Of course, no trip to London is complete without my pilgrimage to the Orla Kiely store on Monmouth. I had a free afternoon on Sunday, so I got on my walking shoes, my sunglasses, my ipod (yes, I still use an ipod) and headed to get my shop on.
And you know what, nothing floated my boat. Nothing. I think since I was there in February, not enough of the inventory had turned over. Some new spring stuff that didn’t really excite me and all the housewares were the same. I decided to check out a store I had heard about many times and headed to Heal’s on Tottenham Court Road. Heal’s is the manufacturer of the awesome Orla furniture that costs more than a college education. And take note, you fine folks, they had more Orla than Orla.
And truly, who could resist a store with this Eames quote proudly displayed on the ground floor in the spa section? Yeah, a housewares and furniture store with a spa section. Someone pinch me.
And not kidding about the Orla-gasm. Check all this out:
And, to add insult to injury, two Orla chairs were on sale. I actually spent about 15 minutes trying to figure out how to get them in my suitcase. Of course, even at 60% off they were way more than the cash I have in the bank. Mucho dinero. Or mucho poundos.
Okay, lest you think it’s only Orla, it’s actually a 3-story department store filled with everything you could imagine including kitchen and bathrooms. Think very high end and curated with more taste than Ikea. And there was a cafe, but no meatballs. I coveted this awesome starburst clock. I want one of these for the kitchen and love the design of this one, though it was a smidge too big.
I also love the new trend for Pantone products in homage to the color matching system of the same name (PMS…hmmm). Fun and cheerful, even with PMS.
And finally, in the art section, these very slick images of the two best Bonds ever. James Bonds.
And just to verify that Catherineholm is hot, Heal’s had its own version of an enamelware print.
Of course, I did have to walk away with something. I bought some super cute Orla enamel planters for these very sad plants sitting on the kitchen windowsill, naked in their plastic pots from the nursery. I am sure they will cheer up in these pots. And if I actually water them.
(Apologies for the shoddy picture quality. Maeve wasn’t here to be my genius photographer. Plus, I took these surreptiously on my phone to avoid being thrown out of the store.)