As you've probably gathered I am a hoarder, minimalism can look stunning but it just isn't for me, my shelves are crammed to bursting with books and while I like the look of the odd bare surface most of mine are adorned with something I've come across and been unable to walk away from. Add to this the fact my boyfriend is similarly fond of homely spaces and you have a couple with an awful lot of 'stuff', in fact our parents were in disbelief at the sheer number of boxes as they helped us move house. So really, the last thing I needed was to go poking around in various still-packed boxes stored tidily in a corner of our guest bedroom and find yet more things I wanted to display . . . . .
But somehow that is what happened! I've been a lover of blue and white crockery all my life - for this I credit my maternal Grandmother and her large collection - and these balls serve no purpose other than looking pretty and perhaps acting as paperweights here and there.