Many many apologies for being so awol of late, life has been busy, busy, busy. Promise I’ll revitalise my inspirations and be back after the bank holiday! I hope these prints from British based design consultancy Peagreen make you cheery on a Friday.
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I found this airy textile studio in the OWI library and fell in love with it. It’s such a tranquil space, punctuated by bold patterns and piles of fine linens.
Every now and then I like to peek at what Rob Ryan’s up to on his blog and at Ryantown… I love the poetic notions that fill his world.
‘Keys to my heart’ display in the Ryantown window…
Cute, cute, cute and poetic egg cups…
Rob Ryan’s collaboration with Tatty Devine, necklaces that read ‘Our adventure is about to begin’.
A curiously uplifting bag…
This is such an inspirational and inviting space… The Papered Parlour, is a new independent craft venue in London.
Tucked down an alley in the heart of Clapham, the space is decked out as a quirky and homely parlour – a home from home where workshops are run and performances and exhibitions held. Inhabited by artists, designers, musicians and theatre practitioners using it as a communal studio space it also doubles as a beautiful gallery available for parties and hires. Find out more here.
I would love to live there! : )
Jumpsuits, Playsuits and any Romper style outfit has been the discussion of my life lately, with nearly all my female friends. Firstly am I bold enough to wear one, secondly will I look like I am trying to be cool or look like I am in fancy dress and thirdly will I look like a sack of potatoes.
I recently bought a paisley harem jumpsuit in Goa and have since felt the need to search for others. They combine all the fantastic factors of wearing a dress to work (not having to find tops/bottoms that match) but without the stress of hunting for tights [see previous blog about tight hatred]. There is of course the chance your boss will call you MC Hammer all week.
I recently read an article where Jerry Hall was cursing 80’s fashion [ahem might want to change the hair and lipstick] and it does seem surprising that things we so venimently swore never to wear in the 90’s have reappeared again. Leggings , Legwarmers and huge tops for example – I can’t help be worried that maybe in a few months I’ll be contemplating wearing Lycra cycling shorts and a hyper-glo T-shirt to work.
I have decided therefore to seek solace in the fact that history does in fact teach us many lessons (side ponytails look good on 6 year olds but not 26 year olds) and that picking and choosing elements of the past to rehash is fine as we can omit the worst bits.
This weeks review is Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel which essentially chooses some of the juicy bits of history to revitalise [come on admit it, you thought how the hell is she going to make a link between the Tudors and Jumpsuits – you thought I was going to down the cod piece route eh?]. Thomas Cromwell is by history’s standards an opportunistic son-of-biatch. After all the title of the book comes from the name of the ancient Seymour seat in Wiltshire Wulfhall – their family motto ‘Man is wolf to man’ – Chilling isn’t it?