“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.” - Maud Hart Lovelace
I took a long time envisaging a newsletter for my shop Poésie Privée, until finally a thought landed – La Lettre Privée, a gentle monthly round-up of seasonal moods, recipes, studio notes and Friday favourites, usually in the form of some interior candy. The very first edition goes out tomorrow, arriving in your inbox like an early-summer breeze. You can subscribe via the La Lettre Privée link over on poesieprivee.com
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