All evening, in the corner of my eye, I kept seeing these flowers in a black glass vase on a black glass table, lit by a table lamp. I was as intrigued by the reflections in the table and in the vase, trying to get above it to get the best reflection
I have collected lamps of various types for a while – Art Deco, 50’s and modern, here are a few of them, mostly working, some sadly not.
The wooden post of this lamp was badly worm-eaten, now repaired, re-painted and the chromed steel shades polished, it is my favourite lamp. I assume it dates from the ArtDeco period but there are no clues in terms of maker’s labels or stamps.
I bought this lamp in the 80’s as new but its required transformer was missing, I got it wired up with a new one but then blew it by using too high a bulb rating. It looks very pretty when lit, I must get it repaired. The bulbs, one each side of the shade, are low voltage halogen and the current runs through the arms.
I was lucky enough to buy a pair of these lamps, a very dark green almost black painted metal shade and base, made by Phillips I think in the 70’s, rather nasty plastic switches which don’t always work, it would be good to replace those.
The lobby of the Royal York Hotel in Toronto – the most glorious lamps
A little model of the “Flying Scotsman” train, it is made of steel and had been silver-plated, though much of that has worn away now. I ‘d like to know where this came from or why my father was so fond of it.
We had several books from the Little Golden Book series, we must have been pretty rough with them, lots of torn pages and scribblings. These images are from the story of Pantaloon – a poodle who wants to work as a pastry chef. My favourite was title was The Colour Kittens, they had such fun with paint and colour.
Staying with family for the weekend and seeing partly forgotton objects from my childhood made me think about their origins, their usefullness or their own places in design history.
The little ivory tea boy we think may have come back from China with our paternal grandfather who was a merchant seaman.
The fish slice – a common enough utensil in the ’50’s kitchen but still in use 60 years laeter, simply because it works so well and seems almost indestructible.
The eggcup with a bear peering round at you – with a crack and a chip now.
and the biscuit tin, the pattern wearing thin but still the place to look for a biscuit.