Monday, 10 October 2011

Cushion the blow.

Autumn is here, the leaves are coming off the trees, the temperature has dropped and the forecast across the UK is for another long hard Winter. What better way to comfort against the cold than with some new sofa ornamentation (cushions to you or I) to buoy all that extra indoor snuggling time.

These two glorious ones are by Michelle Mason, they’d make lovely Christmas presents too, or is it really too early to be thinking about that?
Cushions £45 from Michelle Mason
Hard-wearing cotton satin with pom-pom trims.
Size: 48cm x 28cm
Images: © Michelle Mason 2011

3 comments:

LouBoo said...

Hello...sweet cushions - the weather really has changed hasn't it? I spent yesterday in boots...I love it but now realise that it's going to be like this until March. Hmmm! Lou x

Victoria said...

Great cushions. I do like those little pom poms at the edge.

A busy weekend here. The Huzz watched a lot of Rugby! The usual sporting activities for No. 1 son. A Saturday evening 24km drive around our town which has a 'Light Route' every year - the route the Allies took when they liberated Eindhoven at the end of WWII. Its a real tribute to all Allies knowing they will be remembered by this town forever. The kids love it and sit in the car eating popcorn and Ooooing and Ahhhing over the light.

Oh and I got a Saturday afternoon off shopping with friends and a couple of glasses of Merlot before coming home!

Hope you get out to enjoy a blustery day and some scrumping!

teawithonesugarplease said...

I like the look of those cushions. Hope all is well and no more BM singing surprises...?

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