Every year this makes me happy, the day the daffodils come into the shops.
I know they’re grown in polytunnels in Holland, but they’re coming out by the side of the road now too, such a cheerful sight.
I love the smell of them as well. There’s something so optimistic about it.
My dad always used to bring the first ones home for my mum and it reminds me of him to have them in jugs all around the house. And at £1 a bunch you can make a great splash for the price of one bunch of service station carnations.
I also particularly like this spot in my house, where I always put flowers. It’s at the top of the stairs in the hall, where they go down to the kitchen.
The lamp is one of a pair, a junk shop find when I first moved to Hastings. The cabinet is a post-war Utility furniture shoe cupboard, where we keep our scruff about shoes. Snow boots, trainers, Ugg boots, walking boots, that kind of thing. It cost £10.
The convex starburst mirror another treasure from the wonderful five-floor warehouse of premium junk which has now been made into flats. I furnished most of my house from it, including two velvet-covered Chesterfield sofas, £400 the pair. I will never stop missing that emporium of joy.
The heart-shaped pebbles are from Hastings beach, the Chinese gryphon (or whatever he is) is another junketeering trophy.
The paintings are particularly precious because they were given to me by Australian artist Pat Harry, who I wrote about here https://maggiealdersonstylenotes.wordpress.com/2014/12/15/seven-days-of-positive-day-88/
Having those bits and bobs, nothing special or unique (apart from the paintings), just stuff I like, makes me happy every time I go past them.
But I’m not going down to the kitchen tonight again if I can possibly avoid it. I had to make the dinner wearing a puffa jacket and a hat – that’s how cold it is.
So the daffodils might be poking there brave little heads up, but we’ve got a lot more of winter to get through yet.