The round wooden jars were bought on our honeymoon. The glass candle holder -a thank you present. The beautiful hand embroidered cloth, belonged to my Grandmother. The ceramic heart, a gift from my sister to celebrate my first mothers day. The bust was found at a favourite car boot sale in England. Our home is filled with pieces that have some kind of significance or memory attached to them. For me its important to surround yourself with things that make you smile or laugh- either by the memory of attaining it or because it was someone special that gave it to you. I am a bit of a collector of things, which drives Mr B a slightly bonkers. ‘Someone’ once told me that my home resembled a well organised gift shop, this was way back when we lived in a tiny London flat. I’m not sure if that was a compliment? anyhow, I’m still learning the art of ‘less is more’ and i plan to perfect it. failing that i will have to open a gif shop…..