Yesterday we went shopping in Chelmsford, which is not strictly true, I needed some more birdseed for the doves, shopping tends to exhaust me, so I don't do it, preferring the ease you can order things online. But I also took back some books for Oxfam, a couple by Hilary Mantel which I can't get on with so her books went back mostly unread. Picked up a rather good edition of Lark Rise to Candleford and that scary novel 'Woman in Black' by Susan Hill. Which I read last night and had a nightmare about it.
|Carl Larsson, almost a nursery print.|
The other day we were watching a programme about art and the work of Carl Larsson appeared, and his wife Karin's decoration of their Scandinavian home. Interesting fact is that Ikea is somewhat predicated on these pair, I like Ikea just for wandering around looking at their room settings, the furniture tends to leave me cold though. I had a couple of prints of Carl Larsson of the interior of their house, the painted surfaces and furniture and the fabrics most of which Karin designed on a hand loom.
|the flouncy pink of a beautiful peony|
|The peony a bit bedraggled in the garden|
|A good copy of Flora Thompson's book, with, I note, a foreword by Massingham.|