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, in lieu of flowers, the beautiful green crown which I made with the help of florist Erin Trezise at the Sisterhood Supper a couple of weeks ago.
You can read more about that magical evening over on the Sisterhood Blog, where I’m thrilled to have my words accompanying the ethereally beautiful photos of my talented friend, Xanthe Berkeley. (If you’d like the chance to learn about photography from lovely Xanthe in person, she’s hosting a photo walking workshop in London this Sunday. It looks to be totally brilliant, and at a bargain price too- quick, snap up the final tickets while you can!)
There’s a big mug of coffee in my new Howkapow mug. I’m completely obsessed with it! You could win one of these beauties as the prize for the winning November image from #littlestoriesofmylife over on Instagram. I’ll be sharing my favourites here soon. I make my coffee in a stovetop Moka pot, and my sister-in-law recently showed me a brilliant trick for frothing milk to make cappuccino. She heats milk on the stove, then puts it into a (clean) cafetiere, pumps the lid a couple of times, and voila- froth! Have you ever tried it? It works amazingly well.
I know that it’s still November (just!), but I’m trying to get organised this year, which is why a Christmas card (sorry!) has sneaked its way onto the table. Isn’t it a beauty, though? It was a gift from Julia Wolfe, the sister of a very good friend of mine, who has a beautiful letterpress studio called Wolf and Ink. I just love all things letterpress and I was spoilt for choice with gorgeous cards, but in the end settled on a box of polar bears because they are the smallest boy’s favourite- he calls them ‘bears-in-the-snow’.
The linen tea towel (surely a must on any Instagrammer’s table, as Sara would testify), I bought from the characterful fabric market in Montmartre, the Marché Saint-Pierre– a sewist’s paradise, with floor after floor of fabulous fabric. I hesitated about including its story here because, like the rest of the world, I was stunned and devastated by the events in Paris last week. Yet as we hold the people of Paris in our thoughts, it seems important to continue to celebrate the life and vibrant beauty of that amazing city.
Finally, with the festive season in mind, a pretty chandelier glass. I bought a handful of these the other week from the vintage stall at the Friday market. They look so beautiful on a Christmas tree, sparkling amongst the lights. We have a few already, from a old broken chandelier that we bought at auction, but you can never have too much sparkle to light up the darkness at this time of year.
Blue, green and white : the November table.