A few years ago these Robert Dawson for Wedgwood plates were in every interiors mag. Maybe a year later – post hype – a friend and I happened upon a batch of them in the sales on the Kings Road during lunch hour and we bought two each, delighted at our top speed bargain hunting. A following birthday, the same friend bought me one more (thank you again, excellent friend) and all three have sat in a cupboard ever since, wheeled out whenever I need to jazz up elevenses.
It seemed a shame to keep them locked away, meantime, so the obvious solution was to put them on a wall. Yet with only three to play with, plenty of fussing ensued over the location and configuration – My Friend, I even considered the bathroom after your birds and words / teeth brushing comment.
I think I’ve finally cracked it. Here they are in the hall on the way to the kitchen. High enough up that a tall person shouldn’t dislodge them with a cheekbone, and positioned so that I can see them every time I walk up or down the stairs. Lovely. Only, I get a nagging feeling with every glance, that just a few more plates – you know, six, seven, maybe ten – would really make this little corner work. ‘Oh,’ said Mr My Friend, ‘another shopping project.’
A friend dropped by with her daughter for an impromptu lunch the other day and the best I could rustle up from my nearly bare cupboards was boiled eggs and soldiers. It brought back happy memories of saturday tv dinners in front of the A Team and was so easy to knock up in minutes. […]
Brace yourself, I’ve come over all bling. A Saturday afternoon’s shopping led to Marc by Marc Jacobs on South Audley street – not my natural habitat, but fun for a look. And not even the shop girl’s big case of bad attitude could stop me from buying this blingtastic (and by the way quite heavy) key […]
Invited for dinner at My Friend’s gaff recently, talk between us – to the bafflement of the gents present – turned to tea towels. My Friend had a Mr T towel which I think started the whole thing, and we were both comparing designs and the superiority of pure linen like a couple of scullery […]
Having lived here for three-and-a-half years and spent around 30% of that time talking about installing a wood burning stove in the living room – aka the chill box – I finally got the nod of agreement from Mr My Friend just before Christmas and voila we have a bloody gorgeous Morso stove. I am […]