It was love at first sight, when I spied the chandelier hanging over a stone slab table in the magical Foxglove Spires garden. The decadence and the decay felt worthy of Miss Havisham and her Great (shattered) Expectations. The chandelier endowed the table with a presence and a largess. It made me want to dine at that table with silverware and bone china in tattered taffeta.
Just before Christmas some very kind neighbours discarded three in a council clean up and I nabbed them and giggled with glee as the crystals tinkled in the back seat of my car. I had fun spray painting one luminous yellow for the kids’ Christmas table. I call this one Hello Yellow…
I call this one Miss Havisham
Although, it is a bit of a misnomer, because this table is where Gordon and I signed the register for our wedding. Phew, I was not left standing at the altar.
I still haven’t rigged up the wiring I need to hang this little baby up, but I’ve actually grown to love her spot in an abandoned way.
This one is called Black Betty. Don’t tell the others, but she is my favourite at the moment. She looks particularly seductive when I stick some candles in and light her up at night.
Cybele Masterman (Bele) trained as a beauty therapist, aromatherapist and journalist. After working as all of the above has found herself on a quest for a beautiful and meaningful life that doesn't cost the earth. Follow on google: +blahblahmagazine twitter: @blahblahzine or Instagram: BlahBlahMagazine