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.
On the November table there is tea. Always tea. Endless cups that get me through the day. Often even the luxury of hot tea now that my babies are grown and at school. My smallest left his little hand print behind, immortalised in clay. It’s precious, as tiny hands always are, and in what’s proved to be a contemplative month for me, it serves as a reminder of the old adage (for which I had little patience when my eldest was a baby… until I blinked, and a decade had passed…) the days are long but the years are short.
No flowers this month, but sweet twigs with what I believe are larch cones, gathered from the woodland floor on one of my morning walks with a good friend and her sweet fluffy dog. There’s the latest copy of 91 Magazine. I know that I’m biased, as deputy editor, but this really is one of my favourite issues yet. Snap up a copy quick, before it sells out!
Finally, a postcard from one of my favourite bookshops, Persephone Books, which I took a trip to with my lovely friend Jules last month when we found ourselves in Bloomsbury one sunny Wednesday for the Boden Press Day. I managed to resist the temptation of buying every book in the beautiful shop and limited myself to Christmas presents – I’m giving as many books as I can this year ( and crossing my fingers that I’ll receive one or two myself!)