bobble

I wrote a lovely long and witty post then my mac ate it. Pish.
You’ll have to do with bullet points instead.
1. I am sanding a desk. Knobbly, swirly scrolly bits are hard. It also has ‘grunge’ in the corners. Did our forefathers keep earwax and snuff in the joints for extra rigidity or something? It [...]

We’ve finally moved in.

I’ve uploaded about a milliontyone cameraphone pictures to Flickr.

We’ve exchanged on our purchase, we’ve bloody goddamn well exchanged.
Completion date 4th July.
I can now eye:
Bedlinen from Cologne and Cotton
Regency decanters for port
Massive gilt mirrors
Antique poison and apothecary bottles
Cake stands of all descriptions
Bone china tea cups and saucers for afternoon tea
A skinny turned leg Regency desk
Porcelain knob coat hooks
Cut glass door handles
The agony and ecstasy [...]

I bought another cake stand today. I fear I have a cake stand fetish*. It’s an old school glass bell jar (with knob) teamed with a low white porcelain platter. I plan to admire it fulsomely when we finally move into our flat. In fact I may commission an open shelf in the kitchen just [...]

… for a few hours browsing the gorgeousness at Plan 59. Some of you already know about my Etsy print fetish, but I also like 1940s / 1950s adverts. Plan 59 has them by the bucketload, especially weird toothed children highlighting the virtues of a processed meat diet.
Meat aside, I particularly like the ravenous cake [...]