Imagine, Bargain Hunters, a city filled with junk for sale, laid out on blankets and wallpapering tables on every boulevard, square and side street. Imagine this city appears just once a year, like a flea-market Brigadoon. This tat-hunter’s paradise is real, however, and it’s called la Braderie. It takes place on the first September weekend every year in Lille, and I’ve just been.
A couple of months ago my wonderful sister-in-law came to visit, without brother, from Tokyo. We had a lovely chilly time here, and we also called on my friend at the other end of the terrace, where sister-in-law spotted her wooden doll, brought back many years ago from travels in Japan. Next time I saw […]
Remember a simpler time, when we regarded our houses as places to get away from everybody, rather than investment vehicles? When a chill-out zone was two bean bags and a plastic Buddha? When a man in an open-to-the-waist floral shirt could be a sex symbol to a nation? Remember, is what I’m getting at, Changing […]
So I got the door back and it was totally the wrong blue. I was after navy blue, like my handbag and so I just spent a morning finding it in my local great paint shop (in West Norwood) to paint over the wrong blue.
I’ve lived in my house for ten years and for about five of those I’ve thought “maybe we’ll move”. Since this could go on some and because I will not stop wanting to paint things, we’re finally buying a new front door. We’re keeping the stained glass sections, but the replacement door will be navy […]