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.
The latest issue of 91 Magazine is on the table. As deputy editor, I’ve yet to tire of the thrill of pride that I feel when I hold a fresh copy for the first time. This one is a beauty, if I may say so, and if you’d like a copy for yourself, you can order one here (they’re selling rather fast!)
There is tea, as usual, in a favourite mug that appears on the table most days, at some point. No flowers this month, but a tiny baby pilea plant, the offspring of the large pilea which lives in our bedroom and was, in turn, the offspring of the pilea belonging to my lovely friend Lou, who gave it to me last year. Lou is the warm, creative soul behind Sisterhood Camp, which I attended last weekend at ever-wonderful fforest. I have some images of those magical two days to share with you in due course.
The little Toast notebook that sits on this month’s table came home with me from Sisterhood. I’m keeping it in my handbag for those moments when inspiration strikes! The pen is a Lamy Safari, loaded with purple ink (just because…). I’ve recently returned to writing with a fountain pen, having not used one since my school days, and I adore it.
In a nod to the darkening days, there is a candle on the table, in a floral china candlestick that I picked up at a local vintage fair. And finally, another vintage find, the chandelier crystals, bought from the Friday market for pennies, ready to be strung and hung on the Christmas tree. I love their cool weight and their elegant sparkle.