Being houseproud has never been something that appealed to me. I’m not a big fan of housework — I grit my teeth when I eventually get round to doing it. I don’t require my home to be neat and magazine-perfect in the slightest.
But as we are looking to buy a place down here, I’ve been spending time looking at various interior design websites. I happen to have put together a presentation of interiors I like the look of. Yes. A presentation. I shit you not.
The easiest thing to covet, however, is furniture. And this walnut dining table by Sean Dix is unreal. I can imagine knocking back a perfectly cold G&T in a flawless highball glass while sitting at this table (there are matching chairs). I would also be perfectly turned out in some Fifties getup — and have someone else’s face and body that’s more suited to Fifties getups, of course.