Mah jong

This week’s fantasy room features the Mah Jong modular seating system by Roche Bobois. It just looks so divinely comfortable and the best thing of all is that you wouldn’t have to do any other decorating apart from choosing an amazing light fitting and arranging a couple of orchids here and there (and a ginormous flat screen high definition telly of course).

Apparently this system was first designed in the Seventies, but has recently been updated using Kenzo prints. I may even experiment with such a system when we move to Seattle (note to self, there’s apparently a Roche Bobois store in downtown Vancouver). I think three years is about the maximum one could live with something like this before it would drive you mad.

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Modernism

First of all I should admit that Modernism does not really speak to me at all (check out the Modernism microsite – pretty ambitious, though slow to load. And quite a cool ‘Design Your Own Poster’ feature). I have long been of the opinion that people are either Cavaliers or Roundhead (or Romantic or Classical in the parlance of Zen, and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance) and I am most definitely a Cavalier (with perhaps a sensible Puritan streak on a good day).

I found even being in the exhibition itself – surrounded by lots of black and splashes of red, by towering black display shelves and films of machines – faintly depressing. Something to do with all the straight lines, the lack of colour, the worship of machinery and ‘the workers’. A few curves here and there would have been nice, or what about some lovely non-primary colours – lilac anyone? Or perhaps a touch of aqua?

But I felt I ought to go because it is so fundamental to one’s understanding of 20th century design.

The V&A’s approach is to root the movement squarely in the political and social changes of the first half of the century – the rise of mass production, the importance of hygiene and fitness after the post-war flu epidemic, the rise of the workers after the revolutions in Russia and Germany, new inventions such as film and new materials such as steel, concrete and plastic – which I did find really interesting.

I thought the exhibits themselves were rather lacking in ‘wow’ factor- unlike the recent Art Nouveau and Art Deco exhibitions – endless posters and chairs, an interesting if rather homely reconstruction of the first ever fitted kitchen, a few architectural models by Le Corbusier and a large, and rather gratuitous, silver car. I was struck by how contemporary some of those original chairs and buildings still seem – the Le Corbusier houses would not seem out of place on Grand Designs even now. I know these things were totally revolutionary at the time, but have we really moved on so little in eighty or so years?

It was also interesting to note how ideas which worked well at the level of the private individual, such as the Le Corbusier houses and fitted kitchens, turned into nasty brutalist monstrosities when turned into public architecture or housing on a grand scale. As with the philosophies the inspired the movement, the emphasis on equality and egalitarianism meant that people’s individual needs were ignored and we are still living with the consequences today in our public housing.

It also got me thinking (always a good sign in an exhibition) about whether we are currently in the middle of the next big movement after Modernism. Is today’s current obsession with pattern, colour, asymmetry, gratuitous decoration, free-flowing forms, handmade or craftmade items, and naturalistic motifs such as florals, birds and butterflies merely a temporary blip or are we in the middle of the next big thing? Because the thing that struck me most of all was how quaint and somehow old-fashioned some of this radical design is starting to look.

(Am amazed that I have managed to wax so lyrical in this post. Amazed because I seemed to spend most of the time running after the Minx, who thought she was in heaven – climbing on the benches, attacking the exhibits, running up and down a nice long ventilator grill, tap dancing on a noisy square of shiny metal flooring. She also hooked up with a handsome fourteen-month old by the name of Jack and spent a lot of time giving him very overwhelming cuddles, dribbly kisses or else trying to poke his eyes out. Thereby proving conclusively that exhibitions are indeed excellent places to pick up eligible young men.)

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Egg-cellent

Apologies for not doing a whole lot of blogging recently. I’d organised a quiet and sociable Easter break, but the coverage on the right – from the The Times’ Saturday magazine no less – featuring the Hannah Tofalos eggcups, meant that in the end mirror mirror had quite a busy weekend. Not complaining of course, but I do wish journalists would respect my social arrangements a bit more.

The thing that pleased me most was that a photo taken by me has now appeared in a national newspaper magazine. You guys would laugh to see the conditions under which most of my photos are taken. I get the best light in a corner of our bedroom for about an hour every morning. When that photo was taken the Minx’s cot was still in the bedroom and is jammed over to one side just behind the eggcups. The Minx herself finds photography fascinating and was doubtless either holding onto my legs or knocking over the tripod as I pushed the shutter.

