Ford Wheeler is my hero

i hope you have seen the amazing amazing ny times feature on margaret howell – as it was deservedly reblogged all over the place recently. while i was over there spying on margaret for the millionth time, i decided to have a browse through some of their other style features (something i don’t do often enough, and should do because the ny times style magazine is truly great) – that’s when i spotted this feature on production designer ford wheeler.

Potted

budget. i hate that word. my financial methodology is more along the lines of “try to be sensible and then hope for the best.” i’m not a planner by any means. i don’t, for instance,  make lists when i go to the grocery store (that’s why all those tins of stuffed olives keep cropping up in the fridge.) but, i do keep the financial lessons learnt from my parents fresh in my mind – my mom still has her little notebooks where she wrote down every single thing they spent money on as a young couple starting out. they even made their own beer. how’s that for thrifty, eh?

trays

serving trays are pretty much the last thing i thought i’d ever blog about, because they are the most boring of the kitchen paraphernalia right? we could make a list i guess. anyway, these ones from svenskt tenn with original designs by architect josef frank are rad. i’m happy to know there are some seriously cool trays out there because i love using them myself – especially when making tea, let’s get our sophistication on. plus sometimes i just get tired of carrying three to four cups in my hands and nimbly avoiding bumping into things that are likely to cause a spill of precious brew.

oh, perfect swedish homes (tra la la)

have a sneaking suspicion that the apartments for sale at alvhem are cleverly furnished, styled and photographed by mega smart swedish real estate agents – duping us all into believing that we are inferior beings with inferior apartments.

thoughts on furniture

i don’t own much in the ways of furniture. besides bedroom basics and one (mega) couch, the rest of our apartment is filled with my flatmates’ stuff (gratefully so, thanks for being grown ups guys.) so i tend to daydream about fantasy furniture to fill my fantasy home with some day. daydreaming = internetting. obviously.