Masterclass in how to pack a fragile item so that it arrives exactly in the condition it left in
Clock design concept: pointing to every bit of hideous 70s nostalgia.
More’s the pity
I like the clock, but am old enough to remember the relief when turd-brown decor stopped being a thing
What’s the hairdryer for ?
The clue’s in the name.
The Tank Chair, sat in one of those, very nice it was too. However, a tad pricey for me…could make one though:)
Same relief I’ll feel when dull as fuck ‘neutral tones’ and minimalist decor get to fuck.
That said, there’s never a justification for turd brown ceilings
I managed to get a lovely little mid century record cabinet that is basically a miniature version of my magic box desk in style. I had to have it.
Is that a shit load of granite under the Techie?
I think it’s granite. It was a spare bit that I got from the stonemason who did my late mother’s headstone. I had it cut to size to fit the card table that I used to have the SP10 on top of.
It’s handy as the new cabinet would be happy with a regular size turntable but not a behemoth like my SP10 with a 12" arm.
Hel bought me this lovely glass lamp I was after for the office.
I can’t quite remember who the designer was but it’ll come to me.
Nice chode
Lisa Johansson Pape.
Helen Keller?
(not entirely fair as I do quite like it but the joke was too obvious)
Word of the week
Fuck me, you could move straight in there.