In which I whine about a very middle class problem: the closing down of Habitat’s network of UK stores.
I’ve had a couple of weeks now to get used to the fact that Habitat is on the way out. And this week, when my mother said she would be going to the Nottingham shop for a final visit, I asked if I could accompany her.
She’s shopped at Habitat for years. Decades. She told me that when they opened the York branch, she was invited to the opening party. The Nottingham store was filled with signs saying ‘everything must go’ and the like, and it was a sad sight. It was also very busy – we all love a bargain. I don’t think I’ve seen so many members of staff on duty there before either – all of whom will be losing their jobs once the stock has been sold.
In my own home, I’ve got all kinds of stuff from Habitat. Very little in the way of furniture – I’ve always aspired to own some of their furniture, but hadn’t reached that point yet. (Though I do have a pink coffee table from there, which belonged to my parents and dates back to the 1980s. The fact that I’ve just said it’s pink makes it sound a bit dodgy, but really, it’s very nice. Honest.) The kitchen is full of their designs though – plates, mugs, tea towels, aprons, glasses, trays, storage jars, chopping boards… About six years ago I saved up and bought a whole set of Habitat china – plates, bowls, side plates, pasta bowls – and I still love the design as much as I did when I bought them. (I know it was six years ago because I paid for it using money I earned working to process and count votes at the 2005 general election!)
So I will be sad to see those doors close, and wonder what will take its place? In terms of a competitor, I suppose shoppers will drift to Dwell, John Lewis and M&S, but I don’t think there’s anything out there offering the same quality of design under one roof. In London there is Heal’s and the Conran Shop, but out in the sticks shops like that are thin on the ground.
By the way, thic photo is of our little cat, Daisy, sitting on a Habitat bag – she loves paper bags, and has played in Habitat bags since she was a kitten. I’m not convinced she’s realised yet how the closure of Habitat is going to affect her.



If someone had predicted five years ago that I would have a collection of coloured glass vases and dishes, I would not have believed them. And yet, that’s exactly what I have: for the past few years, I have been snapping up coloured glass vases and I now have what amounts to a collection. It was not something I planned, and just grew bit by bit. I am very careful with what I buy and won’t bring a new vase into the house unless I love it. At the same time, there are a few I already own that I can see being replaced by other ones over time.
Over the weekend we found a pretty (to my eyes) green vase in a junk shop here in Nottingham. The asking price was a lot more than I usually spend (most pieces I’ve bought have been £5 or less, with a few exceptions), but we got the seller down to £20 and walked away happy. The shop’s owner thought it might be vase by Danish glass producers
Amongst the cobbled streets and tea shops of York there is a modern treasure:
I had all of last week off, and spent some of it visiting family in York. Ever since I was born, I have been visiting York two or three times a year, but it’s always been family visits rather than an actual holiday. This trip was a little different: my mum and I stayed at a bed and breakfast near the centre of town, and spent time exploring as tourists. Mum grew up in York and so knows the city well, but she had never been on a boat trip along the river, which is something we both enjoyed during our stay. (Though she had crossed the river on a boat before: it often floods, and she remembers being ferried across the river as a schoolgirl on army boats during some particularly high waters.)
We visited my grandfather a couple of times during our stay, and spent one afternoon with him looking over all the old family photo albums. There were a few pictures of the way his house looked in years gone by – this one shows the dining table-end of the living room, and a little of the kitchen. I love the way the room is styled, and it reminds me of some interiors I’ve seen in magazines in more modern times. My grandfather made most of the furniture in the house himself (even the fitted kitchen), and much of it remains, though these days the room is a little more cluttered.
It has a decent garden, three bedrooms (one’s too small to hold a bed though), a bathroom, a sitting room, and a kitchen/dining room. And as of about two weeks ago, we have finished working on it. Our house is FINISHED. We have no other projects planned for it.

