This little porcelain plate — handmade by a potter up in Stoke on Trent. I visited her collection of plates for a long time and I finally pulled out my credit card and bought a set of three. I don’t know why they speak to me but they just do. I’ve arranged them as a set (as they’re not all identical) on my lounge wall and as I sit and knit or work on my computer, I cannot stop glancing over that way to notice how sweet and whimsical they are.
The other thing that I love are seeing two cavaliers splayed out in front of a roaring fire. That photo was taken at the lovely Manor House down the road during a Christmas meet up with neighbors.