Cou Cou !
Greetings from my work – I’m trying to keep this blog more regular by typing in my thoughts during our lunch breaks. And you know what, I am in love with being back at work – having spent half a year on furlough I am chuffed to bits to have this routine back in my life.
I’ve been writing a lot about furniture lately: what to consider when looking for second-hand pieces and the affordability of certain types of antiques and vintage finds. As you know, I love a bargain, and sustainability also plays a huge part when it comes to choosing what to buy for our home. However, nothing weighs in quite as heavily as the look and feel of things. Within this frame, I am actually really picky when it comes to most things, especially décor.
And it’s not just me either: I share my life with someone with a distinct taste and values of their own… no, I don’t mean the dog. I refer to my husband James. Whereas I used to be daft about dainty retro furniture, quirky patterns and curiosities, he was into classic Victoriana, warm wood and solid craftsmanship worn by the passage of time. As we have grown tighter as a couple, our tastes in things have not so much merged, but evolved under the influence of each other’s likes and dislikes.
When I first met James, you could say I fell in love with his antique chest before I fell in love with him. A keen appreciation of carved wood, soft leather and cricket memorabilia shortly followed. It was Stockholm syndrome via décor, really. As mine was all sold or donated before I moved to Edinburgh, there was no choice but to live with James’ furniture when we moved in together. Combined with my collection of Finnish glassware, textiles and knickknacks, however, our first house actually felt ours, not just his or mine.
Since buying our Maison de Ville by the foot of the Montagne Noire and especially when crafting a base for ourselves in the UK, from the houseboat in Staffordshire to our dinky little cottage here in Ilfracombe, we have both only wanted to buy things that we really like. It took us a year to get a bookcase because we couldn’t find one that looked like nice and was transportable, or wasn’t silly expensive or made of laminate. Yeah – and here’s a pro tip if you move a lot: having chipped enough flat pack furniture in the past, I go for solid wood now. Sure it weighs a ton, always, but unlike laminated particle board pieces, you can refinish and repair wood when needed.
One of my favourite things about James is that he favours the unexpected. Within a framework of solid, well-crafted things, he’s open to risks and blind to trends. You either like something or you don’t’. A great example of this would be our buffet in France – a massive carved Art Deco thing complete with a mirror and a bright yellow sunburst detail. Most people assume I chose it as I got this thing about the early 1900’s, but it was James who picked it out at our local Dépôt-vente. Sure, I love it, but I never thought how amazing it would look in our kitchen.
On the flipside, I didn’t think my influence on James has been all that great but I do bring in a certain je ne sais quoi in the form of colours, materials and Scandi-influences. He didn’t actually like our current sofa when I picked it out but got really into it when it arrived from Made.com. Ironically, I’d be ready to swap it for a comfortable old leather Chesterfield as it’s really pretty but incredibly uncomfortable to sit on!
So was it really Stockholm syndrome or can I admit my taste has become more British perhaps over the years? My relationship with cricket is still complicated, but I can’t resist a bit of English eccentricity. I’ve been wanting a pair of Staffordshire fire dogs for a long time and James finally agreed. It’s not quite a matching pair, but I rather like it that way.
What do you think – they make a nice pair, don’t they?
‘til next week,