A few delights that stir my heart…

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What stirs me? The scent of jasmine at dusk, pages of a book soft beneath my fingertips, and music that makes my chest ache in the best way. I find joy in...”

Traveling; not just arriving, but the ritual of airport lounges, window seats, and the thrill of discovering little towns that feel like secret treasures.

The Ocean; sunsets hovering above the waves, salt tangling my hair, and the stillness that comes as I listen to the waves crash against the shore.

Live Music; from soulful ballads to jazz that makes me nostalgic for a time I wasn’t alive, to old country that hums like memory. I love when a song clings to the air long after it’s over.

Food & Drink; a glass of champagne over candlelight, Wianno oysters savored slowly, or a good cappuccino enjoyed on a cobblestone street.

Textures & Aesthetics; silk sheets, white nails, moody bathrooms, flickering candles, a cozy home that feels like sanctuary.

Art & Beauty; museums, photography, design details; I’m endlessly inspired by the ways people express themselves.

Connection; lingering conversations that run deeper than small talk, laughter spilling late into the night, the comfort of feeling fully seen, and simply being ourselves.

Dreamy Winter Indulgences

  • Fireside evenings with fine wine, but my favorite kind of warmth has nothing to do with the flames.

  • Velvet dresses and candlelit dinners, I promise to wear something extra… special

  • Champagne-drenched lingerie shopping, soft fabrics, whispers, daring glances.

  • Snowy city strolls. Our gloves brushing as we hold hands, breath clouding in front of us as the lights twinkle all around.

  • A weekend retreat in a luxury cabin or mountain spa. Massages, wine, and nowhere to be. I’ll bring my silk pajamas and favorite perfume.

  • Teach me to ski! You’ll have to be patient, I’m far better at après-ski than the actual slopes. Picture it: snow-dusted lashes, flushed cheeks, and your hand steadying me as I try (and fail) to look graceful. Afterwards we will trade the cold for the lodge and cozy up with hot cocoa for our souls.

  • Holiday shopping and champagne. The magic of a city covered in lights, your hand at the small of my back as we wander through shops. We will find something worth unwrapping later.

  • A night in, done right. Room service with soft jazz in the background as we escape reality for a few hours.

These are invitations, not expectations. They’re echoes of what brings my heart alive… moments where beauty, laughter, and connection converge. I savor them, but what I truly crave is the intention behind every gesture.

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