Sent with Love - January/February 2025 Vol. Nº16
Get Inspired
An evening for Les Girls — The women who will show up with a bottle of champagne, a box of tissues or a shovel…no questions asked.
The art of a room service inspired moment in bed – You deserve this sliver of silverplated splendidness amidst all the madness that is life.
Inspired by the classic Old Hollywood steakhouse scene, this dinner party is a perfectly elegant silver platter fever dream with just the right amount of cliché.
Nights-in do not need to be basic. Turn delivery on its head with a bit of effort and elegance.
“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature.”
Be inspired by love, laughter & best friends.
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A very Versailles Valentine’s Day.Be inspired to host a party for Les Girls in the style of Marie Antoinette. With Cake, bows, corsets and endless champagne, you’re sure to be the host with the most this Valentine’s Day.
Slumber Party in Style. Indulge in a little slumber party themed soirée. An evening in flirty pajamas with movies and popcorn and a sweet feast that miniature me would have killed for.
Mob Wife Dinner. A night of made (wo)men, an amazing Italian inspired feast and too much wine. - I have never laughed so hard.
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It’s the Little Things. Treat yourself like you are the love of your own life. Sexy date nights for one, a thoughtful morning routine & delicious snack plates.
Waffles in Bed. Is there anything more luxurious than room service in a fancy hotel? Food laid out prettily on a tray and enjoyed in a fluffy white bath robe while still in bed. It is pure, simple luxury. But why do we save such a treat for vacations only?
A Marie Antoinette Inspired Valentine’s Day
Host your besties for a night of giggles and frivolity - With bows and cake and endless champagne, you’re about to have a very Versailles Valentine’s Day.
Is there any better way to say ‘I love you’ (or ‘I love me’) than a chic breakfast tray featuring fresh flowers, waffles and champagne butter?
A slumber party, but you are an adult, there is champagne and no one is telling you it’s time for bed — Indulge in the simple joy of too much ice cream and breakfast for dinner.
The combined January & February edition of Le Supper Club is finally here to set just the right tone for this wild new year. From room service inspired moments in bed to celebrating loved ones with fancy pizza nights or a pretty in pink Valentines Day feast, this love letter of an edition will ignite the passion for iconic dinner party hosting and inspire moments of elegant self care.
I often think about the love letters that Victorian women used to write to their friends. The passions and adoration expressed for a love that is so very different from that of a romantic partner but oh so vital. Having been single for what feels like a lifetime, I have found endless affection and companionship within my female friendships. The love of which has gotten me through wildly contrasting times, chapters of utter elation and blackened pools of sorrow. I have women in my life who have seen me through countless versions of myself (some of which we should all like to forget.) Women who I have laughed with until tears stream down our faces, cheeks sore from unbridled smiles. Women who have watched me grieve and who have picked me up when I could not do so for myself. It is the power and love of these women who I owe a depth of gratitude to, the reason I have grown into this version of myself. The version I am most proud of. And to celebrate them is such an effortless venture. So it seems only right that for Valentine’s day, I turn to the true loves of my life for an evening of much needed platonic romance and absolute effervescence.
If by some wild chance, it is not obvious by now, the golden age of Hollywood and the films made during that era are not only a huge inspiration for me, but also a large part of who I am. I became enamored with Turner Classic Movies when I was in the second grade. The characters, the stories, the fashion and the starletts… I was love struck. That year, I styled my hair like Veronica Lake, blonde strands dramatically swept over one eye, my affect as mysterious as possible. I remember the school photographer trying to get me to push my hair out of my face for my school photo. I refused. What can I say, I have always been committed to the craft.
All this to say, and reiterate, that the tales of Hollywood, the glitz and glamour of that world, is simply deeply ingrained in me. So when I set out to create my dinner parties and evenings as a whole, I am often inspired by favorite films, costumes, characters and settings from a bygone era.
Delivery pizza. A classic, time honored tradition. And one that has luckily improved with artisan pizza joints and creative toppings that leave you wondering how you ever managed to enjoy pizza without truffle honey. But before we get into my current version of delivery, let us travel back and reflect, briefly, on the origins of pizza nights. For once upon a time, before endless delivery services existed, pizza delivery was basically the only delivery. Some 17 year old kid drove around with a light up box displaying a pizza company logo on the roof of a red Subaru hatchback and somehow managed to get to your house successfully without the aid of GPS all in hopes of some cash tips and a pizza of their own at the end of the night. It was a wild time. And it felt so very special. A movie, earlier in the day, carefully selected and rented from Hollywood Video, slices of greasy pepperoni pizza served on colorful melamine plates and a bowl of air-popped popcorn… nothing was better. It felt like such a treat. I loved pizza night.
Plainly put, I like things to be nice. I like to have a flower in a bud vase next to the kitchen sink so doing dishes feels a bit more pleasant. I like my living room to look nearly photo ready when I go to bed each night so I wake up to a pretty sunbathed space. I like my dressing room to feel as though I could be getting ready to attend the ballet at le Palais Garnier, or step out for opening night in the West End. And most importantly, I like to make my bed each morning – Pillows plumped and fluffed, arranged in a way befitting a European boutique hotel.
Starting my day with this simple act makes me feel as though I have not only accomplished something from the start, but it also adds a bit of luxury to my life. With my bed styled, I feel as though I am perpetually living, in some small way, within some of the hotels that I have fallen so deeply in love with. Forever inspired by electric decor and antique touches, I have curated a space worthy of my decorative 19th century french furnishings, pairing the dark walnut with vivacious florals and then wrapping it all up with my custom martini olive green painted walls. It is what I like to call ‘Electric Grandma Chic’. And it is so perfectly me.
“It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.”
Made with love.
Cupid’s Kiss
1 oz limoncello
3 muddled raspberries plus more for garnish
Champagne or Prosecco
In a glass vessel, muddle the raspberries with the limoncello. Strain the limoncello from the raspberry pulp (or be like me and only strain it half way) into a chilled coupe glass and top with champagne, garnish with a raspberry. Xx
