Moments and Musings /007
Pillow Thoughts; double denim and trench coats for early-summer days; articles on business, and on health and wellness; thoughts on disappearing, and more
This letter began to you from a window seat in a busy pub. It’s Saturday afternoon and it’s been one of those days filled with mundane but necessary errands. It’s good to get things done, despite the queues and bureaucracy and all the waiting. We’re currently in a new city, one that we haven’t been to in nearly five years. It feels busier than it used to, although the last time we were here was during the pandemic. I am becoming quite adept at working anywhere as long as I have my laptop and a reliable wi-fi connection. This morning we awoke early and, after coffee and croissants, made our way to the Sunday market along the waterfront. There were plant stands and food stands and someone who creates wall art out of mirrors. In the book shop, I read a poem that went, “Write in journals the things you are grateful for, make time for an old friend, walk in the mornings as the sun is rising, spend less time focusing on your faults, spend even less time reading rants on social media, plant flowers, check the mailbox, cook a new recipe, dance in your living room. Be in love with living1”, and it’s all I can think about.
This edition of Moments and Musings includes a summer fashion editorial and the classic trench for early June days; three interesting articles on business, and on health and wellness; storage inspiration, Cannes, stripes and double denim, thoughts on disappearing, and so much more.
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AT TIG 001 /a summer fashion editorial
“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” —Henry James, Daisy Miller
AT TIG 002 /weekly links
This message arrives from a train rolling along the seaside, travelling from Scotland to England. Tomorrow marks two weeks since I ended up in hospital—an experience that proved physically, mentally, and emotionally challenging.