My grandmother

My Grandmother's name was Rosina, 'Rose' to her friends. Even though she was only present in my life for a short time, she taught me so many things that I carry inside my mind to this very day. My grandmother was beautiful. Her shoes always matched her bag and her hat - and oh my, did she love hats!. She never had a snag in her stockings, her lipstick was always perfect and her rouge was as bright as the rosiest apple. I loved her dearly. We would spend afternoons playing gin rummy and she would always let me have a small glass of wine at the dinner table even at my young age.

She taught me how manners are free, how to make amazing banana custard and how 'proper' ladies never cursed, well, at least not in public. Her and my Grandfather travelled abroad frequently, upon their return we would have evenings where myself and my sister would be allowed to stay up past our bedtime and watch slideshows. I loved every minute of those evenings and hold the memories very close to my heart.

One of my fondest memories of my grandmother was that she always smelled divine. She would bring home the most amazing scents from her travels and my favourites were always the solid perfumes. The bathroom at my grandmother's house was terribly cold and I loved the way the chill of the perfume would make my wrists feel. Last night I discovered these solid perfumes online and I must get myself at least one - it is so difficult to choose just which one as the descriptions are so wonderful!.

You can purchase these lovely solid scents from flutter

The newest Crazystick collection is titledLes Garçonnes (The Boys), a beautiful series that celebrates, pays homage and is directly inspired by women of the past that dared break the societal boundaries of their time. These were women that travelled, created, painted, smoked in public, cropped their hair, believed in themselves and lived life to the fullest.

Pompon Gardénia: “She wears a most peculiar dress, covered with pompoms. Something quite insolent, and resolutely daring. Her singularity electrifies the bar, our glasses stand forgotten. So elusive! And we sit, captivated, by this vision. She leaves, unsullied, floating, down the grand staircase... the Bugatti takes her away leaving just her perfume, which tortures us already.”