My Friend I loved your post on your oldest bit of furniture the other day, and it set me thinking about mine. Turns out, like those poor people* Alan Clark sneered at for having to buy their own furniture, nothing of mine has been in my possession for more than a few years. So I scrambled around and found the two items I have owned my whole life.

Ahhh. I strongly suspect this book (and another of my first possessions that I still have, a little crocheted scarf) sparked my love of pink and yellow, a combination which seems to run throughout.

And in case you’re wondering, that isn’t a little pot of earwax in the top photo – it’s my Snufflebabe. Like a Vix for babies born in the late 70s. As to why I still have such a thing…? Just take a look at the font. I expect I will be buried with these things one day, like a boy pharaoh. It’s probably weird enough that I was able to lay my hands on them within about 30 seconds.

* Just Googled it. He was talking about Michael Heseltine.

Christmas pop-up shops

So, just how energetic are you feeling about buying your Christmas presents this year? Because according to my inbox there are many fairs and pop-up shops for you to hoof it to, just so you can tell the recipients of your (mainly craft-based) gifts that you, ‘got it at a place that was only open […]

So macho

A while ago My Friend and I were discussing having ‘Man’s Week’ on the blog, featuring the gents of the design world and nothing else, for a whole seven day testosterone extravaganza. Only we sort of never got round to it. But by small way of recompense, we’d like to draw your attention to a […]

My well-travelled friend

Have you got anything in your house that you’ve carried with you for more years than you’d care to count? I’m not talking heirlooms, more things that for reasons that are hard to explain, you can’t get rid of. Allow me to introduce you to my stool… Vintage B&Q if you will, probably circa 1982. […]

Our first birthday

A weekend of celebrations at My Friend’s House HQ, as yesterday was our 1st birthday. To celebrate My Friend brought fizz and flowers, and I made a cake – to call it ‘rustic’ would be rather generous. Yes, a whole year ago we posted this, our very first contribution to the blogosphere – a rant […]