The Diary of Toma Clark Haines
“This is my life. I built this life. You - and only You - have that power.”
Follow the Journey
This is my Republic. My diary. I journal my life. The day-to-day. Lessons learned. I love. I laugh, mostly at myself because laughter is the best medicine. I travel in my imagination, and in reality. I cook. I share recipes for food as well as practical magic. I believe in God, and I believe God hung the Moon and Stars. I believe you have the power to create your own reality — to make your dreams come true. My diary is Eat, Pray, Love (Yourself) meets Elle Decor + a dash of Goop and a pinch of Entrepreneur.
Featured Posts
The Dome of Florence
In my creative Strategy Sessions with clients I often say it takes a village. Brunelleschi led an army of masons and stonecutters, carpenters, blacksmiths, lead beaters, barrel makers, water carriers, and other craftsmen.
About Last Night
About last night. Piazza San Marco. Sans filter. It’s been ages since @boncompagni.valeria & I’ve gotten together.
Own Everything
It’s time to interrupt Cannes to bring you real life. I returned home bloody exhausted & then a pipe in my laundry room sprung a leak.
Good Stress
This morning I took an extra half hour to snuggle with Fortuny. He likes to curl up behind me and then he purrs furiously.
Travel with Cats
Fortuny and Fiorella
On Becoming Me
There is Confidence with turning 50.
Becoming Venetian
When @leftoversantiques are in town…
Paper Diamonds
It drives me nuts that my vintage shawl is off centered in this pic. But I like this picture because it’s me.
Spaghetti Aglio e Olio
I whipped it up twice this week.
Year of the Dragon
“I’m so sad I don’t have a dragon!” This comment out of context does sound odd. “For my centerpiece” I explained,
I Hate Carnevale
Confession: I hate Carnavale. I agreed to put aside my distaste for Carnival and celebrate. And confession #2: I am having fun.
Being a Bad Influence
I’m a really bad influence.
Trattoria La Casalinga
Business lunch. Florence.
Once a Diva…
Once a diva. Always a diva.
Home is a Feeling
Home is a feeling. By the time I arrived Paris last night it was nearly 8.
Shakshouka
Shakshouka. Simmering on the stove. Tomatoes, oil, peppers, onion, & garlic.
I am Fine
I decided to spend a quiet Christmas by myself. My phone didn’t stop ringing
A NYE baptism
We are the the St Regis. As the clock strikes 12, fireworks start over the Venetian lagoon. The awning had been closed to protect us from the rain
The Eve of Christmas Eve
I went to the last of my holiday celebrations
A Package Came
On the something day of Christmas my clients gave to me…. a taste of America. Bourbon. From Kentucky. A package came in the mail
Casserole
Casserole. It doesn’t photograph well. “I’ve heard Americans eat a lot of Broccoli,”
