One of my favourite things about moving into our little Victorian house last year was suddenly having room for all the
hand-me-downs family heirlooms that my parents have been letting me hoard in their garage for the last couple of years.
One of the side benefits of my big Danish family is that when my Mum moved over to England she came with a white van full of 70s furniture that was out of style at the time and none of her relatives wanted. After 20 more years of robust use by me and my brother, she was ready to throw some of these things away, only I forced her to keep them for me until I had my own place. She wasn't always happy about a gigantic, mustard yellow Erik Jørgensen sofa taking up the whole garage, but she stuck to her word. Now that I have a front room, it is sitting in it, and still taking up all the space!
The colours for this room were chosen purely in honour of the sofa and the Tate Modern cushion that sits on it. While they were sort of an accident (I never thought I would decorate a room red, yellow and orange) I now LOVE them and spend a lot of time here, hanging out.
This room isn't finished yet. The floor is rubbish, there are no curtains and I have a Tom Dixon light I haven't hung yet (can't wait). But, meh, it's only decorating. It'll keep.
An old Kahler vase (a great-grandparent lived near the factory).
My prized Kate Bush poster from her Hammersmith Apollo shows last year. Sitting on top of an amazing cabinet I got for £20 in a charity shop. It even had an amber glass knob so it matches the rest of the room. Fate!
I went on an origami crane making binge after a visit to the Japan shop recently...
Tiny, touristy Kabuki masks from a charity shop surrounding an amazing St Vincent screen print we got when we saw her in Nashville last year.
