My love of vintage is well documented here. As far as I'm concerned there isn't much better than a morning spent hunting for vintage and pre-loved bits and bobs. If you’re a lover brocantes or flea markets integrating those impulse finds into your home can be a head scratching moment once you’ve got your purchases home. I now have to stop myself, almost forcibly, from buying any more chairs. Well at least until I get storage container or something else of that sort. One couple who don't seem to have that challenge is Andrew and Erica behind The Other Duckling, an eclectic online store full of great vintage homewares, delightful home accessories and gifts most of it with a vintage vibe. Their lovely home is a delightful mix of their vintage finds, homely accessories, and bright colourful contemporary items and wallpaper.
Tuesday, 28 July 2015
I promise I haven’t fallen under a bus, I may have been AWOL from hellopeagreen.com but I’ve been having a whale of a time on holiday. I’ve been instagramming like crazy about it too. I know I shouldn’t brag and I’m not, it’s just I’m inspired.
There was a great article in Saturday’s Guardian by Amy Jenkins that just had me chuckling so much in light of my own recent holiday. She talks about the dawning realisation that after having children, holidays are not really holidays. Well at least not like they used to be, where long lazy days merge into one another. She’s given a chance to have a solo holiday and it doesn’t go as planned – something I fear might happen if I ever tried to do this. My dear husband and I have come back from a two week camping trip in the South of France definitely more tired than when we started out.
Friday, 26 June 2015
I tried to think of all sorts of clever titles for this post, but they just started getting a bit steamy. By modern standards I was probably late experiencing my first ever salon beauty treatment. I was at University, working as a sales assistant at the weekends and about to go on a date with the man that would become my husband. It was a basic Clarins facial in Selfridges, London. In just two short years I was working at Selfridges, responsible for recruiting the beauty hall staff and that’s when my spa and treatment fixation really took hold. In fact I was hooked.
The idea of medicinal bathing has been around since Roman times, it is thought that the term 'spa' is an acronym of the Latin phrase 'sanitas per aquas' or health through water. Whatever the original meaning, today the word spa suggests a way to indulge yourself while improving your health. I can remember my first ever thermal spa experience at the now defunct Sanctuary in Covent Garden. At the time I thought it was quite good (although a bit grotty in the corners, if you know what I mean). But that was before I experienced the lovely C-Side at Cowley Manor. Then I realized what spas were meant to be like. C-side is a completely laid-back wellness space with slate-lined pools and Cotswolds stone walls and herb-based products. It was a blissful two-night stay not long after Cowley Manor had opened. I still think back to it fondly.