I run a tight ship around here. Giselle finally mastered the hospital corner, and if you don’t know what that is, get OUT of my château. I also demand freshly churned butter. The Lady of the Manor gets what she wants. Always.

Pepito shuddered when I requested “wall filigree” for the pink room. I explained that these sacred spaces deserve LOVE. A floor littered with mice droppings and the occasional cigarette butt isn’t right. But don’t judge. My château is home to all of God’s creatures and we all need a smoke when times get tough.

Christophe clipped me THIS bit of loveliness yesterday evening. A bit of ivy, petite ranunculus and gorgeous white peonies.

I’ll sleep well tonight, loves.