A friend of mine once told me I that I dress like a librarian. I have never quite known whether she meant this in a positive way or not. Either way, it is probably quite fitting. As a child, I remember the staggering moment when I...

My grandmother, Brenda, turned 80 this year. We served her fruit and cheese and walked around her meticulously  tended garden, guided by her air whipping walking stick. She is an acerbic, sharp Scottish woman with a curvaceous figure and a Roman nose. I used to...

We have always found inspiration while rummaging through piles of clothes, boxes of curios and shelves of tatty, torn old books. Convincing each other to spend a day in a charity shop or brocante has never been an issue, especially when using the excuse of...