Can you smell the Guinness and cider soaked into these old tables?
I keep going back to this picture, taken on a hot July afternoon in London, in a pub somewhere in Chelsea. We’d walked far. This seemed like a good place for a beer and a pickle.
What draws me to this picture is the complete holiday from decor.
I want my own Austerity Room one of these days. When that happens, I know exactly what’ll go in it. I’ll have to pick very carefully. I will be rationed.
Vase by sister Wends.
& one or two of these.