Still, it’s pretty amazing what one can do by taking loads of photos with a reasonably good digital camera on the off-chance that one or two might turn out all right after extensive Picasa-ing. I certainly wouldn’t be able to run mirror mirror as I do if digital photography hadn’t been invented, which is quite a sobering thought.

Anyway, over the next few days we are going to discuss the V&A’s Modernism exhibition, the Bluebell railway, my Easter Eggs (yet more scope for punning egg titles, hoorah!), my weight-loss regime (quite possibly compromised by aforementioned Easter Eggs), this month’s Vogue, and possibly some design-y things as well. Bet you can’t wait.

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Decorating Ceramics – Karin Eriksson

CLOSE UP OF ROSE GARLAND VASE BY KARIN ERIKSSON

One of our favourite suppliers, Karin Eriksson, has written a fascinating article on design blog Whip Up, explaining how she prints the designs on her fabulous beakers and vases.

When you read this and also see her at work in her studio, there can be no doubt that every item that Karin produces is a true work of art. Karin also writes a cool blog, where she discusses her design inspirations.

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Egg-stravaganza

Img_68861smaller Oh, I’m the yummiest mummy that ever lived! I’ve made an Easter tree!
What you need to understand about this statement is that although I always have hugely good intentions about doing yummy things for special occasions, I hardly ever get round to actually carrying them out – due to lack of time, lack of vital equipment, lack of application and lack of any true crafty skills.
And to be fair, this tree is not exactly as I intended it. It was supposed to be made of twisted willow, but Notting Hill appears to be in the throes of a twisted willow shortage, so I had to make do with less twiggy twigs.
Img_68821smaller The eggs are blown hens eggs filled with chocolate ganache from Rococo chocolates (the Husband’s Easter present) and they are all supposed to be tied to the branches with ribbon, which was amazingly fiddly to do, so only two made it on to the tree. And I realised while I was making it that it was rather sparsely decorated and some pretty daffodil-yellow bows tied to the branches would have made all the difference (and then we could have sung dreadful songs by Tony Orlando as well).
But sadly I’m still rather proud of it and the Minx likes tugging at the wooden bunnies and birds which is sort of the point.
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Egg-stacy

Fundamentally I loathe Martha Stewart – she just seems so cold and calculating and I expect her to pull off her face to reveal a lizard underneath – but boy, she does have some wonderful ideas on her website.

This not a paint colour chart, but shows the colours that can be obtained by dyeing eggs using natural dyes such as onion skins and turmeric (found on Funky Finds)

I think the colours are just spectacular and I can’t wait until the Minx is old enough for us to spend an afternoon gently making Easter decorations. Though of course by the time she gets to the age when activities involving boiling vinegar are acceptable, she will want to spend her Easter holidays watching ghastly DVDs and playing with Bratz dolls. And I will be only to keen to let her.

But in the meantime please leave me to my ‘yummy mummy’ fantasies.

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Julie’s Quilt

Some of you may have wondered why I’ve got a couple of erstwhile ‘infertility blogs’ on my blogroll.

I got pregnant first go after we finally decided to try for a baby (a huge decision for me as I appear to have missed out on some maternal genes somewhere along the line and have never craved a baby). After reading so many horror stories about the difficulties faced by older mothers, it seemed that it would all come rather easily after all. And I carried on feeling smugly complacent until I miscarried at nearly six weeks. But still, I was an older mother and that was only to be expected. So I picked myself up, dusted myself down and we tried again. I got pregnant immediately again and almost immediately thereafter miscarried again. So alarm bells started ringing.

In the space of just over a year I had four definite miscarriages (the longest pregnancy lasted eight weeks) and at least three episodes where I felt incredibly pregnant but didn’t get as far as a positive pregnancy test. I was referred to the Recurrent Miscarriage Clinic at St Mary’s Hospital in Paddington (I can’t tell you how lucky I am that this clinic is literally ten minutes down the road for me – some people have to travel hundreds of miles to get there).

After a barrage of blood tests I was told that I had a blood-clotting disorder which prevented the embryo from implanting properly but which could by treated using aspirin and steroids. And it was about this time that I started reading Julie’s blog. I came across it when I was searching online for stuff about recurrent miscarriage. Julie had suffered a number of miscarriages after IVF but still managed to write about her traumas in an incredibly amusing, non-sentimental and yes, downright cynical way which chimed with me at the time. Through Julie’s blog I reached Tertia’s blog – Tertia went through an amazing number of IVFs, suffered miscarriages and also the loss of premature twins but still managed to write incredibly movingly about her experiences.

