I had been coveting an Eleanor Pritchard throw ever since I first saw them in Heals, must be upward of ten years ago. So when Mark diverted from stocking filler shopping and came back with a large and squashy bag my hopes were up…and all my wishes came true on Christmas morning. So it was rather disconcerting when the chaos of Christmas had subsided and it was still resisting my efforts to settle it in.



I thought I knew exactly where it belonged – on the back of the lounger where the old Habitat throw had lived so happily for the last fifteen years. But it just wasn’t working – maybe the colours were wrong.







Next I tried it on the back of the Robin Day chair, better but still not right. Probably just a bit too much fabric for the size of the chair, and too much risk of it sliding off when anyone sat down.






So it was third time lucky when I draped it over the back of my vintage sofa – with the bonus that it’s the very first thing you see when you come into the room – home at last.




I’m not sure interiors stories should have morals, but the lessons are…

  • A lovely object deserves the perfect setting
  • You won’t know what that is til you try
  • Keep trying til you get it right

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