It’s Oliver’s birthday - he’s a nef-phew and that means he’s a boy. So I can’t believe what Mo got him for a present. I mean, what kind of boy would prefer a pair of cushuns to a squeaky turkey? Or a boomer acqua football?
It seems our nef-phew, Oliver, has just got a flat - so I suggested a puncture repair kit. Not as sexy as a big bag of gravy bones but I don’t think cyclists worry about that - have you see the hats they wear?
Anyway, Mo insisted on cushuns. She picked out some of her favourite fabrics and asked her friend Ioulia to make them.
One had lots of drawings on it of skinny people dancing and was done by someone called A.D.Ziner. The other cushen was called “vintij” - which just means old. (I don’t think she told Oliver that.) and hand-printed by Marina Mill who makes stuff for the Queen when she isn’t busy doing stuff for Mo. (http://marinamill.co.uk )
Here’s some pictures we took of them - I like the one best with my purple boot in it.
Love Archie Art Director. xx