They shoot horses. Don’t they?

The horse cushion’s back from the magazine, but it didn’t get shot.

No kill fee either…

Righto, putting silly puns and wounded pride aside now, here’s the completed cushion, exclusively for readers of Skinny laMinx, in the home of moi and mon homme.

Cushion by me, chair by clever husband Paul, as is the table (copied from a magazine pic), and heck, he made the bookshelf too (a birthday present to me)! The wonderful painting is by my studiomate, Medina Morphet, bought last year with some well-timed royalties money.
There also was a slice of Christmas cake by my mother-in-law on the table, but by the time I’d taken a pic I liked, it had been eaten (note denial implicit in use of third person).

And in the interests of overkill on this topic, here’s my attempt at a super-saturated Elle Decoration UK style shot. Look closely and you can see me and Paul getting married in the snowdome. Enjoy your weekend, everyone.