Category: Dirty Books

Sometimes there is so much mess I can’t even decide where to start photographing. Admittedly my daughter has a box-room and struggles for space […]

Don’t you just love that feeling when you slide open a patio-door? The smoothness of it, the silence. It’s like a hot knife through […]

Of all the household chores, the one I find hardest is vacuuming. It’s awkward and requires strength and mobility to both operate and manoeuvre […]

Bookshelves, a place of order and neatness. Paperbacks, hardbacks, big ones, small ones, fat ones, thin ones, a range of subject matter, a variety […]

I see clothes strewn across the bed, I groan inwardly and roll my eyes. I tell myself it’s not my room and to just […]

An artist’s studio can be a hive of activity, a space to create and experiment, to start new projects and revisit old ones. It […]

Those lingering smells of last night’s curry are briefly reignited by hot water hitting encrusted pans. Removing them allows you to start afresh. It’s […]