*champs on bit* *whinnies* Looky looky. Bristol's esteemed Big Chill Bar went and got a face-lift. And a name-lift. It is now The Small Horse. We szushed, shushzed, zoozshed, re-vamped some benches in Kirkby's Underground weaves (what terrific taste Small Horse supremo Rebecca has) and tarted up (that's a technical...
It feels like a VERY VERRRRY long time ago since we three Staple Sisters ensconsed ourselves in our freezing bracing sweatshop of a hovel workshop turning out what felt like a GABILLION (that is an accurate-ish estimate) seat pads for the fabulous routed ply armchairs, sofas...
*Smooths hair, picks lint off epaulettes, does dainty cough. So, like, we did some leather high stools for a VERY VERY VERRRRRRY fancy private dining room at (sotto voce) Cl*ridges (I think we've effectively respected their privacy with that single asterisk, yes?). . We did a fair amount of...
Hello darlings. We know it's been a while. We've not been IGNORING you, darlings, we've just been BUSY. I hardly know where to start. It's been like, ya ya ya, and cha cha cha, and uh hu uh uh huh. Let's see. Have you been down to...
Stitch No Evil, Staple No Evil, Hammer No Evil We made it through 2014. It got a bit hairy at the end, but WE MADE IT. It got proper busy. We collaborated with the mighty Russell on this f a b u l o u s...