Whilst bringing my washing in today I looked back toward my little house and caught of peek of the old coatrack I had hung to house bits and pieces outside my scullery door. It struck me how pretty it looked so washing discarded I was on a mission to find all the pretty little peeks in my little house… So when you feel a little disillusioned that your home isn’t similar to that of a magazine simply do
My Stories
Where is your happy place?
We recently took a little trip to a small town where I grew up; I was desperate to visit my old house that I am sure was responsible for the passion I feel for interiors today. Initially I had planned to write a blog about old homes and intended to include 60 Union Street in it. Back then it was big and grand with a maze of rooms, a giant rock fireplace centred in the living space, stairs up
Oh Deer Me
It’s hard to pinpoint exactly when my affair with antlers started; what do they and I have in common? I’m certainly not a hunter nor remotely even related to one in fact long forgotten memories of Bambi come to mind and I shudder internally and maybe even externally. However, I am obsessed, totally in love with these objects of desire. Perhaps it was the paper Mache deer heads I noticed in Redcurrant in one of my weekly trips there a