Last year when we visited Istanbul I saved back a few snaps from a visit to the truly awesome Museum of Innocence. In anticipation of The Barbican’s new exhibition this month ‘Magnificent a obsessions: The artist as collector’ (which I will definitely visit) I thought I’d share our experience of Turkey’s finest exhibit. Read More
Maybe it was the nesting instinct or maybe it was preparation for all the kiddie crafts ahead of me but today I thought I’d share a few of the bits I made for our bedroom none of which are clever or complicated but fun mini attempts at homespun items.Read More
Creating Teds nursery was in some ways the biggest design challenge of all our projects as it required hard consideration of the way we used each space within the flat and a budget that was anything but fancy. When I first discovered I was pregnant we had just finished renovating our bedroom, it was the smallest of the three bedrooms in our apartment but always felt the cosiest so had become our logical sleep space. Read More
HAPPY 2015! I’m not going to make my first blog post of the new year a navel gazing episode of self advertisement in the form of New Years resolutions or round ups of 2014 but 10 weeks into life as a new parent has got me thinking about design in a whole new way. As life has become more hectic and I start to appreciate the usefulness and functionality of design more than ever before I thought I’d kick off the year by celebrating my favourite examples of design organisation: CalendarsRead More
Like many young English girls over the past eighty years, Nancy Mitford’s Love in A Cold Climate was a defining novel of my youth. This week the last remaining Mitford sister Debo’s funeral occurred so I thought that I would quickly share one of my favourite Mitford scenes on the blog. This is a snapshot from the pub Debo owned in Oxfordshire, The Swan Inn. A few years ago I visited the house where the Mitford’s grew up as a part of an open garden scheme and stopped for lunch at the pub Debo owns a stones throwaway from the house in Burford. It is a comfortable old inn, a million miles away from the splendour of Chatsworth House that Debo would call home as the Duchess of Devonshire and is crammed full of paraphernalia of the Mitford family history saga. We had lunch by the fireplace which was adorned with these family portraits of all the sisters in their youth, from the communist to the fascist, the Mitford’s represented an astonishing curio of inter-war aristocratic life with all its pain and eccentricities.