever the reason may be, it is breathtaking and it is perfect, and while there are still and always unanswered emails and telephone calls to return -- for now and the weekend -- shall enjoy a little time for drinks and party dresses, a macaron or two, and being held close, and most certainly, for a few moments of perfect repose . . .
wishing you a relaxing, fun-filled weekend, and that it is beautiful, wherever in the world you may be,— roséline xo
. . . the place is in a state of disarray, for, instead of spring cleaning, it's winter cleaning, for, as you know, currently in the midst of some very exciting things that involve a bit of upheaval, and so, this weekend is red wine in cut crystal glasses, films and flower shops and photographs, a romantic dusting of snow on these [cosy] chilly nights, and love, love, love . . .
hope you're having an astonishingly wonderful weekend, and that it's beautiful where you are, roséline xo
. . . and while saturday mornings are lovely things in and of themselves, this one began drenched in golden sunlight, the kind that warms one's face on a bright winter's day, flooding hearts with happiness uncontained; and this weekend is red wine and good music, sorting & organising and plotting & planning, coffee table picnics and delicious nostalgia, and there's still sunday . . .
hope you're having a perfectly wonderful weekend, and that it's beautiful where you are, roséline xo
. . . and it is nearly unimaginable how we could have already arrived at this, the very last post of what has been, in so many ways, an extraordinary year, and while the past weeks and months [especially the last few] are, at this moment, but a beautiful blur, it is for certain that they were filled with impossibly beautiful things, and tonight, before the champagne and oysters, foie gras & truffles, and midnight kiss, a quick stop to say hello: what ever plans you may have for new year's eve, and whatever dreams for the new year, wishing you, for tonight and forever, moments of adventure and of magic, and most of all, for more beauty than your heart could possibly contain . . .
here's to a magical evening & a most wonderful weekend, and, of course, that it's beautiful wherever in the world you may be, roséline xo CONTINUE ---------------------------------->
. . . la vie est faite de petits bonheurs / life is full of little pleasures, and of those, were the many lovely moments spent here, and so, thank you for the mornings you've dreamed away over coffee, and the evenings over wine, and especially to those who have taken the time to say helloeveryday, and for all the [sometimes heartrendingly] lovely notes & letters over the past year -- it has been wonderful to share little glimpses of life and moments of sheer and utter beauty with you, and while there will be many more beautiful things to get hopelessly lost in, to come, but for now, it's fairy lights and champagne cocktails, cut-crystal glasses of vintage chianti by the fire, and moments of such loveliness, it will cause one's breath to catch . . . wishing you a holiday filled with love and magic, and that it's beautiful wherever in the world you may be, roséline xo {p.s.} and to p, thank you for literally saving christmas this year, although must confess you save it every year, and can not wait to spend every single moment for the next few days with you♥ af e w l o v e l y l i n k s :
