I know I am not alone in my current Obsession; Finding, choosing and then ‘winning’ a school place for my child . When you have a child everyone tells you that your life will change forever what they don’t exactly tell you is how your life will change.  Read More

Why is everyone so obsessed with equality and ‘having it all’ and the question of ‘Can you ever have it all’? I really don’t understand haven’t we gone past the whole equal rights for women bra burning thing? Isn’t 2010 all about choice? Read More

What is it about a globe especially an old one with a bit of patina (vintage dirt) that transports me into a Poirot daydream? Really, the 30s of the silver screen must bear little resemblance to what it was actually like for ordinary people; America was suffering ‘The great Depression’ and you couldn’t get a drink there thanks to Prohibition, Yet in design terms it was a period of anything goes hi design.  Read More

OMG! Red Alert! A second 40th Birthday party invitation forced it’s middle aged spread through my letterbox today. The first a couple of months ago I brushed off as a fluke, I couldn’t possibly be old enough to have close friends (who’s party I actually wanted to go to) turning 40!  Read More

The election has seriously dominated the news and life in general over the past few weeks and I’m not going to go on about politics because quite frankly I’m a bit bored with it all (I’m shallow, as if you need reminding). The rivalry between the parties and their supporters does bring to mind one of my pet hates; MEANESS, I know it sounds simple but I just can’t bear it in any shape or form. Meaness begins in the playground and then just seems to linger throughout life. Read More

What is it with mothers? Why do I care about her opinion on an outfit so much that when criticized I run back to my wardrobe in a panic? (it’s not like she’s Daphne Guinness )I confess the outfit of which I speak was a tad on the gothic side; vintage black crepe day dress, 3 rosary style necklaces, a pair of red patent leather shoe boots (which my mother bought for me!) and a long black Westwood jacket.  Read More

I wouldn’t say I’m a hoarder (I do have way too much stuff though) and sometimes get a little over attached to things; a lightweight black t‐shirt from H&M that has so many holes it resembles nothing more than a rag, A 19th century red toile transfer printed cow jug with a broken handle at the back of a kitchen cupboard that is neither use nor ornament, you get the picture.  Read More

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