I am documenting the year with monthly photographs of my kitchen table. Capturing the jumble that accumulates here, at the heart of the kitchen, is also a way to record some of the domestic stories of our family life. With the boys off school, August has been a month of sweet moments and little adventures, despite the rather dreary skies.
Here are hydrangeas from the garden, in the chipped hand-thrown jug that I bought for a pound from a village fete last year. I love the delicacy of these pretty lacecap blooms, although they don’t dry out as well as a classic hydrangea, despite my best efforts.
Coffee, a flat white of sorts, made with the Aeropress, and drunk from my most-loved mug, the replica of Dylan Thomas’s, that I bought from Laugharne. A new (to me) spoon, part of a bundle of old teaspoons that I bought for a few pennies from an antique shop in Newport, Pembrokeshire, to my delight (and the family’s bemusement).
The postcard is waiting to be written and sent, a belated missive from our recent holiday. We spent ten days in Pembrokeshire, staying in a lovely stone cottage on the Strumble Head Peninsula. A short ramble down a wildflower-lined lane led us to a tiny beach with waterfalls and seals in the bay. A walk along the road in the other direction took us to the Strumble Head Lighthouse, of which more to follow in another post (suffice to say that I took a LOT of photographs during our stay!) The shell, the quartz, and tiny blue stone were some of the pretties that we collected on one of our many beach trips.
The letterpress block with a D is for my darling, whose initial was missing from the collection on the mantel piece until I tracked this one down. We’ve just celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary which, although it hardly seems possible, is altogether a lovely thing. The necklace was his gift to me, made from upcycled vintage tin (tin being the traditional anniversary gift for a decade of marriage). It came from Kisstheearth on Etsy, and arrived with a little card that reads “you belong among the wild flowers”. Rather appropriate, given our recent trip, where the wild flowers were more varied and plentiful than I can ever remember. I collected one of each variety to identify and photograph and I’ve made a story about them over on Steller stories as a way of preserving and recording them.
Pink, blue and white : the August 2015 table.