It's taken me a whole weekend to recover... and that includes a whole afternoon lying in bed watching the tennis final... do you know what I mean?
What am I recovering from? Thursday night. We had the private view of Ed Kluz's beautiful new show in the shop - which for those of you not able to make it to London can be seen right here online. I love Ed's new scraper board drawings, which are quite beautiful. Someone please tell Nicky Haslam that there's a drawing of his wonderful Hunting Lodge. And there are some rather special Ravilious and Bawden drawings that I'm also dreaming about now.
But it wasn't just a private view. Do you remember me writing, it feels like years ago now, about the beautiful shop sign that Bridie and I were going to have made to celebrate and announce the new shop name? That was back in September last year. How time flies! Well, for various reasons we couldn't do the sign with Dave Smith, who'd we first started talking to. Then I met Ged Palmer at the Art Worker's Guild one evening. Ged turned out to be a sign painter. Ged, I said, we need you. And the rest is history.
It took a while to get Ged going; it took ages to source strengthened restoration-quality glass (helped by our friends over at Jamb, and the beautiful sign Will Fisher had made for his amazing new shop on Pimlico Road). Finally... it all came together. And suddenly, completely unexpectedly, because we didn't think it would be with us for another few weeks, our new sign was going to be up the day before Ed's party.
Adam our builder put it up all day on Wednesday. I was out of London at a site meeting, but began getting various texts and emails saying 'I flipping LOVE the new sign' and other similarly un-enigmatic responses. It was late by the time I drove back into London but I couldn't resist sneaking by to Rugby Street late that evening. The new sign was up in all its glory, and it was so beautiful it made me happier, perhaps, than I've felt all year. Here it is. See what I mean?
It's really pink when the sunshine shines on it, but at dusk it goes the most extraordinary mauve colour.
Anyway, we were all having a lovely time for Ed's view:
When suddenly the Morris Dancers turned up. Nothing premeditated. They just arrived. And someone flicked the crazy switch.