When I had no children, not a care in the world, freedom baby yeah more disposable income when I lived in the UK, I happened to develop an Orla Kiely fetish.
I have spoken of my love for her wares before.
This love, it does not end. I am still faithful to her. There are many Orla Kiely-branded items in this house, from handbags to wellies to wallets to dishes.
Recently, I came across a shopping bag in the basement, a bag that has traveled across the ocean with us. It’s a bag that is from Orla Kiely’s flagship London store, a place that when I walk into I sort of spontaneously combust. (LOOK AT IT!)
What am I to do with this bag? I don’t need it. I am not going to use it again. It’s collecting dust. BUT it’s beautiful. It’s one of my favourite patterns.
(Am I weird? When I see some of her patterns, I literally have a physical response. Like heart palpitations. Like the flutter of new love. I really, truly adore her patterns.)
An idea suddenly sprang forth. I have some Ikea art all over the house, stuff bought as a student or when I was being really cheap, that I’d really like to replace. But I want to replace it with decent stuff and I don’t have the resources to do that yet.
I had an A-Ha moment. I got some scissors and glue.
Not bad, eh? Too bad I can’t cut straight. Will work until I win the lottery and commission some original art (ha ha). Just don’t look too closely or it looks like crap. Sorry, Orla. I still love you!!