Sit On My Face

I miss Linda Barker. I miss her indomitable attempts at pan-cultural home furnishing - why shouldn't your Moroccan souk dining room nestle comfortably beside your Shinto-influenced kitchen? And having enjoyed an evening meal of finest fusion foods, who says it might be a little confusing to retire to a Belle Epoque velvet boudouir after ablutions in your lovingly recreated Icelandic Hot Spring bathroom, complete with hourly-erupting geyser?

My life has been the poorer since Changing Rooms vanished from our TV screens some years ago, and without Linda's aesthetic guidance my home has fallen into a sludgy domestic pit of beige. However I'm suddenly emboldened by the range of cushions shown above, which were drawn to my attention yesterday. In dire times, we need all the inspiration we can get, and I think we can draw something valuable from this line, which as you can see includes Churchill, Bob Marley, and, er, Anne Frank. 

Yes, that's the Anne Frank Scatter Cushion. I can only assume that inside the shop (Wigmore Street, W1, since you ask), you can also obtain the Yan Palak T-towel ("non-flammable"), the Martin Luther King egg-timer ("I have a dream of the perfect boiled egg!"), and the Woody Guthrie Gardening Glove ("This land is your land, but you don't need to get it under your fingernails, no sir."). Or perhaps not. Either way, I'd be very keen indeed to know how those particular cushions are selling. And who on EARTH buys them....