Love you, Papa!

Last Sunday was Father’s Day, and I spent some time remembering my dad, who passed away when I was just thirteen.

I drank a toast to ‘Papa’ from his favourite crystal lowball glass. My parents have always had excellent taste in their everyday wares, so much so that I gladly use timeless their glasses and dishware today.  I think this is part of where my aesthetic comes from: my every day surroundings when I grew up in Germany.

I have such fond memories of my dad. He was a very involved father to all his six children.

We had lots of fun together.

Love you, dad!