Marks and Sparks

And then, without fanfare, though you have never really been away, you are home again. There is no euphoria. Just relief wrapped around your neck like an amulet. You want to dwell in it, this relief. Swim in it for a while and see how it feels. No plans. No promises.  Just space in which to…

I am having a Liberty moment. The first time I visited this divine department store, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. In my dreams, department stores are magical places, abundant with unique ideas and inspirational displays, but for the most part, even the special ones like Harvey Nicks, are minimalist showpieces for designer…

Oh dear. I’ve known about Polyvore since the day it opened it’s doors and knowing myself as I do, thought it best avoided, if I was to get anything done at all. And then today I was all curled up on the sofa with my laptop on my knee, Christmas In Connecticut on the DVD…

I must have been a wretched wicked old witch in a former life. This morning my hairdryer spontaneously combusted and sent itself to a long overdue grave and a couple of hours later while enjoying Miss Potter with a teeny tiny mozzarella and red onion tart of my own devizing, the house started to shake…

Say’s the lovely India Knight: "A generation of children have grown up believing that buying expensive stuff is how you show people love and that it is their right to have the stuff they want. This isn’t healthy, either emotionally or financially. I think a better way  of showing children love is  by sitting  down …