Monday 15 August 2011

New Additions

I've been in the flat for three months now and I still feel like I'm living inside a trophy wife. It can be intimidating. I imagine a trophy wife requires the same amount of frantic maintenance - gifting, grooming, gratuitous amounts of quality time. I realised recently that if I don't stop spoiling this lump of concrete I'll probably end up destitute and homeless, albeit surrounded by beautiful things. And though the irony of that situation would not be lost on me, I have no desire to become the protagonist in the Aesop's Fable of my own life. So, I must say thank you to the summer sales and to generous friends with good taste.

This tray was bought for me by my sister on a recent trip to New York, from a crockery store called Fishs Eddy. The stuff they sell is always beautiful but at the moment they have a range featuring the art of Charley Harper (one of my all time favourites). The rest of it can be found here and I want it all. I'm seriously thinking of becoming someone's beard just so as I can make a Fishs Eddy wedding list.


My friend Helen, who's beautiful graphic design work can be found here, sent these two gorgeous posters to me from Germany after I admired them on her website.


This fellow looks after my plastic jewellery and foreign coins.

I saw this throw in Urban Outfitters and pep talked myself out of buying it because I had literally nowhere to put it and it clashes with everything. The next time I saw it it was heavily discounted and I couldn't resist the serendipity. At the moment it's helping my dull council flat radiator to bum me out a little less.


I got this print super cheap on Ebay - the original design is by another of my favourites, Miss Van. A great thing about having your own place is that you can put titties anywhere you want. There are several other renderings around the flat, perhaps that's another blog post for another time. Having said that...

There's also this amazing mug - another Fishs Eddy gift, from someone else who went to New York and knows exactly what I want before I even know myself. Given I'm about to sit down with my titty mug and drink tea for the balance of the evening, it would hardly be appropriate to say I'm living fast. But if I do die young at least I'll leave behind a beautiful collection of stuff.