Lights are dimmed. The room is silent except for the low crackle of the old fireplace.
She sits on the edge of the couch, knees bent, feet flat on the cushion, wrapped in her favorite black kimono silk robe, naked beneath it, entirely free. Her book rests open in her
If the thought of your next meal brings anxiety and bloating instead of contentment and joy – welcome home, dear one. You’ve come to the right place.
I can’t count the number of times I had to change my outfit before leaving the house because of the discomfort of
I always find it fascinating when I stumble upon a video about makeup on social media.
Lipstick, especially.
In the comments, there are always two kinds of women: those who say red lipstick looks ridiculous on them, and those who say it makes them feel unstoppable.
I read one story
I have a confession to make.
For the first few years of my relationship (and honestly, in past ones too), there was a part of me I would hide — simply because I thought it wasn’t acceptable in love: how much I actually eat, and how much I genuinely love
Ah, wine.
Isn’t it fascinating how wine has long been a male-dominated industry, and yet, whether in movies, shows, or real life, it’s so often the woman holding a glass of red at night, or sipping sparkling wine in the bath?
There’s something about wine that feels
There’s something about an elegant dish like fresh pasta that instantly puts me in a feminine state.
Don’t you agree?
I’m talking about the whole setting: the soft warmth of slippery, glossy pasta, the way candlelight reflects off the oil, the creamy, savory comfort in every bite,