Category: British

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Bargain Hunting..

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The wonderful Toast are having a brilliant sale..particularly their ‘Archive‘ section – true bargains..if it’s in your size, snap it up..I got my denim Chore coat at more then half price and I’m delighted with it..Not sure it was the wisest thing to take to Greece, but I couldn’t bear to leave it behind..and coming back to the UK could be cold, couldn’t it?

 

Laters, Kate x

The Book Barge..

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Sarah Henshaw, a modern day heroine and one of life’s great dreamers proves that life is still full of endless possibilities…if only we dare to live them…

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Because her words are far more relevant than anything I could write, I’ve cut and pasted this article in its totality, but you can find the original words and all info here.
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I remember quite clearly the first time I realised I might be in the wrong job.I was working as an entertainment journalist in London and, on this particular morning I was at a press junket to interview Lethal Weapon star Danny Glover.There was a long queue of journalists ahead of me so I took a book out of my bag and passed the time reading.When my interview started Danny quickly seemed bored and called his assistant over.After a brief exchange he turned back to me. “I hope you don’t mind,” he apologised, “but I’m very tired. I’m just going to stretch out on the floor for a few minutes and nap. You can stay here. We’ll resume the interview when I awake.”With that he pushed his chair aside and adopted a foetal position by my handbag.I squirmed awkwardly for several minutes, not quite sure where to look or what to do. “Oh, I should carry on with your book,” his assistant said helpfully. I didn’t need further encouragement.Anything with the power to take me away from a lightly snoring actor, a job I had no talent for and a city that overwhelmed me had my vote of confidence. I opened it and got lost.The idea for a black and cream book-flogging canal boat came a year later at the end of 2008.

Anything with the power to take me away from a lightly snoring actor, a job I had no talent for and a city that overwhelmed me had my vote of confidence

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By then I’d quit London and planned to move back to the Midlands with my boyfriend Stu.He was about to retrain as a joiner and I had promised to support him financially while he studied. That was easier said than done.Months later, frustrated by a string of unsuccessful media applications, I hit upon the idea of creating my own job – a dream job. I would sell books… from a boat.I knew nothing about book selling – nor boats. I found Joseph, the craft that became The Book Barge, on Google.It was the first narrowboat I viewed and I bought it immediately with a £25,000 loan from my parents. My petitions to the banks had been turned down frequently and firmly.Despite my naivety business was initially brisk. Moored at Barton Marina in Staffordshire my shop stocked a decent range of new and secondhand literature and held regular bookish events, which were well-attended.This didn’t last. My appalling inexperience, coupled with price competition from online and supermarket retailers, meant that just two years later the shop was facing closure.
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Saddled with guilt and debt, I split up with my boyfriend and moved on to the boat.Tears obscuring all their titles I looked at my shelves of books and wondered how they could ever get me out of this new mess. The solution – in its simplicity – surprised even me.I set off with the boat from its permanent mooring immediately, giving myself six months to save it as well as a vestige of self-respect.I put myself entirely in the customers’ hands as I chugged a nervous figure-of-eight route around the entire country and bartered away my stock. The idea of swapping books instead of selling them made sense.Since buying the boat all domestic comforts (including toilet, shower, gas hob, bed and fridge) had been ripped out to bed, breakfast and a packed lunch.In London a gentleman offered a month’s worth of food from Sainsbury’s delivered straight to the boat, redeeming the value of his till receipt in secondhand books.In less populated places it proved harder to negotiate. Here I would often rely on fellow boaters for the use of their showers or for occasional towpath-foraged delicacies, including a particularly memorable wild flower syrup cake.By June of that year The Book Barge had attracted the interest of the national press.While I was talking to a journalist who came aboard in Hackney one afternoon a customer interrupted by making a scissors movement with her fingers.She gestured to the whiteboard hanging over my desk upon which I listed the items I needed each day and for which I was prepared to sacrifice free stock. “The haircut?” she offered.The journalist folded his arms and raised an eyebrow expectantly. “S-s-sure,” I stuttered and fetched a towel to put over my shoulders.Now I’ve been going to the same salon for years. I don’t generally let strangers hack away at it with a pair of paper-scissors, let alone untrained strangers in the middle of a busy bookshop.

