THE LEAVES HAVE ALL turned golden and billowed off the trees, falling, falling and there is an undeniable crispness in the morning air, and not evening goes by without thought of a fire or candles lit, and there’s just something a little romantic and cosy about the days now.  Yesterday [the entire week, in fact] was filled with work on an enormous project that have been working for the past two years or so now, and there is more inspiration here, before the week is through, but for now, shades of autumn in warm wood, faux fur, and umber . . .