I’m not a fan of the po faced. There’s nothing worse than tasteful design. It’s up there with inoffensive things. I took a jaunt around Next at the weekend. In between the sensible curtain perusal and cushion squeezing I managed to buy a...
Unicorns are evil. I know this because Ben Aaronovitch confirmed it. That said I am fond of an iridescent rainbow or two. Or eighty three. I can’t help it. Every now again my inner 7 year old runs my life. A-ha are the best band ever, I want Findus Crispy...
The Ikea Poäng is 40 this year. We have two. A knackered one that’s 20 years old. It’s moved house, done a stint in the loft and been recovered countless times. It’s currently a very fetching jade and beige velour stripe. Last week we got a...
I am a big believer in minimalism. I subscribe to the idea that stuff does not make you happy. That a full calendar distracts from the joy of experiencing the quiet moments of your life. That narrowing things down to the essentials makes life less stressful. With less...
One of the best things about a Sunday night is climbing into a clean bed. There’s something about fresh sheets and plumped pillows that is reassuring and comforting. All is dandy if you can snuggle down and smell fabric conditioner and sunshine. Although...
I don’t do stylised Instagram shots. Would love to but I lack patience and talent. I come from the rarefied school of thought of “fuck it, that’ll do”. Most things get chucked on the dining table and haphazardly snapped and that’ll do....
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