They say that the older you get .....

..... the simpler you want it!

Today is a tale of a coffee table update: of how the romance of a 1980s country house style survivor, one morning, simply wasn't there. It looked as I felt, too darn big, over-blown and with sharp corners. 

So, a coffee table update intended to be the beginnings of a bid for freedom - freedom from status and display - and a slow steady march towards pared down simplicity.

This is the end result and worth even the unceremonious way it was dumped, in its packaging, in the middle of the living room floor. Dumped with the sincerest of smiles and a cheery wave goodbye!

Did the world need another interior design blog?

Apparently!

The Blue Remembered Hills is an occasional journal of home: the journey to and from and how despite always being there, we can never go back. 

Into my heart an air that kills

From yon far country blows:

What are those blue remembered hills,

What spires, what farms are those?

This is the land of lost content,

I see it shining plain.

The happy highways where I went

And cannot come again. 

A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad