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.
I’ve been running slightly behind with this blog of late. The work-family juggle, always a balancing act, has been particularly tricky recently. I’m disappointed to have missed February’s table altogether, and here I am, late with March. Bear with me, if you can. Things are shifting, and when my youngest starts school in a few months, I will have more time. When that happens, I’d love to give this little space a bit of a makeover. Until then, I hope you’ll forgive the sometimes erratic posts, Here, belatedly, is the March table.
March is for magnolias. Perhaps my very favourite thing about our garden is the huge magnolia tree which, for a just a couple of weeks ever year is laden with feathery pink blooms. Looking out of my kitchen window to see a mass of candy floss petals is a pleasure that never gets old. A few weeks ago, I met the lady who owned our house a coulee of decades ago. When she told me that it was she who planted the magnolia tree, I didn’t know how find the words to thank her.
The analogue camera was a gift from my best friend and one-time blogging companion, Annie. She gave it to me as a prop for a photo shoot that we recently worked on together. It’s such a photogenic little beauty. I’m tempted to run a roll of film through it to see if it still works.
There is tea, always tea. At the start of the year I stopped putting a sugar in mine, and I’m so glad that I did. The beauty of a book is Virginia Woolf’s A Writer’s Diary. I’ve been fascinated by Woolf ever since studying her at university, and I find her diaries so insightful. This was a Mothers’s Day gift from the boys, which I was invited to choose on a recent trip with my love to Persephone Books– I’ve been wanting to visit for years now. The shop lived up to my incredibly high expectations, it’s an absolute dream. If you should ever find yourself in Bloomsbury, I cannot recommend it highly enough.
Two skeins of gorgeous yarn were gifted to me byThe Fibre Co. It’s the softest, squishiest yarn in a dreamy shade of silvery grey. It’s ages since I completed a knitting project, and my fingers have been missing the dance of the needles. I’m planning a pair of wrist warmers, in the hope that even my slow needles will have completed them by the Autumn. I’ve been drawn into the viewing pleasures of Gilmore Girls, which seems to me to be the perfect knitting companion.