It took 10 minutes. At the end the woman responsible for the un even lengths littering the floor by my ankles grinned broadly.

With that she bagged an £8.99 paperback as payment and walked hastily out. The journalist picked up a guitar and started quietly strumming. I could just about make out the song: You Can’t Always Get What You Want.By October 2011 I had returned to the Midlands having journeyed some 1,000 miles through more than 700 locks. Determined now that I could never let the shop close, I took freelance copywriting shifts to pay off my debts and started working at a high-school library during term-time.I still live aboard. I still allow customers to barter for books as well as buy. But one thing has changed.I’m back with Stu, who has become a pretty decent carpenter.In between fitting a toilet for us, he is renovating a house in a hamlet in the middle of France. The canal runs past it and there’s a book barge-shaped mooring at the bottom of the garden. We found it for sale for just €19,000.Who knows whether we’ll sell any books there but it’s a nice place for the story to end. Or for a new one to begin.
The Bookshop That Floated Away by Sarah Henshaw

It’s always good to know that fairytales really do exist.

Laters, Kate x

 

 

The Chap Olympiad..

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On Saturday we headed with the lovely Fairy to the Chap Olympiad..a vintage celebration of Britain’s sporting ineptitude where sensational cravats take precedence over sweaty lycra and more points are awarded for maintaining immaculate trouser creases than ever crossing the finishing line..

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(Fairy and the Husband)

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Set in leafy Bedford Square in Bloomsbury, London and surrounded by gorgeous Georgian houses with the sun shining, it was a pretty idyllic setting..

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The competitors took their dressage very seriously..

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Rarely have I seen Boris Bikes put to such good use than in the Tea Pursuit..

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Only a few cups were broken..

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Umbrella jousting..

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Poor show..this was taken far too seriously..

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 So if you every fancy a wonderfully eccentric English day out it’s a date for the diary..just don’t forget a suitably spiffing picnic to match…and book early – it sells out fast.

 

Laters, Kate x

Serving strawberries and cream..

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Dressed up to the nines and on a bike, heading to somewhere in South West London..

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Where everything is very English and rather civilised..

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Including the lunch..

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A little clue..

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Getting warmer…(in fact it was a scorcher..)

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Yay! No.1 Court at Wimbledon to watch athletic Federer gracefully ease his way to victory..

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Wimbledon has always had a special place in my heart and it has been particularly thrilling as an ‘adult’ to watch from the best courts….every year, with my best friends, we used to bunk a day off school to go and queue at the crack of dawn for tickets.  The cheaper Court 2 tickets were our favourites: you got a guaranteed seat plus in the first week when the timetable was chocca you were guaranteed to see one of  our idols fighting their early gladiatorial battles: Boris Becker, Stefan Edberg, Jimmy Connors, Martina Navratilova, John McEnroe, Martina Navratilova, Chris Evert..we were in seventh heaven..

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Happy memories.

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A StarWars like camera man..

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The finish of the day was probably my highlight..a game of veterans doubles: Patrick McEnroe and Peter Fleming against the effervescent Mansour Brahimi and the unforgettable Henri Leconte..my youth re-lived, they had us crying with laughter..crawling on their knees to the line judges, nicking all the balls, taunting the opposition – and the ball boys and girls, spinning around before hitting shots, catching tennis balls in their pockets…it was pure class and showmanship..and for all their tricks..they still won!

The perfect way to end a perfect day..before we cycled off into the sunset..

Laters, Kate x

A Modern Icon x

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I have a new state-of-the-art heroine and her name is Dr. Victoria Bateman.  For her birthday she and her husband decided to commission a painting of her by the Artist Anthony Connolly.  In the nude.

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What do you think when I tell you Victoria is also an Economics Fellow at Gonville & Caius College, Cambridge?

