harriet bedford

Dust, Fabric and Brass.

It is with great sadness that I report to those few who read this and haven’t yet heard (with honesty, it’s not going to be many of you) that Humphrey Lyttleton died recently, aged too damned old.

I am particularly upset about this. Linda Smith’s death hit me in an odd sort of way. I was just getting to know her and her death annoyed me rather than anything else, but Humph’s death feels like a proper bereavement. I never saw him in concert – I even missed the chance to see I’m Sorry I’ll Read That Again live when it visited Devon.

I just listen to ISIRTA every night before I go to sleep and I will miss him. I have designed a little silver trumpet pendant and will be wearing that from now on. I might buy a 9ct gold “Samantha” charm from Elizabeth Duke and shove that on the chain too….I feel that there is space for an innocent yet perfectly crafted bit of innuendo here, but I can’t do it. Not as well as Humph anyway. He always cracked one off before I could even open my mouth.

The dust in the title didn’t refer to Humph – although, well, perhaps it does now, but to my flat which is in the process of being rather violently redecorated. There is dust everywhere. And mess. And horror. I am not happy.

However I do have a 6 foot long chaise longue arriving any day now….that’s it at the top of the page. I don’t have any space for it at all, but it is marvellous so I really don’t care.

No cheesecake recipe this month. I know I sort of suggested I might, but I have been too busy shifting this blog to its colourful, comment-friendly new home (good old WordPress), getting ill on Bollinger (first time I’d ever had it. It is yummy) buying fabric and planning an Etsy invasion.

I will possibly also be doing some master classes in jewellery in London in the near future. More news as and when.

Kissy-kiss and out.

x hb 

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