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June. The month that brings the last softness of spring and the first promises of summer-kissed skin. Tomatoes from the ...
05/06/2026

June. The month that brings the last softness of spring and the first promises of summer-kissed skin. Tomatoes from the vine. Cherries on the table. Casual meals in the garden. Days stretching a little longer.
The season of simple pleasures and tables filled with whatever the garden and market have to offer.

This beautiful French egg basket from .amaranth feels as it was made for exactly this kind of summer. A piece I looked for years and now, it finally sits in my kitchen. Now I just need to tell my husband that we are getting chickens too. 🐓

01/06/2026

It’s Sunday morning, you woke up in your country home in Italy and breakfast is served in the garden. ☕️

I spent years dreaming of mornings like this.A breakfast table in the garden, a fountain softly running in the backgroun...
31/05/2026

I spent years dreaming of mornings like this.

A breakfast table in the garden, a fountain softly running in the background, fresh flowers, and beautiful pieces collected over time.

Long before we moved to the countryside, I was collecting little treasures: copper moulds and pans, delicate porcelain, old paintings, and plates that reminded me of my grandmother’s kitchen. I dreamed of a home where these pieces could live, where breakfast could be served in the garden and ordinary days could feel just a little more special.

Perhaps that’s why I’ve always loved vintage - every piece carries a past, yet becomes part of your own story.

When Indra from .amaranth gifted me this beautiful rosebud bowl, I was immediately drawn to it. There was something familiar about it, as if it carried a story I already knew.
Later, I discovered it was a Richard Ginori piece – the very porcelain I first came to love through my husband’s grandmother Alba, whose countryside home was filled with beautiful objects collected over a lifetime.
It felt like one of those rare moments when a special piece finds exactly where it belongs.

What I love about Maison Amaranth is that this is precisely what Indra does so beautifully. With an incredible eye and a deep appreciation for history, she searches across Europe for soulful objects that deserve a second life. Pieces that bring character, nostalgia, and romance into a home.

This rosebud bowl was crafted by Richard Ginori in Italy during the mid-twentieth century. Once part of a table service, today it sits on our breakfast table, becoming part of new memories and slow morning rituals.

A reminder that the most beautiful homes aren’t built overnight. They are collected slowly, piece by piece, story by story.

If you love timeless interiors, vintage treasures, and objects with soul, do follow .amaranth and discover Indra’s beautiful world. 🌸

Somehow, between the seasons, I became a girl with green fingers and a home full of roses, discovering along the way tha...
29/05/2026

Somehow, between the seasons, I became a girl with green fingers and a home full of roses, discovering along the way that softness is not the absence of strength, but one of its most enduring forms — steady, rooted, and quietly unshakable. 🍃

A rainstorm was coming in today, so I went out and gathered a few roses from the garden for the weekend.
The house feels like summer, with their beauty scattered across the rooms.
I wish you could feel their scent — soft, green, and fleeting, the kind of beauty that doesn’t stay long, but lingers anyway.

I wish you a wonderful weekend ahead 🤍

Once upon a time, I dreamed of a home surrounded by land that stretched as far as the eye could see. It was surrounded b...
27/05/2026

Once upon a time, I dreamed of a home surrounded by land that stretched as far as the eye could see.
It was surrounded by beautiful trees, a garden of my own where I would grow flowers and tomatoes, and have dinner watching the sunset.

Four years later, I still can’t believe we get to call this place home. ✨

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24/05/2026

Slow mornings, countryside air, fresh flowers, and nowhere urgent to be. ☕️

The garden is already full of roses, but this week I planted the flowers that belong to high summer.Every year, dahlias ...
23/05/2026

The garden is already full of roses, but this week I planted the flowers that belong to high summer.

Every year, dahlias make me fall in love with the garden all over again.

They’re one of my favourite cottage-garden flowers — full of character, endlessly varied in colour and shape, and surprisingly easy to grow. The kind of flower that makes even a small corner of the garden feel abundant.
What I love most about dahlias is that they feel like the promise of summer itself. You plant them quietly in spring, and months later the garden begins overflowing with flowers.

This year I chose a mix of heights and varieties — dinner plate, anemone, and pom pom dahlias — to create a more layered feeling in the garden and more variety for summer arrangements around the house.

And honestly, if you’ve ever dreamed of growing a cottage garden but felt unsure where to begin, dahlias are such a beautiful place to start.

These beautiful varieties were a kind gift from and already feel like the beginning of a new season in the garden. 🌱🌸

Right now they are only tubers pressed quietly into the soil — but by late summer they’ll become armfuls of flowers carried into the house, arranged on the table, and woven into everyday life.

Leave a 🌸 in the comments and I’ll send you the full list of dahlias I’m growing this year.

Do you grow dahlias? What are your favourites?

21/05/2026

Countryside life lately. Summer seems to be on our doorstep. ☀️🍃

The kitchen I didn’t like. At first.When we bought the house almost four years ago, I was sure this would be the first t...
01/05/2026

The kitchen I didn’t like.

At first.

When we bought the house almost four years ago, I was sure this would be the first thing to change. It felt a bit tucked away, not quite the kitchen I had in mind for all the cooking and hosting I imagined.

But life (and budget) had other plans, and this little, unfitted country kitchen stayed.

I couldn’t stand the blue and yellow tiles. They just didn’t feel like me at all. I remember being so set on painting over them that I went to the store, showed them to the man working there…and he practically yelled at me. Said they were hand-painted Vietri tiles, and how could I even think of covering them? I walked out with no paint and, honestly, a bit offended.

So the tiles stayed too.

And instead of changing, I started adding things around. Slowly. A vase here, something vintage there, flowers from the garden, bowls of vegetables on the counter. The blue curtains my mother made.
Without really noticing when it happened, the kitchen started to change. Or maybe I did.

It held birthday cakes, Sunday roasts, and my baby’s first meals. It is filled with flowers in spring, and everything from the garden in summer. It became the place I moved through all day without thinking.

And now, when I look at it, I don’t really see the tiles the way I used to.

I see all the seasons it’s carried us through.
It’s still small, still a bit unfitted, still not the kitchen I thought I wanted.

But it quietly became my favourite room in the house.

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30/04/2026

A slow morning in the countryside, and nowhere else to be. ☀️☕️

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