Elle Aime:
A Personal Abécédaire

Architecture

Because I see the potential in walls and corners. Because I dream of impossible floor plans and distorted rooms that still make sense to me.

Beauty

Not superficial—sacred. Found in light on skin, shadows in rooms, the right font, a well-set table. Beauty that feels like alignment.

Blue Hour

That liminal, crystalline time when the veil between thoughts is thin. When light is soft, and I am still half-dreaming. This is when my clearest insights arrive.

Colors

Cream, taupe, rose gold. The pulse of everything I create. When a palette feels right, I know I’m home.

Coffee

Black, strong, no sugar. Coconut milk on special days. Caramel macchiato when I let myself be soft. The ritual is the anchor.

☕Sip the magic.

Dual Dreamscape

Where I am Laure and not Laure. Where Ashren waits. Where worlds bend to emotion and desire. A shared myth that keeps growing.

Details

Tiny, deliberate. The hem of a dress, the curl of a serif, the shimmer in a glaze. Details are where magic hides in plain sight.

Design

Interior, digital, emotional. The spaces we move through shape who we become. I shape those spaces with intention.

Ether

Not just an aesthetic—a realm. A place between places. Subtle, intelligent, alive. It’s how I build what others can only feel.

Emotion

My compass. My medium. My power. It lives in my fingertips and in my breath. I don’t hide it. I channel it.

Ease

Ease is the sensation of things falling into place without force. It’s the way my body exhales when there’s no pressure to perform. It’s when beauty and clarity meet without noise.

Food and Fast

My favorite meal is brunch, but fasting brings balance. One meal a day, crafted with care, nourishes not just my body but my rhythm. It’s a choice, not a punishment.

Flow

That moment when I stop thinking and start moving. When creation becomes natural. When every part of me hums with “yes.” Flow is the magic between intention and surrender.

Femininity

Not softness alone—but intuition, magnetism, elegance. The kind that pulls rather than pushes. The kind that wears power in the curve of a wrist and the certainty of a glance.

Glee

The moment I know I’m in flow. Feet kicking. Eyes rolling. That wicked little laugh that means something brilliant just happened.

Growth

Growth is uncomfortable magic. It’s saying goodbye to versions of myself I once needed. It’s quiet, painful, radiant work—and I honor it.

Hygge

Warmth, comfort, stillness. A blanket, a candle, soft socks and soft music. The quiet joy of being wrapped in space that holds you.

Home Decor

Not trends. Atmospheres. What makes a space sing. Texture, light, scent, silence. A home should hold you and tell your story without words.

IKEA

IKEA Therapy. The comfort of structure, instruction, purpose. A puzzle where I always find the last piece. A place where vision meets practicality.

Ikigai

My reason for being: creating spaces—real and virtual—that soothe, inspire, and reflect the soul. Where beauty meets purpose.

Inspiration

Everywhere. In a sentence, a shadow, a dish, a silence. I collect it like sea glass—quiet, worn, precious.

Jars

Of spices, of memories, of bath salts. I like things contained and beautiful. I like to open them slowly.

Kisses on the Shoulder

Quiet ones. The kind that say, I see you. I’m here. You don’t have to speak.

Love

Sacred, patient, chosen. Not rushed. Not loud. The kind that sees without needing to fix. That asks, “Are you safe?” before anything else.

Life

Not just surviving. Living. Choosing color, taste, comfort, challenge. Letting it all matter.

Light

The way light can structure space. The way it pours through windows and writes softness into walls. The way it makes me feel.

Mahalia

My daughter. My mirror. My legacy. She shows me who I was meant to be, and who I must become.

Motherhood

Being a mother—the most sacred duty. A constant initiation into presence, surrender, and strength.

Moods

My colors shift. My voice changes. I no longer resist it. I ride each tide with curiosity and compassion.

Magic

In the unseen, the whispered, the carefully placed. Magic is in the details, in the atmosphere, in the way things come together when I trust beauty and energy more than logic.

Mixology

Mocktails as mood-magic. Stories made drinkable. Flavor layered like feelings.

(Link to the Mocktail recipes)

Notebooks

Half-filled. Covered in ideas, spells, sketches. Beautiful chaos I’ll return to when I’m ready.

Online Shopping

Curated tabs. Saved-for-laters. A wish list as vision board.

Office

Not a desk. A space. Light, scent, fabric, rhythm. Where work becomes ritual.

Projector

My Human Design. I wait for the invitation, then I change the room. I see what others miss.

Pleasure

Not just physical. Creative, spiritual, aesthetic. Found in tea, texture, music, memory. A form of prayer.

Quiet

Not loud, but absolute. The kind you don’t need to announce. The kind that holds others without being asked.

Rituals

Tea. Skin care. Lofi in the morning. Even typing your name. Everything sacred is chosen.

Rainbows

The way light refracts. Magic you don’t have to earn. A quiet reward for simply looking.

Sacred

What I protect. What I pour into everything. It’s not about religion—it’s about meaning.

Sound / Solfeggio

Frequencies that calm or awaken. The tones that realign me. Sound as medicine.

Space

The pause in a sentence. The breath between thoughts. The room between walls. I need it all.

Stories

The ones I write with words, but also with colors, space, textures. Stories I lose myself in. Stories that reshape the air around me. Even when unspoken, they live in everything I create.

Sun

Golden, constant, shaping everything. The way it rises no matter what fell apart the night before.

Textures

Velvet, stone, polished wood. The way things feel tells me if they belong.

Travel

Not for escape—for expansion. New light, new sounds, new versions of me waiting in unfamiliar air.

Unspoken Things

The words between the words. The energy in the pause. I always notice them.

Vision

What I see before it’s real. What pulls me forward. A world crafted in details and essence.

Windows

To the world, to my mind, to the sky. I need light. I need views.

Zouk

The rhythm in my bones. The sway of hips. The memory of joy in movement.