It started with my grandmother’s brass table lamp, the one that lived on the piano at her house in Cornwall. She died when I was thirty and I inherited it, and for months I turned it on and off just to hear the click. I’ve been obsessed ever since.

I’m not a designer. I trained in textiles, worked in editorial for a while, and now I write mostly for pleasure. This diary is where I keep every light I’ve fallen for. Table lamps, pendants, wall lights, the occasional lantern. All with links to buy them if you’re taken with any of them yourself.

I don’t take sponsorship. Some of the links here earn me a small commission when you buy through them. That’s what makes the diary keep going. It never costs you a penny more.