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While I don’t want to make you too jealous so soon after my introduction, I’m finally heading to a place that has been on the list for a while!
With a long, hard, northern hemisphere winter nearly over, my boyfriend and I decided it was time for some sun, beach, blue water and a bit more sun. So we booked our tickets to Greece! And just how amazing does that look?!
Anyone care to join?
If it’s a little too far away, I promise to share the holiday snaps.
Jemmi x
Image via pinterest
Well now that I’ve been formally introduced (and thanks for the lovely welcome), I guess I need to get in there and start posting! And so here it is, the first ‘Sage’ post…..
When my email popped up saying Merci had launched it’s online store, the hellish tube ride to work quickly vanished from my mind. Instead, memories of my last trip to Paris came flooding back – to be specific, stumbling into Merci and quite truly believing I’d found heaven in a shop!
So much more than a shop, Merci has heart - and a very big one too – combining luxury consumerism and philanthropy by donating all profits to education and development projects in Madagascar. The owners simply wishing to pay it forward and say – “MERCI to life!”
While being French is almost a guaranteed pass on the style front, Merci could exist anywhere in the world and still take your breath away.
If like me, you don’t live a train ride away from Paris (just let me gloat!) then Merci online is a far more accessible option; opening up a world of linens, Merci medallions, ridiculously stylish plates and bowls, oh the list could go on! Admittedly, it doesn’t quite capture the true amazingness of the Marais store, but it does give you a pretty good taster.
Love Jemmi x
Visit the online store here - www.merci-merci.com/en
As many of you know, I have a long-standing love affair with India. After spending a total of 3 months there last year, working with artisans to produce a collection of homewares and accessories, I dream of going back and doing it all again (early next year hopefully!). It may have something to do with why I find Maiyet’s latest campaign, featuring Daria Werbowy, so captivating. Finding familiarity in the images, I catch myself reflecting on my own memories of meandering through Varanasi and Jaipur, having visited the very places where this campaign was shot.
As if I needed another reason to dream of traveling to Mexico…
Find out more about Hotel Azucar here.
You know your obsession to plan holidays has reached an all-time high (or should I say low?) when you begin researching over a year out from your departure date. Not only does it make it a particularly long 12 + months, but you also get confused looks from people when you clarify that the trip you’ve been planning is not happening in 2013 but 2014…
You can probably guess where this is going…
After deciding to head off on another buying trip for May/June/July next year, my excited planning has begun. Which is how I stumbled across this old Riad in Marrakesh, Hotel du Tresor. So understated, yet bursting with eclectic touches reminiscent of Morocco and its history, it seems like the ideal base to explore the souks.
P.s. I’ve never been to Morocco so would love to hear what your favourite places are x
Images via Hotel du Tresor and Lonngren Widell
I met a friend yesterday who, with that look of sheer apprehension and fear across her face, told me about her upcoming plans to visit India. It kind of made me laugh, as I momentarily relived the utter terror and excitement I had felt as I departed for Mumbai. What is it about India that sends people into a panic? Is it the filth, the poverty, the overwhelming chance that you will indeed get sick? And yet, many of us take it on; almost thrilled by the chance to be awoken, with an equal probability that this will occur in a good or bad way. When I consider my reasons for riding this crazy rollercoaster, I remember longing to feel something, anything… numbed by the monotony of my life, I was desperate to be shocked, challenged, roused, energized. To that end, my wishes were fulfilled, as I witnessed 3 year olds sleeping alone on the pavement, dead bodies being burned along the ganges, palaces and forts dripping with excess, slums filling every free space, the most saturated colours I have ever seen, men grabbing and touching anywhere they please, beggars so deformed I could not even make sense of their bodies, feasts of oh so delicious food, and the searing heat of the desert that made my own jewellery burn into my skin like an iron.
So to my dear friend, about to undertake her own journey – you will be awe-inspired, you will wish you could come home at times, you will cry, you will laugh so hard it hurts, you will need the toilet (a lot), you will be changed forever, and you will most certainly go back.
Here are my first impressions – taken in the first 24 hours of arriving x
