Soul SEARCHING
Genevieve Harris was on her way to the shops when a sign caught her eye. Executing a tidy U-turn, she drove purposefully towards her new destination, a local car boot fair, as her children exchanged long-suffering glances. Once there, Genevieve disappeared into the bargain-savvy crowd; a tea dress-clad, heat-seeking missile on course for her target. Ten minutes later, she reappeared brandishing her motley booty: an Imari charger, Bakelite phone and Delft candlestick. As this ‘unabashed’ maximalist puts it: ‘I don’t stick to one style or era; it’s just about finding things that I like, something with soul.’
It was her unerring
