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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…
Jewellery by Claire Johnston. Yes technically jewellery, but when placed somewhere in the house does it not become interiors?
Gold Teeth silkscreen by Jimmy Baker. Spooooky. And if you’re asking, there’s a whole world of skulls out there, but that’s for another day.
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 colour-coding books is considered somewhat over, but I still find it cute. And without it – well I know it’s heresy to say it, but if you’re just filling one alcove by your fireplace with all your books in random order then you end up with an identikit front room, with the same mix of tube-reading classics and West Wing DVDs proudly displayed as everyone else. Books are beautiful, but I don’t know I’d class my Time Out Paris or Alan Titchmarshes’ Complete Gardener as worth showing off.
That’s why I was so pleased to find rows of bookshelves installed behind the door to the basement in my flat. Six months in and I finally got around to furnishing them.
Leaving only my very favourites out in a pretentious display. For anyone interested in what’s here exactly, it’s four fifths Penguin Poets, and one fifth Penguin Plays, both of which I’m trying to collect without resort to eBay.
Spotted in the October issue of Living etc, this Harris tweed-covered sofa makes me want to start again – and start with it – in my living room. You can get a full-on close up of it here. I’ll take that tappestry cushion while I’m at it too. The black tube station cushion, not so much. In summary, Harris tweed…..trend!
No, you haven’t accidentally clicked onto Tales of A Junkaholic. But, yes, that is my vintage kimono.
I’ve been for a big night out, so this is my feeble, hung-over post, and this is what I’ll be looking at, bleary eyed, from my bed. I’ve just, after three years, got around to sewing the sleeve back on, and wanted to share.
Around five years ago there was a cool shop in Clerkenwell called Her House. It belonged to artist / designer Morag Myerscough who lived upstairs and knew how to throw a good shop party. I have fond memories of surveying eclectic goods with my old flatmate at one of these events, seeing top celeb Archie-from-Monarch-Of-The-Glen and buying a pink candelabra that is so not me, but called to me after one complimentary drink. I don’t know what happened to Clerkenwell, but Her House seems to be back – this time, as an exhibition in Hoxton, 10-12 Dec. Behold the kind of stuff you can expect to find…
Nice. The ceramics are by artist / writer / illustrator Vicky Thornton who is co-creator of the exhibition, as are those seat pads – made from her collection of 50′s and 60′s vintage textiles. Also on show is Morag’s chair collection and new products launching under the Her House Gallery label. Suggest you get yourself there, I see no pink candelabras to lead you astray.
A routine errand to buy a black loo seat (aborted, as the Wickes model in question didn’t meet my stringent aesthetic standards) ended instead with an impulse purchase, in a weird little house clearance shop in Deptford. My toilet’s loss is my mantelpiece’s gain, as I came home with this mirror.
It needs hanging properly but it’s nice, huh? The picture also documents my slow descent into madness vis-a-vis the grey colour swatches. An announcement on this topic will be made shortly. Below, a little detail. I’m thinking of sanding it, and repainting it a barely detectably different colour.
And while we’re at it, I don’t think I’ve yet shared my amazing deco-style mirror, which brings a bit of old Hollywood glamour to my most unglamorous bathroom. I’d like to add that I took this picture before I cleaned it. The mirror, that is. And the bathroom.
Check the pink-shell effect on the side fans, edged with carved wood rods! Check the clip-on dazzler at the top! My bartering process to buy it, in another local house clearance, ended with me paying a tenner more than I’d originally agreed (go, as they say, figure) but it was worth it.