Recently, I was at my mum and dad’s house, going through old photos and cards. It’s only really been in my thirties that I have begun to appreciate things like seeing my great grandmother’s handwriting on the back of a faded postcard.
When I was younger, my grandmother gave me a little book that she had hand written recipes into. The recipes were hers, various aunties, and great grandparents. I came across the book when unpacking my bookshelves in our new little cottage here.
It inspired me to create this kitchen kit – thinking about what Marcie might want when she moves out and sets up her own home.