Eventually I became pregnant again and, notwithstanding a terrifying bleeding episode at eight weeks, it looked like this one was going to stay. And Julie in the US and Tertia in South Africa also got pregnant at the same time, also with ‘keepers’. I don’t know these women, they don’t know me. I rarely comment on their blogs or exchange emails with them, but such is the power of blogging that they felt like good friends as we each went through pregnancy, each doubting all the time that this one would actually work. After our respective babies were born – Julie’s very prematurely while Tertia had IVF twins – their blogs kept me sane during the dark days of early motherhood. Bleary-eyed I would read their blogs every morning to find that they too were struggling with exhaustion, with babies who would neither sleep nor stop crying, with breast-pumps and night-wakings.

And what of the quilt? Apart from being a very witty and creative writer, Julie also makes the most unbelievable quilts. Recently she has been raffling a quilt on behalf of another blogger who has gone through a huge number of IVFs and had run out of money. This same blogger organised a ‘online baby shower’ for Julie when she was faced with bringing her tiny preemie home from hospital with nothing prepared for him. I love the karma in this story and thought the crafty people who read my blog would love to see her amazing quilt and read a bit about the love, effort and stories that have gone into it.

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Flowers for Spring

I have decided that I need to acquire a large, sunny room with a dark polished walnut floor, white walls and diaphanous floor-to-ceiling muslin curtains. In one corner I will have a huge grand piano and the rest of the room will be completely empty except for a different exquisite piece of furniture every week.

Last week’s piece was the Liberty chair. This week’s piece is this incredible leather appliqued screen by Susannah Hunter.

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Patterns I

It’s that mix of modern shape and pattern again – oh and the cool, summery colour palette. Why can’t all flatpack furniture be this beautiful?

These boxes/tables/seats are made by Zaishu Project and come as five separate pieces which you just slot together (found via Decor8). I would love to sell these through mirror mirror but I suspect that by the time we’ve paid to import them from Australia and then store them the cost will be prohibitive. But I will make enquiries. At the very least I might have to treat myself to a couple when we go to Seattle.

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Other People’s Marriages

I hope you won’t find it terribly self-indulgent if I review the books I read on this blog. I’ve often thought about keeping a book diary and this seems as good a place to do it as any – a sort of chronicle of my life in books (bad as well as good), albeit started a bit late.

In fact, now I think about it, how marvellous it would be to be able to look back through a list kept since childhood. Maybe I should force the Minx to start one now? ‘Dear Diary, Today I read Miss Polly Had a Dolly 853 times, interspersed with the odd perusal of Knock Knock, Mr Croc (which is totally fab by the way) and the occasional run through of Baby Touch Rhyme Book complete with actions’.

But I digress. I was pleasantly surprised by Other People’s Marriages. It was one of the books that you pick up in haste in order to qualify for Waterstone’s 3-for-2 offer after you’ve been browsing for far too long and your baby is protesting grumpily in her buggy.

I don’t think I read chick-lit, but I suspect this book comes very close (the front cover certainly seems to think so). In fact I’d liken it most to the literary equivalent of Cold Feetexceptionally easy-to-read, amusing and often unnervingly observant about the state of modern marriage.

The premise is a simple one. Anna is writing what could be her breakthrough non-fiction bestseller about marriage and is using her group of somewhat clichéd thirtysomething (now that was a fab TV programme) friends as case studies. (A propos, am I the only person in the world who doesn’t hang out in a group of three or four married couples who’ve all known each other for ever and don’t have any other friends?) Cue lots of introspection and dissatisfaction about the various marriages being dissected, and speculation about perfect Anna’s own relationship. As you would expect, each marriage unravels and then re-ravels in different ways, insights are gained, and perfect Anna’s relationship falls apart. Once I’d sorted out the various couples in my head, I ripped through the book, wincing occasionally when it got a little too close to the bone of my own marriage, and seeing all sorts of parallels between the marriages of the protagonists and those of my friends (and no, I’m not telling).

Unfortunately I didn’t like the ending much. Having successfully demonstrated that every marriage has its secrets and that marriage is by no means all its cracked up to be, Watson resolves all the various problems rather too tritely and finishes off with a wedding. But I suppose that’s the genre. Don’t buy this book expecting great literature, but if you’re looking for a surprisingly well-written, easy-to-read book to read by a swimming-pool this summer then this book should suit very well.

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