A bedside table has become one of my most beloved, essential pieces of furniture. I saw a photograph of an antique French pot cupboard years ago and fell for it, head over heels. I’ve been longing for one, something made from real wood, something with some history and character, something elegant and highly functional. In London we had a very wide bed, it fit all of us when the children joined us in the night but left no room for a little table. My family surprised me with a pot cupboard on Mothering Sunday. Great secret! I am so lucky.
I’m partial to writing before bed, and often upon waking to plan my day, so I like to have my fountain pen and writing book in a drawer, with a good lamp, at a good height. A spot for the ink bottle is very nice. It sounds simple, but without these, my best habits fall apart. I misplace my writing materials, it’s too dark to write, I get disorganised and distressed without the bedtime routine I’m fond of. I like to have my knitting nearby, a couple of books I’m reading, a glass of water or a cup of tea. This one is marble topped, so I needn’t worry about my cup. Its colours are quite entrancing.
In fact the cupboard is also lined in marble, as it was originally designed to hold a chamber pot. How do you like that for old fashioned? It just so happens that the table perfectly matches the old bed I refinished.