Little victories

After weeks of horrible this:


plenty of this sort of thing:


and this:



Home is now living up a little more to its name. Today's little victory was pictures on the bedroom wall (notice the skirting boards still stacked against the wall!).


And we now have a cosy little corner to work. Still plenty to do, but a little less hell-for-leather now.


Objects of desire for the lounge include this fifties tripod lamp, from Habitat. We almost bought an original early 70s curved bowl lamp on a marble base, from a Dutch dealer at the Puces de Design, but the proportions were a little too big for the room. Unfortunately we also missed out on the reclaimed picnic design sets for 1E, too.

As the economies of the world tumble down around our ears...

Let's be glad we're not traders.

After two weeks with a chest infection, a whole week off to do nothing but please myself next week, and the intention to list some new vintage bits for pink milk, as we are both now reasonably settled in our new homes...

Queen Vivienne on what fashion means to the credit crunch

Re-use in style with tablecoths and curtains, ladies! Brit Queen of Fashion Vivienne Westwood endorses extreme style measure, in these mean times.

A Sunday like we used to have

What feels like months of painfully hard work are becoming manageable, if not coming to an end. We moved mid-August, into a flat with no floor in the main room, full to the newly smooth ceiling with boxes and furniture and little by little are touching up, arranging and unpacking. On Sunday we had our first lazy day in three months, wandering round the quartier from café, to bar, to steps of the Sacré Coeur. Edging back to normality, happy faces!

Sarah is also in DIY heaven at the moment, the last I head they were priming walls and sawing bit off kitchen units. pink milk will be a little more lively soon, once I have located the pink milk box and created some sort of area. I found a vintage scarf I'd sold to a girl in the States on Portobello Market when stranded in London because of the Eurostar fire, the other week. I also bought an ealry 70s hairclip still in its packaging whch will be photographed and listed soon.

Stop, start, stop...

We've been working really hard this week - especially D - and treated ourselves to a nice lunch in a sunny garden mid-week featuring the café gourmand above, yum yum.


Unfortunately, the electrician hasn't been doing the same and at the half-way point of his job, we still have huge slashes in the walls, all ready for electrical cables, yet no actual wiring.


We've started to paint where he won't need to touch and the kitchen is already transformed form the yellowing, poky space it was before. Units won't be staying like that by the way, but not really a priority when we still have no floors and minimal walls painted so close to our move date... which we're having to extend by a week, but the electrician doesn't need to know that, does he?