on the March table

stories of my kitchen table : March

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.

Here we are in March. As always, a fleeting quiet moment to myself, this time with a cup of good, strong coffee. Although the baby is sleeping a little better than he was last month, sleep is still very much a scarce commodity, and there have been many caffeine-fuelled days in recent weeks. The small espresso cup was a gift from a friend who, knowing me to be fond of the pattern, picked up for me a whole box of Midwinter china at a car boot sale. Although we do have a coffee machine, I have dug out the stovetop espresso maker as it does the job perfectly for weekdays when I am making a cup for myself alone.

The Selected Poems of Frank O’Hara holds a special place in my heart. It was given to me the year that I graduated, by a friend that I met through my Sunday job in a bookshop. I was setting off to North America for the summer with my then-boyfriend (now husband). The inscription reads To Laura, “Grace to be born & live as variously as possible.” Happy summer American holidays. It’s a quotation, unsurprisingly, from O’Hara: probably his most well-known line, and the one that was eventually engraved on his tombstone. Later, I wrote my Masters dissertation on O’Hara, a poet who was at the time barely canonical. His work has become almost zeitgeisty now, not least due to the episode of Man Men where Don Draper reads ‘Meditations in an Emergency’. When I unpacked a box of my poetry books, I re-discovered this one. It has re-awakened my hankering after a visit to New York, the city which is the beating heart of his poetry.

Also on the table are the completed baby socks, which were a work in progress on the January table. They are the first socks that I have ever knitted, and I am inordinately proud of them. Thankfully, they fit the baby with room to spare. Even when he grows out of them, I shall have to keep them, a reminder in the future of his current tiny toes.

There are daffodils, bought from the farm shop, in my spotty jug. Out of sight in this shot is its broken spout, which is why it has been called into service as a vase. The Diana camera has been brought down from its shelf because of the sunshine that we have been having of late. I have a few shots left on the film, and it performs best on bright days. I can’t actually remember what the other shots are of. For me, that’s part of the charm of shooting analogue- the element of surprise as the film is developed! Lastly, there is a Lego mini figure. The eldest two boys live and breathe Lego, and so in my life currently, there is always a Lego minifigure, or two, or three … usually just out of shot.

Blue, aqua, yellow and white: the March table.

The kitchen story so far:

{ the January table}

{the February table}

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