a charcoal mask and february’s vogue uk.

Yes, I quit my City job. Yes, I hated it. Yes, it did pay well, really well. Yes, I am working from home. Yes, I am a freelance writer. And yes, I love it and I needed to give it a go before I get to that age that sorrows and regrets pop by into…

linen curtains and peas & bacon.

I love my life, right here, right now. I love how at home I feel. It has been a while since this has happen. More precisely fifteen years ago. Since I left my parents’ house in Madeira to come to Lisbon to study. That was my first, and only, place that I have considered as…

my neighbourhood.

– North Kensington – I still remember asking my husband what was the tube station of the next house we were going to visit. It was the first house to let that we had visited and I just felt it. “This is the one.”. My husband ignored me and wanted to visit the remaining houses…

this is what I am meant to do.

– London – In every professional role I have been engaged, I have always wondered and asked myself if my job helped others. And the answer was always no. That thought kept banging in my head. I was not meant to sit all day in the office through .xls and .doc files (don’t get me…