Coming home these days seems to be all about the food. Something about autumn makes me feel like stockpiling, just in case I need to hibernate, so this morning I bought a few kilos of tomatoes at the market. A cauldron of sauce, destined to be frozen in single serving bags, has been quietly bubbling for the past 3 hours or so.
Just before I went away (not counting my very brief trip home with Laura) I found British apples in Waitrose and I’ve been excitedly looking forward to coming back and finding them at the farmers’ market. I wasn’t dissapointed. And there were still raspberries, so crumble may be in order.
Now I’ve got a book eligible to win an award with ‘children’ in its name.
And my own bed to curl up in. So big!
Introducing the first in an ongoing series of guest posts. I'm honoured that we're beginning with this vital letter from Emi Ito.
Emi has been outspoken about the cultural appropriation of the kimono in fashion and has helped many makers and designers find a less hurtful approach to naming their patterns and products.