Happy Saturday

And what a beautiful Saturday it is, the sun is shining and I have the whole weekend stretching in front of me with nothing to do but sand a bedroom floor, a strangely appealing idea.

But I also have to introduce a few new chairs and this particular one makes me go a bit weak at the knees. 

I pretty much love all the chairs I do, but this one I really, really love. I think it's a combination of the two  velvets, the gorgeous yellow, the beautiful patina on the wood and the gap in the back. What ever it is - it works!

Suzy Chair: 1950's occasional chair £280

I've been pretty busy, that's not the only chair I've finished! 

This is a another cocktail chair and has followed the floral theme of the Avril Chair, although a bit more masculine and would work very well in a more monochrome set up.

McCarthy Chair: 1940's restored cocktail chair £480

The McCarthy Chair is a very high quality 1940's cocktail chair with an elm frame which is in perfect condition. It has been upholstered in white linen on the sides and reverse and the inside front and seat have been covered in a stunning floral, monochrome pattern with two small white buttons.

Last but by no means least is this unusual curved back chair which has a truly beautiful shape.

I seem to have developed a bit of a velvet fetish at the moment which, combined with the fact I also happened to get my hands on some 100% cotton Italian velvet, I have gone a bit velvet crazy.  It is soooo soft and luxurious I have to resist continually stroking it.

Wilfred Chair: 1950's restored curve back arm chair £600

I popped some of the same floral, monochrome linen on the back to match the dark grey/brown velvet on the front and it looks great. Again, quite a masculine chair despite the flowers!

I've double piped the entire chair in the velvet, as you can see in the picture, and this really adds to the general smart appearance of the chair.

Right enough larking around with chairs, I'm off to do some sanding, have a good weekend one and all.


A burst of spring colour for a rather rainy autumn

Tada, announcing the beautiful Avril cocktail chair, a classic 1940's piece on sturdy legs with a hand upholstered and hand sprung seat.  

I've fallen in love with this fabric which is outrageously cool, a beautiful painted floral design on white linen. It is all pinks and oranges depicting roses, peonies and snap dragons - just what one needs to cheer up the house now Autumn is truly here.

Avril Chair: 1940's restored cocktail chair

It's has white linen back and two white linen buttons on the inside back.

On another note I have also been very busy stocking up on new chairs, I've only managed to photograph a few of them so far, but here's some to whet your appetite.

To the left is a very sturdy and well made 1940's armchair (it one of a pair) with a solid beech frame, £650.  To the right is a gorgeous curved back 1940's armchair from Sweden. In perfect condition, £630.

 A pair of of wooden armed cocktail 1940's chairs, perfect condition, £450 each.

On the left is one of a pair of dining chairs, with an unusual gap in the back, £250 per chair. On the right is a gorgeous, heavy weight armchair with a beech frame and those lovely spoke arms, this is also one of a pair, £700 each.

Right that's it for now, I'm beavering away on a load of new pieces so stay tuned, I should have at least one more up before the weekend if all goes to plan.



The setting for our beautiful Spanish wedding was in the slightly odd ball environment of a scout campsite complete with graffitied tipis and questionable loos, but wow, the surroundings were incredible!

The campsite is about a ten minute drive from my parents house at the top of a dead end road that takes you as high into the mountains as you can travel by car.

The natural pools right next to the campsite were the perfect antidote to the steamy temperatures.

But there was only so long that we could sit and admire the amazing views before we had to succumb the slightly daunting task of turning said scout camp into a boho wedding extravaganza!

It may not look like much but I can tell you this was a MAJOR operation with a task force of about thirty people by the end. Woe betide anyone who was staying up at the campsite as they officially became "helpers".

And so to the ceremony which was beautiful. Our family and friends provided the music with some beautiful singing which, combined with readings, reduced half the guests to tears, all the photos look like something awful has just happened!

And yes the flowers really were those colours, it turns out that when the florist told me she could get pink and blue flowers, what she actually meant was that she could get white flowers and spray them a lurid pink and blue!

Flower wise, my garland was definitely the star of the show, I felt like a Greek goddess of plenty, ready to shower my followers with fresh fruit and wine.

And so to the party..

The Pedder family had a hoot.

And our first dance was to an unknown Spanish folk song which involved lots of hopping from foot to foot.

It was a helluva bash with music pumping until dawn (or so I'm told - I didn't make it quite that far)and all the Brits were lapping up the fact that we were dancing outside on a balmy Spanish night, too far from civilisation for anyone to care about the bass line.

And that was that we are now officially married, twice!



I really don't know where to begin, the summer has almost gone and I am back in Blighty, two weddings and a honeymoon down and for the first time in a month I feel like normal life might actually resume and I can start thinking about normal day to day things (let alone chairs just yet, although I should have some new ones ready in a few weeks time).

It all started with a service at our local church and a garden party back at my parents house. 

Beyond anyone's wildest dreams it was an absolute corker of a day and the sun did not stop shining, some benevolent spirit was surely shining on us and as champagne levels intensified so did the general bonhomie of the day.

All five of us sisters were back together with my big sis Katie having flown back from Hong Kong, so that made the whole day that bit more special.  

It was a complete family affair, with my Ma and Pa the happiest of hosts, just what I wanted.

We waved goodbye to everyone feeling very, very happy and excited about the next part of the adventure (as well as somewhat tipsy).

The next morning we hopped aboard our trusted steed (my Mum's enormous Toyota) which was packed to the brim with camping kit and wedding gear and headed off on our trans France adventure - destination Casa Pedder, Spain.

First stop was a little campsite near Limoges where we did very little apart from drink wine, eat cheese and sleep which was all much to my liking.

We pottered about French market towns and I tried to recreate family holidays of bygone times by insisting we go canoeing on a mosquito ridden river in the rain... that wasn't quite such a success!

And then to the coast! We had heard about this fabled campsite in the middle of nowhere where vast pine forests led to enormous sand dunes, which in turn led to the beach and then the Atlantic Ocean. We had also heard that unless you got there in the early hours of the morning you didn't stand a hope in hell of getting in - it was nail biting stuff as we pitched up mid morning I can tell you.

Even though the sign by the entrance to the campsite read "tente complet" the lovely owner still somehow managed to rustle us up a little dune side pitch and it really did live up to all the hype. 

We did yoga on the beach in the morning and swam naked in the sea (the beach was huge and desserted). In the afternoon we played our obligatory game of Scrabble and attempted to surf the enormous Atlantic rollers. 

It was bliss but after three days of camping in the sand, we had to admit that the Germans were on to something with their not very attractive camping tables and chairs, you just couldn't cook a meal at ground height without sand getting into everything!

And so we bid a fond farewell to the tent and headed over the border into Spain to the gastronomic centre of San Sebastian.

Walking in to a slightly down at heal bar in San Seb and seeing the entire counter top covered in tens of different types of tapas is  a sight to behold. Standing on the streets eating pintxos washed down with some red wine was really a highlight of the trip. 

We spent a happy couple of days pottering around the town and guzzling food. San Seb truly has everything, a beach, beautiful harbour, pretty old town, amazing food and great bars. Plus we were able to meet up with some of our future wedding guests which was a real treat.

However once in Spain the fact that we imminently had one hundred guests arriving at a remote mountainside campsite in rural Spain started to weigh on our minds somewhat and so we decided to bust it down to my parents house in central Spain to start transforming the campsite into a wedding venue. 

I'm going to leave writing about the Spanish part of our wedding adventure until tomorrow night, there are just so many photos! 

But just to leave you with a couple I really love which sum up vibe quite well I think.