A box of necessities. Completely unstyled, this is an old box lid into which I think Ben, or anyone, has placed things that belong to me. A brush, an artists elbow support, a piece of driftwood, two brown paper packages, some string. A lid made of mu
Sunday. Out of the fray and as I write the words for my book, which is absolutely inspired by my own customers in the shop trusting me with their stories …and of how they have created their own collections of beautiful and useful objects, art
So I’m going to chat for a bit. There were many poignant moments in the shop this weekend, and most of those involved children. Children of all nationalities, taking in the wonder of objects, absorbing texture, story. With the parents and child
“The evolution is constant. It never remains static. There is movement and flow. The vernacular is celebrated for its exquisite simplicity. Nothing shouts, only gentle calls and soft whispers beckon one to look. The invitation is gentle. &ldquo
As I search for someone who can supply me with the appropriate plants for my desert-inspired shop makeover…particularly Eriogonum Gigantum (any ideas @jinny.blom ??!!💗) I have gone about decorating our big pots inspired by The Feminine and Ar
Sunday Rooms. Two of my favourite rooms, maybe unexpectedly, are these beautifully calm and comforting rooms by the designer who began his career on our beloved Portobello Road @veere_grenney …and the beautiful Temple Pink by David Oliver, who
I have waited a long time to come to the desert of America. A long, long time. And through the persuasion of my brave son, in the middle of a heatwave, I find myself, at last, in a place I have dreamed of being since childhood. I am expecting miracle