For some reason people used to enjoy being rude about English food --probably because until somewhat recently lots of people boiled everything to death. Nowadays English food is rather splendid and enjoying something of a Renaissance.
To start with the traditional cuppa. Here at M&S on Oxford Street. Note the asrounding blandness of the color scheme. I had already eaten the miniature cookie that came with it --just like in Belgium.
More reviving tea. Here the kettle has boiled on an Aga. Note the all-important teacosy.
Rosie has a great selection of tea pots for all occasions. What a jumble of china from low to high from swanky shops and from estate sales.
Good heavens! We used to have the Rector, Mr.Porter, to tea once in a very great while. How splendid it would have been to have the right teapot to hand.
Breakfast tray. Weetabix (my poor brother is Peter Wix --so guess what he was called at school....) Marmite.....Yum.
Apples decorate the church for Harvest Festival. If anyone needs to know how to pick apples and store them, I can supply information.
Lunch. A pork pie! Ham. Branston Pickle. Beans and beets from the garden. I think the cucumber came from a shop.
And last of all -- supper the piece de resistance: Toad-in-the-Hole. A splendid one. Gastronomic bliss!
What I like about ABC Carpet is that it is a quite batty shop filled to the rafters with wonderfully overpriced glories, and crafts, and ethnic stuff. The sort of shop where you need stupid money to buy things. I was there yesterday with Frances wandering about. We came across an expensive art book called Shack Chic with pictures taken of impoverished homes in South Africa. (see below)
The colors are super and artsy, but the tattiness sad rather than chosen. The batteredness from real hardship not playing at it --as in 'shabby-chic'. Gosh.
I felt very disturbed by the prettification of need.
In another book, Mud Chic, the bed, though colorful, looks wretchedly uncomfortable. Need may be somewhat picturesque at times --I just feel bad looking at it in such expensive surroundings. That aside
The lobby is large and light and has a vast arrangement of pussy willow. ( The Metropolitan Museum and the Neue Galerie always have impressive flowers too).
The enviable polished concrete floors reflect so well.
The elevator's chartreuse
The Bowery ( seen through the library window grille) is astoundingly clean and unlike its former not-very-regretted self.
The prisine library brims with info and clean-clean Apple techie stuff.
The stairs are long narrow eye candy
with little exhibits in nooks along the way.
These boards are maybe art work or pieces of frames awaiting fabrication -- the whole point of the exercise, I think. The distinction of art and not-art. Thank heavens I don't have to discuss that sort of thing.......that way lies madness for sure.
So, the exhibits themselves --the vast chalk board brims with ideas. The water containers distill something....