It’s pictures like these that blow conventional interior design out of the water, standing proud as the complete antithesis to pulled together design, complimentary colours and agonised decisions.
Maybe because they all have something that many modern rooms lack: Soul.
It’s been a sad time for the children’s school this week as they suddenly lost a much loved, much devoted member of staff. For many of the children (mine included) it was their first real experience of the finality of death and there was a real sense of loss and grief. So we were incredibly touched when we saw this beautiful tribute attached anonymously to one of the trees on the Common that we pass on our way to school every day. It was there all week, through all the rain and storms till it was hanging by it’s cellotaped thread. I couldn’t bear to see it destroyed any more so yesterday I left a note in it’s place to say how much it had meant to all of us who’d seen it and that I was taking it into school to go in a special place in the book of condolence.
Walking back afterwards I saw a lady looking at my note and removing it – I just had a gut feeling. I asked her if it was her daughter who’d drawn the picture..and it was..she wanted to give the note to her daughter to show her how much joy her picture had given.
I had hated taking it down but meeting her felt like a little bit of fate, a little bit of magic..and a circle complete in the best way possible: A treasure is always a treasure.
Laters, Kate x