Lost in the supermarket

My new project for February consists of bringing a bit of Japan into my home.

It should start with a bit of cooking of course.

This new craze comes at the back of the past 4 weeks spent in baggy clothes to allow for a large intake of potatoes, cheese and cream. Of course, it was absolutely delightful. But the overall feeling of lethargy and the nasty cold that have been lingering for the past week should probably be taken as a warning sign.

Following threesmallapples‘ advice, I spent my lunch hour at the Japanese supermarket Arigato on Brewer Street, stocking up on the basics.

I could have spent hours there, but I restricted my expenses by sticking to the bare essentials. Without blowing my own trumpet, my first homemde Miso soup this evening was rather successful and the dull ache I’ve been experiencing in the past few days is slowly disappearing.

And with my new favourite tea of the week, I’ll be back up and running in no time.

Arigato (ありがと) – thank you threesmallapples!

 

Now the kitchen cupboards are full, surely I’m allowed a bit of inspired window (online) shopping:

Cavallini numbers japanese tape, £12.50 from Oliver Bonas

I’m considering getting this imported all the way from Australia…
Tasty vintage tea towel from Yardage Design

at £8 each, I’m still hoping these will make it to a sale of some sort (I need 4!)
Anthropologie Atom Art Japanese bowls, via Minori Design

nice and simple
Muji railway station alarm clock, £21.95

Until payday, it’s best I stick to the cooking experiments.

If all goes well, I should be able to instal a conveyor belt in the bay window to display my culinary masterpieces very soon.


 

Fancy tableware

I’ve still got plenty of space in my Party Cupboard.

And with the festive season upon us, a cupboard full of fancy tableware is the ultimate aspiration for the domestic goddesses of this world.

So it’s particularly convenient to have talented friends who can come up with wonderful things to help fulfill such intentions.

Now call me biased, but Emma Lacey‘s handmade ceramics are just the type of tableware I wish for: design-led, tactile, simple, striking:

The Conran Shop, Anthropologie and Sketch have all placed their own orders – enough said.

A fleeting visit to her Hornsey open studio yesterday allowed for a little treat (from myself to myself).
Two pieces is a collection, right?

collection in the making

As you can see, they’re still to make it into the Party Cupboard.

But how could I?

 

 

The perfect glass of milk (for cookies)

Did I mention how much I love Anthropologie?

Yes, I think I did…

I now work in the threatening vicinity of their Regent Street branch, so it’s ever so tempting to ‘pop in at lunch time’… just to have a little look… you know…

They’ve recently brought the famous Euro Milk Glass back in stock. It has previously sold out 3 times, so I simply couldn’t let it happen once more.

So between my turkey sandwich on Hanover Square and a latte on George Street, I took a short detour for these:

note the delightful green tint in the glass and the chunky rim…

Unfortunately, our kitchen cupboards are (temporarily) out of cookies. So until this anomaly is rectified, I shall use my Euro Milk Glasses as pretty vases instead.

At £4 each, what’s not to like?

Go on, you know you want to make them sell out once more…

**Important update: Project Wall of Shame is well underway (see previous post for background on this enterprise if necessary), and you’ll be pleased to know I followed your precious advice: I can officially confirm the pages of the herbal have been ripped out. The final touches will be added on my return from holiday so I’m afraid you’ll have to be patient to witness the result of our mischevious masterplan (I say OUR because we’re all in this together).

featured image at the top via J’adore La Maison Ltd

Better late than never

I know I’m probably behind the rest of the world on this one, but when one sets foot for the first time in Anthropologie, one has to talk about it.

So I set foot for the first time in Anthropologie on Thursday 27th April 2011, and I have to talk about it. I’m not trying to compete with His Royal Highness’s function that will also unfold this week (just in case you didn’t already know…), but I know which day I’ll remember the most (or Kate’s dress will have to be really bloody-effing-ah-may-zing to beat that -if you’ll excuse my French).

Still and all, I was on the hunt for my old friend’s 30th birthday present. It turned out Anthropologie was just THE place. Where the hell have I been all this time? Probably in Tabio browsing for yet another pair of socks for a friend’s birthday. [insert overdue apology to all my friends here: I’m sorry all, your Tabio days are over, I promise. You’re getting Anthropologie every year from now on.]

I could have bought the whole shop. When I say the whole shop, I DO mean the WHOLE shop. The articles of course, but also the props, the bags and wrappers, and the staff (particularly those involved in styling the whole place with such flair).

After an unspecified (long) time spent ‘umming’ and ‘ahhing’ (to myself) and poking everything with excitement, I settled for the following:

I could not resist this scented candle in such a pretty pot, what with fig being one of my all-time favourites. And I thought the seasonal guide to British vegetables tea towel would be a good idea for my French friend to know when I’m eating cabbage (all year round apparently!). I was delighted to receive this same tea towel myself as a house-warming present so there was the perfect gift idea.

I suddenly felt a bit sorry for myself for being all alone in such a fabulous place with no one to share my excitement with… What better way to rectify this than to treat myself to a lovely soap for my new bathroom cabinet?

I’d better get on with wrapping the presents quickly; the longer I wait and the harder it will be to part with them.

Happy birthday Aurélie!