
The village chief was a bit of a diva. (His glasses are bananas). He kindly agreed to meet me on a recent trip to Southern Sudan and posed in front of his home for me. Loving the chalk wall art.




Before I type this, I want to clarify that a) I am 25, not 75, and that b) I don't own a cat or fill out the 'doddery, eccentric spinster' box on the Census.

...in my kitchen cupboards. Despite disinfecting and plugging all visible holes, the beasts are unsquashable. So ensued a tossup between planting mothballs in my bags of peanuts - or pouring my peanuts (and rice etc) into these glass clip lid jars. The jars won. £2 a pop from Tesco. Peanuts, indeed.


...Flap, the analogue wall clock slashed to £106 at Habitat. Am not ashamed of taking advantage of its liquidation sale/cull.
Part art installation, part functional lighting. One of Belgian light artist Gert's pared back, soft simple light fittings. They cast velvety glows and warm the harshest furniture.
Chintzy, floral Christian Lacroix wallpaper on an icy powder blue.
Four of the best interiors books:








