A Confession

I have a little habit. It might be an addiction, and perhaps it is not so little. Magazines. I love them. I think it is the images, the styling, the way things are arranged. Now, reading blogs and viewing wonderful flickr photos has helped with this. But there is nothing like lying in bed or a favourite armchair and a cup of coffee and just opening those fresh pages of a new magazine.

I can remember vividly that I was 16 and had a blissful weekend at my aunt’s house. Against her chest of draws in the spare room was an enormous tower of ‘Country Living Magazine’, and that is when the love started. Now over 20 years on I don’t think I have missed many issues. Although growing up in the glorious English countryside, I have spent the majority of my adult life a city dweller. The content and the pictures still lure me in, cheer and inspire me. I think the magazine must be quite a happy family or a indeed a delightful job because editors seem to stay for ages.

This month is fab, and there are so many really good features/photos. An indulgence perhaps, but a really beautiful one.

1 thought on “A Confession”

  1. Totally agree. I got into ‘Homes and Antiques’ magazines a couple of years ago, and am absolutely hooked. I just love a little snoop around arty-crafty homes and this is the easiest way to do it, without getting arrested…

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