Habitat RIP
And there it was, gone, quicker than you could say Chicken Brick. Before Habitat disappears from the high street forever (?), here’s a salute to the days when Habitat was still owned by El Tel, and was genuinely revolutionizing British interiors style.
Check out this contents list on a 70s catalogue for a glimpse into the buying preoccupations of our forefathers. H is for herbs, hammock and hessian. Japanese lanterns and rush matting were a must. You definitely needed a fish kettle as well as a fish smoker. But what in heaven’s name is a Sagbag? Actually don’t answer that.
Jazzy! I remember Habitat opening in the grotty city where I was at university as a joyous occasion – I went and bought a bright orange cushion and a bright blue throw plus loads of coloured shot glasses. But recently Habitat seemed to loose its way, becoming less affordable and a bit stale, with the same furniture designs on sale for years on end.
…and yet, they did always have something I wanted. I haven’t honestly been in one for a couple of years, but I’ll miss having the choice.
Better than Hallmark
When I was wee, my Mum used to encourage my brothers and I to draw all our greetings cards. She still has boxes full of evidence in the loft that we could, honestly, draw! Well that skill is now sadly lacking in me, but I did just glance over at the book shelves next to […]
Art and commerce
Just taking a break from Gripe Week (love that My Friend – wish every week was Gripe Week) to post something I don’t hate. As mentioned on here before, I really like Tracey Emin. Well now, for a short time only, she’s got her own shop at Selfridges, selling her own range of homewares. My […]
A gripe
Yes, it feels like gripe-week round here (what an idea) and maybe it’s because I had a ropey day – or maybe it’s simply that the Guardian told me I should be working it – but I’m finding a certain look I once loved a bit irksome now… Yup, the whole mismatched dining chair thing. I […]
Big florals – hit or miss?
From July’s Living Etc., I fear that this might be a taste of things to come.* I hate the clashes of the puny wallpaper and the big rose sofa, and plus why the school lockers, other than to stop you thinking it’s your Nan’s house? Does the fact I don’t like this – similar to […]