Some of my best ideas found me when I wasn’t looking.
A song on the radio, walks through glistening snow, and early morning coffee runs are a few places that have sparked beautiful ideas. I remember visiting a local cafe and looking in admiration at the intricate handwriting on the chalkboard menu. A few moments later, I took a picture so I wouldn’t forget as the day passed by.
Perhaps it is the glossy pictures in magazines or the romantic gondola rides featured in films that romanticise Venice. Yet, as I meandered across the canals of the city of water, I struggled to find the romance or beauty in the maze of streets.
So, on my second night in Venice while the setting sun drew in to the clouds overhead, I entered St. Mark’s square. I nurtured the hope of drawing away from the bustling tourist-packed passageways that ran like veins through the city.
For years I’ve had a fascination with creating the coziest life possible.
I’ve filled my dresser drawers with fuzzy socks, covered my couch with as many throw blankets as it could hold, and selected the biggest mugs to hold my coffee. I’ve added to my candle collection, sought out the fluffiest comforter, and invested in a robe as soft as they come.
It’s funny how life never turns out how you envisioned it would as a child.
I am at an age where I recognize this, accept it, and can laugh at how this unpredictable world likes to keep me on my toes.
Growing up, I was not always so understanding of this unruly world.
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt, and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” ― Lewis Carroll
There’s a chill in the air, but our hearts are warm. We invite you to join us as we revel in the heartfelt moments and insightful experiences shared in our latest issue of Bella Grace.