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In many ways it’s really such a simple thing – a naked body – but what she has done has sent blasts through so many mental walls.  It’s a beautifully observed and performed satire on perceptions, maximally liberated and impeccably crafted introducing a huge pink elephant to hang languorously in the air….that society does not believe a nude can be an intelligent, academic woman, comfortable in her own skin.

 

Victoria says: ‘When I first came up with the idea I thought it would be a conventional portrait but the more I thought about it, I realised that doesn’t really represent the truth about me.  The more I went through the artistic process, the more I began to think about women and their role and portrayal in society. At the age of 34 I am comfortable in my own body. Reaching a certain age and realising that life is not infinite, I wanted to capture a moment in time.  Initially this snapshot was going to be conventional.  But the more I thought about it, the more I could see the value in creating a work that was both ‘honest’ – that showed me comfortable in my own skin – and that, as in my academic work, was not afraid to break through the pre-existing barriers and to raise important questions.’

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Unlike so many historic nudes there’s a different power of suggestion and behaviour in her portrait.  In the past many poses have been of women caught unawares, captured in an unwitting moment, an onlooker peeking round a door.  But here Victoria stares directly out giving the painting an extraordinary force.  She chose a natural, relaxed  pose, beyond the superficiality of a TV soap, which says more for female body confidence than any written word ever has.

 

My view is that we will never eradicate the overtly sexualised images of women – they will always be profitable to produce, as well I understand as an economist.  instead I feel that the best way of providing an antidote is to also make sure that we show women as they truly are – it is a confident, relaxed, natural and of a named woman who is not being objectified with fake additions and photoshopping.’

‘Some people might say I’m not better than a page 3 girl but the message behind it is I am not just a body. ( And conversely – I’d say – that she is not just an academic – she has a body)  ‘I wanted to show that each woman has a female figure that literally walks around with her every moment in her life – it’s not simply sexual.’

 

Victoria Bateman has weilded the power to defy industry moulds and underline herself as an individual.  I love her because too many people let who they are become secondary to what everyone else wants them to be and it’s then that we build up walls for ourselves and others.

 

Bravo Victoria! Brave, courageous and brilliant.

Laters, Kate x

End of the Week.. x

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It’s been a pretty mad, bad week from the lows of a long dentist appointment (oh the joys of a periodontal clean due to impacted wisdom teeth..6 injections later..) various meetings and visits to the vet with a very stressed dog..to a fabulous Book Club night (the above is my reminder for the next one..)

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And a wonderful day out at the Spirit of Summer with lovely mate Galliana.  I will confess: we did initially think we’d got the wrong venue..and date..

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My Wardrobe.com had a stand and I succumbed to this little number from new label Christophe Sauvat..it was the boho vibe and the pop of neon that sold it..(and the fact is was the last one left..)

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Christophe Sauvat is one of those fascinating characters..He started in the 80’s designing clocks and watches..

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 Then moved to Brazil where he made and exported thread bracelets, selling over 8 million.

 

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 Before co-founding Antik Batik in Paris.

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Now he’s in Portugal where he’s started his own label  based on his love for the gypsy-style woman who still feels at home whether in London, Morocco or New York.

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It has my heart.

 

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The day/week ended with a Mum’s Night Out to ‘Supper in a Pear Tree’..a pop-up restaurant with a difference…Run by two sisters, Annabel and Charlotte Partridge the evening starts with a glass of wine and a Drawing Class around a nude model with supervision from Charlotte.  We had NO idea it was going to be a rather fetching male model..there was much tittering and flexing of charcoal from behind our easels…

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The evening finished with a three course supper cooked by Annabel..including foraged herbs and homemade sloe gin…

An event to remember…

Laters, Kate x

 

 

 

Weekend Wanderings..

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On Saturday Fairy, Bella and I headed to Shoreditch to the Jumble and Pearls vintage and more sale at the Book Club. (A fab cafe in it’s own right with loads going on…and it’s own table tennis table..)

