Simple pleasures

I wrote, a few weeks ago, about how I'd decided to start collecting the dubiously 70s brown range of Hornsey Pottery. 

Having inherited one piece – the biscuit jar among this bundle of treasures – I came around to the idea slowly, but was totally sold after visiting a park cafe filled with the stuff. It just made the place seem so homely and nice, and it went well with the many Ercol chairs in the place, too – which totally de-kitsched the potential effect.

So here is my first find, from a multi-storey junk paradise in southeast London for just £1. I won't drink tea out of anything else at the moment. Isn't it funny how such a small thing can bring such simple joy.

What simple thing in your house brings you comparable daily pleasure?

Post by Kate