I found these placemats at the tip shop. We had the exact same ones when I was growing up. They remind me of brussels sprouts being covertly concealed in napkins. Aaah, nostalgia.
And this sweet little pot. I found that in an op shop.
My father brought some figs around and I'm going to make this which I saw over at chez MMMC. And I have to copy everything she does.
This wall hanging was retrieved from father's garage. It used to hang in my childhood kitchen. I love it. For many reasons.
And this! This was also retrieved from puppah's garage. (Note the crepuscular light in this shot.)
It (and the two armchairs) will require new foam and fabric. I have no idea what kind of fabric. Maybe I'll sew some child smear-hardy calico just for the interim. From what I've seen people reupholstering Fler suites tend to remain faithful to the era's muted hues - greys, greens, blues.
But I'm tempted to go for something bold. Husbandido has suggested cerise. (I know! Who knew?) Any other suggestions?
Autumn in onkytown is rather stunning. The light, the turning leaves, the sunshiny days. There are quite a lot of poplars in these here parts. I love poplars.
And my mind is turning, as it does at this time of year, to cashmere and US ebay.
I think I may buy these:
Can you think of anything more luxurious and snoogly than cashmere knickers?
And socks. Some cashmere socks.
Playing along with Sophie