Although we are some way off “completion” at the French village house (which I think may be an abstract concept anyway) I cannot resist looking at lighting for the near finished terrace room and salon.
I spotted this great lamp, inspired by the classic anglepoise, in M. Bricolage’s lighting department.
This place is not to be sniffed at, I found a great shade for the dining area there also.
The floor standing lamp is made from a grey washed hardwood, with chunky and functional little “tap” type angle adjustors and featuring vintage style fabric covered cord and a heavy marble base to keep it stable. The shade is patinated zinc. I love it so I took a photo, then a second one milliseconds later in which Trevor had stealthily materialised ! I always suspected he has mysterious and preternatural talents.
He has the spooky ability to find me WHEREVER I am, and no matter how obscure a place. We don’t even bother agreeing rendez-vous because he just has this homing beacon. Example-he was working in Worthing (Sussex) once, and said he would join me for lunch at a specific time & I went off sight seeing.
Worthing is a fair sized town. At the appointed hour he just materialised behind me. He does that.
My daughter finds it very amusing and says it’s a kind of affectionate stalking.
What struck me about the lamp photos is how old we are looking. I put up the first pictures in the salon last month, including a hard pastel of Trev on Ingres paper I sketched not long after we met in 1994.
I drew this as an experiment in fading light and always felt I captured him better than in any sketch since.
This was pre mid-life-crisis beard and pre grey hair .
We are getting old