Because our trip to Orta San Giulio was for a wedding, this post won’t be the typical ‘guide’ post I share. In fact, I wasn’t even planning on doing a post about our most recent trip at all. Contrary to what I probably should do, I like to make a conscious effort to shut down ‘Blogger Eire’ when doing stuff with friends and family. However, Orta San Giulio — the cobble-streeted, mountain-viewed, ‘old-charm’-Italian lake town that it was — is too breathtaking not to share with you.
It’s no secret that I love modern, Scandi-chic decor. My various interiors round-up posts can attest to that. But, if you can believe it, this development in my tastes is actually relatively recent, borne out of seeking adulthood simplicity. In fact, for many, many years — and with multiple degrees in Medieval English Literature as further proof — I was most drawn to antiques. Yearning to be an antiques collector in my youth, I dreamt of filling my home with ancient artefacts, ornate objects and curious collectables. A home that would look somewhere between Indiana Jones and Antiques Roadshow, I can only imagine.
My love affair with Bloody Marys began young — with visions of my mother, beginning every ‘fancy night’ with a ‘Bloody Mary: hold the vodka” (the woman doesn’t drink. Smart lady). While it took me years to figure out she was just drinking spicy tomato juice (she insists it’s ‘more complex’ than that, lolz), I quickly fell in love with its sweet, spicy, savoury taste. Done right, it can taste like Sunday morning heaven. Done wrong, and it’s like drinking a can of chopped tomatoes (I’m looking at you, Dishoom). I’ve spent 8 years in London, drinking my way through brunch spot after brunch spot to discover London’s best offerings. The 5 best Bloody Marys in London, ranked and photographed, for your spicy tomato pleasure.
So. This may be the longest I’ve gone without posting on the blog. I’m not entirely sure what happened, except life got in the way. We have some big changes (possibly) coming up — more soon on this, I swear, I just don’t want to share anything with you lot until I know exactly what is happening — which really has impacted my motivation and creativity.
This might be my most controversial post yet. And I wrote an entire post about how I think 99% of skincare is terrible. Us Londoners are a funny bunch: open, welcoming, but fiercely territorial, and weirdly divisive about a rather dull-coloured river. Ask a Londoner what tourist sites to go to, and they’ll probably rattle off the same few — but with a strikingly different opinion about what’s good (and not).