My room

Yesterday, I fell in love with some Victorian jelly print wallpaper, found via Conversation Pieces. Either the weather or my age is to blame for me fawning over homewares rather than frocks, but as least living in a rented flat is curtailing my purchases. I have a huge sunny room right at the top of the house, but it has walls that the landlord insists remain grubby magnolia. Still, I remembered that I have a few corners I love...



Owls and foxes are two of my favourite creatures and I've managed to combine them in my bedside lamp. The shade is from Lush Designs in Greenwich, and the base from US Urban Outfitters. Perched atop some oversize books that won't fit on my shelves.



My Russian station clock, bought with a press voucher from Debenhams I think, and my absolute favourite picture. It's by one of my best friends, John Aranda, who is very talented indeed. It's Richard, Helen and I (on the right) in our old house. Glossy, dramatic, and kind of odd.



This 30's Art Deco mirror was £5, and my best ever bargain on ebay. It's such a pretty shape, and reminds me of Arcade Fire's Neon Bible cover. It's also very good at reflecting messy rooms. If you look closely, you can spot the two-foot tall ice cream lamp I bought from Fred Flare after Mademoiselle Robot blogged about hers.



And the top of my chest of drawers. A huge wooden reminder to prevent more foot-in-mouth moments, a studded clutch, 50's vanity case and my Tintin mug, which was a present from my (blonde and quiffy) sweetheart.

I'm also pretty fond of my wardrobe, or rather the contents of it, but I'm afraid that's far too messy to show in public.. Speaking of dresses, I'm selling a few on ebay. Time for the first picnic of year, surrounded by gothy Victoriana at Abney Cemetary, one of the Magnificent Seven. Only the Victorians would invent a cute nickname for their favourite graveyards.