The dilemna of a bedside table....

When I go to bed, I usually travel with tea and maybe a book or two, a magazine or three, pen, pad....... get the picture? Well, on my mission to embrace our flat and make it our haven, well the bedside tables weren't right for me. I like symmetry in homes, because it's more restful and easier on the eye. We had two different tables, different heights, different sizes. And worst of all, mine allowed me to keep adding to the pile described above.

So in a bedroom with a vintage silk quilt, antique danish wardrobe, modern art, barkcloth cushions and black metal windows, I went for the above. Two lovely, blackened brass indian tables. Eds has a lamp and a tiny brass pig on it. I have a bit more...... a picture that is dear to me, my glass koru, two special boxes I've had for years, and the first vase I bought when I arrived back in London. It's currently sporting a rose Ed stole for me whilst walking Lily late at night.....

Happy is - not too much stuff, but just enough to feel secure when you go to sleep.

PS: For once I bought new... the tables are from here.