Camellia Home

Camellia Home

Hidden down the end of Bee Gee’s way in Sutton’s Street is the gem of a space, Camellia Home.

Now, I’m just old enough to remember when Sutton’s street was a lot busier than what it has been in the past decade or so. I’m sure I remember there being markets under the trees on the weekend and I definitely remember when the fabric shop was booming, to be fair it was well before online shopping and even before Northlakes existed. But there are some really great spaces hidden back there, and Camellia Home is one of them.


Isn’t there something so lovely about stepping into a well curated store, looking over all the treasures that have been sourced, having the ability to touch the different textures of the fabrics and stoneware? The delight of feeling the weight of a beautiful book in your hands, and enjoying the scent of a gorgeous candle.

I feel like I’m often in such a hurry that shopping online has become my go to, it especially increased during covid and it’s something I keep doing without much thought. But you know what, I’m sick of shopping from over-filtered pictures online for it to arrive and be a totally different shade, or trying to guess what on earth pamplemousse might smell like - for the record it’s just French for grapefruit.  

I also want to buy good quality pieces that make me feel happy, that I’m not going to be sick of in six months. 

I want my home to be an extension of myself, I want to live amongst things I adore and I want them to last, because purchasing well -is purchasing once.

I want to experience shopping again instead of this quick buy, online, disconnected type of shopping that’s become far too familiar. I don’t want to do that middle of the night scrolling, didn’t even realise that I just spent $200 on lord only knows at 3am from my bed type shopping. 

Are you with me? 


That’s where places like Camellia Home come in, Tania is the (very camera shy) owner who prides herself in choosing quality, classic pieces that stay in style and last forever.  The older (and wiser) I get, the more I realise that’s exactly how I want my purchases to be.

She has gorgeous French soaps and body products, acrylic tumblers, jugs, wine and cocktail glasses, an amazing collection of ginger jars and pots, and her French linen cushions are divine.  You’ll find the store chock full or glorious homewares, candles, ceramic jugs, serving ware, Robert Gordon pottery pieces and large glossy style books to stack high on your coffee table.  

The thing is though, for places like Camellia Home to survive, for us to be able to pick up the vase before we buy it, and feel the bumpy lumpy texture and how cool the stoneware feels in our hands, we need to get in there. We need to visit, we need to use our combined purchasing power to support the stores and the people that we want to see succeed. The ones providing the gorgeous spaces for us to experience shopping, instead of just going through the

I know it seems like I’m having some sort of Cher from Clueless moment and over romanticising shopping, but I’m being completely serious. I always harp on about finding simple joy, and friends THIS IS IT!

Simple joy can be visiting a beautifully curated store instead of walking into a fluro charged mega mart (or clicking add to cart and contributing to some insufferable muppet’s space mission).

When was the last time you took your time, you listened to the music and chatted with the staff, held things, and enjoyed the aroma of the candles burning or oils diffusing.  When was the last time you took the time to pick things up and felt their weight and the different textures and really enjoyed the way it had all been laid out for you. 


This is what finding simple joy is all about, it’s making the mundane magic, the everyday tasks as beautiful as you can. 

You can find simple joy in lots of places if you try, even at the end of BeeGee’s Way…


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