OK, so I have a very elegant 50s danish sofa. It’s got one wonky leg and after a whole evening in front of the X Factor it’s not that comfortable, but that’s a price worth paying.

It came from eBay covered in moss green fabric and for ages I’ve been thinking about recovering it. Maybe charcoal grey I was thinking. And then I saw this, and my heart skipped several beats.

Pinky velvet toning with the insides of those antelope ears? My living room could take some of that. I currently watching yards of pink vintage velvet on eBay and wondering whether me and the hand-turn Singer are up to the job of doing the upholstery. Now I have the idea in my head, suddenly slightly saggy velvet on sofas is leaping out at me from all over the place. Also loving this gold version.

Nobody better do somersaults on my one though or the wonky leg’ll give out for sure. Both these pictures are from French magazine, Milk, of which more later in the week. Because it’s full of covetable homes. Sigh.

The world according to David Shrigley

A few days back in my search for teeth I got a bit stuck on David Shrigley’s website and have since added to my fantasy Christmas present list this book, one of these screenprints and this salt and pepper set… According to an old Creative Review article on the website, the artist arranges his cd’s […]

Stylish sofa or dirty beanbag?

In The Evening Standard today, the irrepressible Meg Mathews showed us round her beautiful home. I had a few thoughts. Don’t like that shade of pink, was one. Another was how those Toga sofas never look comfortable or aesthetically pleasing to me. Doesn’t it just look like a big caterpillar? Or, after a bit, a […]

Bite me

For the latest addition to my living room shelf is a tooth vase by Petra Sajkas – SaPetra – and it set me off on one to find out if there are any more gnashers out on planet interiors. Course there is. Here’s what… Solid brass tooth by David Shrigley and embelished beaver skull by […]

Books do furnish a room

Found out today that’s the title of one of the 12 (!) volumes of Anthony Powell’s Dance To The Music of Time. Never read it – wasn’t it on the Beeb? The reason I’m writing is merely a pat on my own back for finally carrying out a book-organising task at home. Now, I know […]