Brown usually fills me with quiet horror, a lingering trauma from years spent in every possible shade of it for school uniform. Even our socks had to be brown.
But something about this throw said “shhhhh…. you love me”
Perhaps because it was all rich fudge and cosy vibes during a frosty weekend on the South Coast. Maybe it was the way the winter light hit those warm tones, or maybe I just needed more chocolate in my life?
The Airbnb, Station Road Loft in Berry, was full of beautifully curated details – vintage tins, delicate teacups, even framed agricultural show certificates. Every corner felt considered.
A total dream for someone with a minor obsession.