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Shoreditch is an eclectic, buzzing, creative, urban area with stories and something different round every corner.  Looking with eyes wide open is a must.

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(I was thinking of you, Su..loved the retro letters..)

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Opposite the light shop was this fairytale-like Reclamation Yard…we were immediately sidetracked (it doesn’t take much..).  Set in an old church it was like stepping through the wardrobe into Narnia…..

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 I didn’t think so much space existed in central London…

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In my dreams this old French haberdashery unit is pride of place in my kitchen holding bowls and plates..and anything else..

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 We were at Jumble and Pearl to see my wonderful cousin Nathalie (her story here) and see her new merchandise for Sam Says Enjoy Life.

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(My sister swears by these bibs and is always being asked where she got them from)

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I also had Bella’s portrait drawn by the lovely Jenny Robins.

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I’ve always fancied having a wall of framed ‘street art’ portraits of the kids, drawn across the years, seen with different eyes and marking their growth into adults.

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Jenny has said she’ll help, so this is the first one…I like to think the finished collection will be like an Installation in it’s own right..

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We headed home, very happy with my purchase from Nathalie – one of her new up-cycled denim bags, perfect to hold in style the daily detritus I manage to accumulate and lug around.

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 I particularly like the pockets..that little bit of embroidery is heaven.

Laters, Kate x

Bill Skinner x

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What’s a girl to do when faced with such gorgeousness? Possibly write a very large wish list and place it somewhere purposeful and prominent.  With a begging money box on the side.  Classic with a giggle, Bill Skinner has a way of capturing the essence of vintage for the modern wardrobe – this enchanting Butterfly pendant is hand carved and enamelled with even the glass dome hand blown in Kent.  Makes the £90 price tag seem a bargain…

 

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Or how about a Kingfisher? (They remind me of all things delicious – dollshouses, Victorian taxidermy..and do you remember those tiny glass bottles filled with beads that passed as fairy dust??)
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Bill Skinner learnt his trade with the best: Asprey, Arpels, Garrards and Van Cleef.  Followed by a  polishing of Street from Butler & Wilson and the wonderful Vivienne Westwood.

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Influenced by heritage but not stuck in the past his designs always have that touch of fun.

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Designs of delight and a price point that works..what’s not to love?  Now… where’s that credit card hiding…

Laters, Kate x

A Stitch in Time..

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Beautiful bed linen lifts me away from the world and gives my soul one more colour.  My most favourite, treasured set came from my Grandmother and I used to sleep in it as a child when we stayed at her beautiful thatched cottage in the country.  Now, even though it is faded and getting worn away, Charlie sleeps in it which is an utter joy because it represents a living link to the past.

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(The other side geometric)

But part of the love is not only the nostalgic memories and how soft the sheets are, but the design is just so edible and clever: The pillows, the duvet – even the fitted sheet and the sheet – have the choice of 2 contrasting patterns, one on each side: one flowery, one geometric.  What’s always amazed me is that the sheets are one printed piece of fabric yet when you look you never see the other pattern coming through, even now when they’re decades old.  And the two sides compliment and work together so fantastically allowing endless combinations and configurations. I’ve never found anything like them…until recently.

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A Company – The Secret Linen store – has just started offering sheets and duvets that are reversible.  And there’s more..

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They’ve used a single off-white warp throughout making every piece feel as though it’s from the same family, so even though each design can have a totally different look, it can all be mix and matched together to create you’re own aesthetic.

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And they send out free samples so you can see what you’re getting and check colours..

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Also the prices..they’re aiming for great designs and GREAT prices…from £30 for a double duvet? I likey.

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But possibly most exciting of all for me (see previous post) THERE’S A SIZE LABEL WOVEN INSIDE!!

Yaaaaaaaaaaaay!! At LAST!!!

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Maybe I can finally retire my beloved set before it falls to shreds…….and turn it into a quilt so it can continue giving joy and memories for generations to come.

Anyone know a good quilt maker??!

 

 

Laters, Kate x