A few delights that stir my heart…
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.