Sorting through some boxes in my loft, I found a box of letters I had written to my mother, I didn’t know she had kept them – including this tiny photo of a boyfriend from way back. (1968?) Its so interesting to see this young man – I barely recognised him at first sight, the double exposure, showing his profile made me sure.
I spent a day reading the letters, many dating from when I was 16 and gradually dwindling in numbers as telephoning became cheaper and easier. I was astonished by the fact that I seem to be the same person, the hand-writing, the phraseology, the subject matter – just as I might write today. I seem to have had a surprisingly close and frank relationship with my parents – I have always felt that it was so but its been interesting to see the proof.
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
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.