Ever the hoarder of all that is fabulous, my Mum has given me a pair of my Great-Great-Aunt's 1950's cushions to take back to London. I'm not entirely sure where to put them, they could either inject a quirky Liberty's touch to the Sofa or add to the reams of pomp and swagger in my Bedroom... Either way though - I need some morally upstanding callers for tea and bridge pronto.
