My home is swamped with stones, big and small, smooth and edgy. I have this little innocent obsession: while strolling down the beach or a shadowy alley in the park, I'd stuff my pockets full with dear trophies. Some people buy fridge magnets, I collect stones. So wherever I go for my vacation, I have to find a stone or a few and bring it home. I don't have a special place where I store them. They find shelter here and there: on a book shelf, in flower pots, in my jewellery box. Whenever I stumble into them, memories of the place they come from revive spinning in a flamboyant kaleidoscope. I love these encounters.

Colours of the stones. That's what fascinates me most of all. Not only of stones, it could be any splash of colour. Peach, geranium, golden yellow or brown, soft blue, lavender, plum, lemon, tea with milk, lime green, solid black ... The problem is not in choosing one colour. Make colours match – that's what demands real talent . I don't use contrasting colour schemes often but if I do, I do it with jewellery. It's all about balance. If I wear a plain dress with no patters, then I can go for a bolder set of earrings, a brooch, or a bracelet: with stripes, spots and dots. When my outfit is a burst of colour or has patterns, I choose subtle accessories.

Colour is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment. Claude Monet had an extraordinary sense of colour and light. For me colour is definitely a joy and ... therapy. Scents are also a great way to relax. My cappuccino is tempting me so I have to stop here. Mmm, with cinnamon, my favourite.