Back in London with treasure found rooting around in a discount bin at a junk shop. I now love this that unhelpful amount which makes using it a little nerve wracking in case I break it.
3 nights in Portugal at the start of October - what a wonderful shock to the system to enjoy heat and sunshine this late in the year. Even managed to squeeze in some tie dying!
Thrilled with this hand thrown, painted and glazed jug I bought in Spain earlier this summer. It reminds me of the kind of pottery my parents had around the house when I was growing up - gems collected after years of them living abroad. So happy to have one of my own.
The tile theme continued (see last week's Celine post): these are from the Spanish painter Sorolla's house in Madrid, which I visited last week before catching a flight home - with a heavy heart - after an amazing few days holiday.