JANE MIDDLETON

This is what I do. I travel to India to find treasure. I go down narrow alleyways and winding backstreets, through the clutter and the hooting and the fumes into bustling markets and hole-in-the-wall shops piled high with fabrics and blankets and tablecloths and trinkets, dusty and gleaming and gorgeous. It’s hot and it’s tiring but I look and I touch and I haggle and I bargain and then I bring it all back and put it out for you to come and take your pick.