I've invested in a few new-to-us pieces for our new home* recently, working on the principle that swapping our rented 1700s cottage for a much smaller owned Victorian cottage will require a complete embracing of the 'less is more' philosophy.
I don't have a particular mid-century thing going on; it's just that a lot of the pieces I like are from that era of furniture design, and many graced our childhood home, so actually, thinking about it maybe I do?
Anyway, as I chuck out, sell or donate the various bits of furniture which we either don't use or won't miss in preparation, I am carefully searching for and acquiring a few long lusted-after pieces to make our new home just right.
It's a higgledy-piggledy cottage with uneven floors but great bones and decent light. It will embrace Farrow & Ball greys and off-whites wholeheartedly but space will be at a premium so what does make it in, has to earn its place. And I have to say, I've found Marie Kondo's philosophy of only having around you those items that spark joy really helpful in this process. Well, that and Paypal of course...
So gone are the unsightly baskets and flat-pack drawers that used to barely hold the boys' clothes and in their places are two beautiful Danish teak tallboys, one Lebus and one Schreiber and both totally fit for purpose at least fifty years on from when they were built. Now, folding the boys' clothes and putting them away in these has become a joyful ritual - yes honestly - and I really do smile whenever I walk past each of them. Against bright white walls in the boys' new bedrooms, they'll sing.
I've also acquired this beautiful Ercol coffee table. My parents had a wonderful original issue Ercol Plank dining table when we were young. It was a wedding present from my Nan and my Mum is still sad about giving it away in the nineties. I don't think we'd be able to cherish such a beautiful table in our family home where forks are often used as weapons(!), so the coffee table is my compromise. This one was also a wedding present, given in 1962, to the lady we bought it from. I like that.
And there's this baby too. A Franco Albini rattan ottoman. Again we had one when we were young. My parents were C-O-O-L. We called it the lobster pot and it met an untimely demise when a foot went through it, but still... I've been on the hunt for one of these for years and was delighted to find one via Instagram in Rachel's shop.
Spence thinks its a monstrosity but I feel the same about his guitar amps (which are destined for the garage of course). He'll come round I'm sure. Well he'll have to; there won't be much else to sit on when we move...
Next on my list is lighting - I already have a wonderful Conran Maclamp, picked up for a song in the Vintage Store in St Ives a few years ago but I'm after some more gems. And an indoor hanging rattan chair. Because, well, obviously...
* Let's hope it doesn't fall through or else I'll be hosting my very own mid-century jumble sale soon.
PS: You can see some of my growing collection of small home pins on Pinterest if you fancy.