I’m not really one for hardcore detoxing and January blues. For me it’s such an optimistic month – the promise of a new year and exciting challenges ahead, the gentle creeping of a daily extending dawn and the anticipation of spring on the horizon. Nah, you can keep your carrot juice, I’m still on the Christmas Lindors and reveling in a supercharged energy for all that beckons this year.
On the home front we’re due a revamp upstairs. Little CV is going to be ‘upgraded’ to a bigger bedroom, so we’re having a switch around. I’ll finally have a proper place for all of my increasingly random acquisitions… my very own {tiny} office. Yippee.
I’m already planning what lovely things I can find to give each room its own new identity. Most exciting is transforming a bare room into a pretty space for our little girl. It’s fair to say I will be in my element and almost certainly channeling my inner princess. Watch this space for purchases, revamps and quite possibly a fair amount of pink stuff!
In the meantime I’ve been ‘stocktaking’ a few of my treasures in readiness for an imminent clear out. One of the things that always appeals to me and stands out a mile in a sea of other people’s junk is something with that unmistakably subtle, pure colour that somehow never seems to be recreated convincingly in modern processes. I’m a sucker for anything – from a teapot to a biscuit tin – that has that gorgeous, authentic wash of colour that can only be vintage. Here are a few of my favourites – a pastel-infused assortment to cheer up anyone who’s feeling a bit jaded this January.