I am a hibernator. 

In fact as soon as the clock strikes Autumn I declare myself only fit for bed and spend as much time as I possibly can in the bliss of a bedroom I am slowly layering with as much quirky wonderful as I can muster. 

Lately I have been seeking out teeny touches of bohemian loveliness to provide quite the contrast with my very serious 1930’s walnut furniture, chucking in paisley velvet floor cushions, and bringing out the wildest of my patchwork quilts for a dose of colour to keep me company on the murkiest of nights, and all that was left to find was the perfect little lamp for my dressing table, and here she is: just the right combination of colour and quirk to bring a little light to quiet nights spent in the arms of a good book…