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Its Aladdin's Cave!

JOY is infectious

This is Jack and he is my JOY. 
He inspired me to come up with the idea for ‘Joy Day’.
We adopted him on 25th November 2000, only days away from him receiving the green dream. 
He has brought an endless amount of JOY into our lives. 
So I thought it was a great idea if we all stopped just for a moment or maybe for the whole day, on the 25th of November every year and reflected on the thing that brings us JOY. 
People reflect on what they don’t have but I bet there is a little thing or maybe a big thing that will always put a smile of your face. 
 Reflect on that, celebrate it, focus on it for the day on the 25th of November. 
 Have fun, feel JOY, be happy!

Coffee and a smile

Making the ordinary, extraordinary.

Walking through the back door of an unloved 1940’s dark brick block of flats we found ourselves in a serene nest. Is this the space of a bower? Full of shells, flowers and feathers; discarded plastic items; lamps ,chairs of an eclectic nature and a beautiful piece of Murano glass. Melissa, the nest maker herself, has always had an eye for detail. For those beautiful things that others would look past.

Each room has emerged from a piece that she found, felt and fitted. Its about the landscape within the room rather than its outlook, as most of her rooms look onto a mirror image block of flats. Melissa possesses the ability to turn less than ordinary into extraordinary.

The afternoon we visited her home, the winter sun was filtering through the windows, filling the space with a sweet calm light. In the kitchen, calico white curtains cut unevenly like a cityscape, framed the succulents sitting on the sill. The main bedroom had the most captivating solution to a broken fly screen – with inexpensive nylon black lace. The effect was seductive.

An Escape

I like all kinds of balconies. The wrought iron balustrade thing that seems to have started in the 50s and came to full campness with the explosion of the blocks of flats (as we use to call them) in the 70s.

I took a drive down Sans Sousi way a summer or so ago and snapped the assortment of balconies and verandahs I found. A touch of outside inside your own space. I was speaking with someone the other day who made the comment that balconies are an escape -"like your outside without leaving home".

I have always thought of them as a touch of the glamorous life.

The most unlikely place

A taste of orange