|A little treasured memory from a riverside in China|
We moved out from there years ago, turning that place from practical reality to crumbling memory forever. In the years that followed, my extended family’s houses became the only places that stayed just the same. I remember visiting my aunt and uncle’s house and loving all the tiny ornaments that hid in corners; a gift put down carelessly on a shelf and crystallizing there over a decade, becoming precious in it’s permanence like an ancient artifact in a museum surrounded by velvet rope. I would dare to move these things and see a ring of white beneath, nude surface untouched by the light of uncounted years, and quietly move them back into place with a stealthy reverence.
I remember trying to explain this to my aunt and she was heartily embarrassed and expressed a desire to dust more.
Maybe it’s because I’ve reached the age of thirty this year, or because we have just bought our first home together, but I’ve rarely felt so attached to all the things surrounding me as I am now. All those wholesome experiences with my friends and family passed by in a flash, and what is left from the burning embers of those good times are these symbols, saturated with meaning and memory. Somehow they seem to represent a little piece of love, in the very simplest way - there. Present. Permanent. Yours to keep and yours to share with everyone in the place that you call your home.
|It's not just aesthetic - genuinely need this fire (and cat) for heat|
|One of those small secrets in our new house|
Once we've finally settled in (ie. unpacked), I'm very excited to get to making myself some of our own lampshades and fabric designs. I've always wanted to design for an entire space so looks like I am going to be my own best customer. After my latest night-time-nature inspired collection is all done and dusted, I will take great pleasure in redoing shades for some of those enormous old-fashioned lamps, and updating the kitchen units with my own bespoke farmhouse doorknobs, complete with little fruits and veg perhaps, or with matching tea-towels? It's fun to dream...
|Our wedding pictures set up alongside my grandparents' wedding china|
Alongside my excitement, I'll admit I have dropped myself into the Somerset Levels with no small amount of fear. It is a journey into the dark, quite literally as there are no streetlights here in the village. At the moment, I feel a little like a leaf shivering on the end of a branch, clinging to my new home with frail determination. And it's plenty problematic; heating problems abound, and we are miles from anywhere. But in some ways that's what I like the most about it. It's a real life adventure, and I can't wait to go exploring and see what will inspire me next.
I haven't even told you about what's surrounding us right outside the front door,|
but I’ll have more to say about that in my next post...