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Showing posts with label bunting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bunting. Show all posts

Cheerful Soul

As you know I'm feeling a little flat this week but I have prescribed myself a pick me up. A dose of: a splash of colour. I love vibrant colour used bravely and when it pops against a white backdrop like this I want to eat it. YUM YUM!

Pictures via Marie Claire Maison

Yep it worked I feel better already. Does this home put a smile on your face?

British Tea Party!

photo of Nicki by Rowland Scott Smith

This is my friends wedding I went to last Saturday. I have been to a lot of weddings and I believe this has been my favourite! Why? It was fun. Sharing cake, tea, and sandwiches mixed with dancing in an old school community hall brought the nostalgia of England to this modern day wedding. The bride, groom and his mum searched all the local charity stores for months collecting a mishmash of vintage china. The result is beautiful, colourful and playful. Check out the grooms amazing paintings on Charlie Cobb

I Am The Space Where I Am

Home has so many different meanings to each of us. What my idea is may be very different to yours. For some people they may not stay in one place for very long because of work, life circumstances or travel. So where can we call home? Perhaps it's where we display our objects hinting who we are and where we have been? Or is it a place where our family and long-time friends are? Or a bit of both? It could be as simple as a shelter to sleep and eat. Even if we are just passing by I believe we can say 'I am the space where I am'. It doesn't take long for our clothes to come out of our suitcase, our i-pod and mobile phone placed on a table, family pictures put on display and our favourite book resting by the bed we are sleeping in. We as humans love to mark our territory just as animals do. We like to have familiarity around us as this helps us settle into the place we habitat. Look at these pictures by Tim Winter. Imagine... All is quiet in the woods and all that can be heard is the wind rustling in the trees. Then a family arrive for their summer holiday's parking their caravan. They bring items to help with comfort, survival and little things that add their stamp to their new space. When they leave all is still again in the woods and the family's new space has disappeared. I would love to know what home means to you?



All pictures by Tim Winter for Peddlers Catalogue