A small thought today.
When it comes to interiors, I can do without scandi style. I like my wood dark* and my belongings polychrome. But I do love Mid-Century style.
I like the simple, interesting shapes of things and the clear, bright colours. I like how much personality it’s possible to have in a ‘modern’ aesthetic. I like the reminder that contemporary doesn’t have to mean corporate.
And I am fond, with a mother who ensured I knew more about William Morris and his beliefs than any history class would teach me about Winston Churchill, of giving every object its due. Let everything be beautiful.
I am also very, very fond of grey. These two loves combined a few weeks ago, when I was op-shopping with a friend.
This is a perfectly round little vase, nearly spherical, small enough to sit neatly in my two hands.
It’s entirely purposeless, the sort of purchase I would usually only make in lingerie. But I think it’s beautiful: its shape is so satisfying, the colour so gentle, the glaze softly glossy. It has no pedigree, no sought-after makers’ mark, it’s no antique. But I love it.
Maybe I’ll keep dried flowers in it. Or marbles. Maybe I won’t use it for anything at all.