Gypsy Rose Flowers

Girl with the pearl

Girl with the pearl

I really wish I could take pictures like this

pearls

Beatles and brogues

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A fine stripe, sweaty collar and a jaunty yellow? Must be an August wedding.

beatles

An absolute favourite Fab Four tune, indulge me tippity tap the record and play.

O'snewshoes

A fine pair of shoes. O’s new Great Gatsby trotters. They do great girls ones too.

xxx

Petals and pinboards

Good things today…
heytuss

1. Tussie Mussies for a fashion show.
2. Raspberry beret school bags
3. Discussing (avert your eyes) a colour themed wedding.

xxx

Goodbye Ruby Tuesday

flowershoes

Flower shop shoes. Want, will and may well wobble…

dahlia

Red dahlias and childish reads.

Camera catchings

Out and about on my bike with old cameras.

Smile!

xxx

Frames and flowers

21-Male-and-FemaleHugo

16-Spring11-Swirl

14-Hyacinth17-Sweet-Pea

Us flower girls are always collecting various stemmed ephemera and my heart’s a patter for Hugo Guiness and his fabulous frames… perfect for a grey barn wall. xxx

A bloom with a view

Pondering a life in France, could we should we? Apres vous…

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Doors and delphs

Dreamingofaroseydoornormandy

Fellas, every girl dreams of flowers over a porch…even us frenchy florists. And as a front door in Normandy beckons…I wonder, rambling roses, old dutch or wysteria? xxx

Beetroots and banter

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Most definitely the colour purple and a week at home in france and dreaming of a flower shop as aussi belle que mes amis in Paris. Taxidermy and tulips Tim?

beet3

Plotting barn conversions, feasting on Eila’s blog, Ma’s treats and cooking in the guise of Eliabeth David..

beet

Lusting after visits to the Loire, family recipes, traiteurs and beetroots.

See it’s not all Bonne Maman, Amelie and onions. xxx

Lost without lupins

Leaving wedding banter, Maman du Bride, Normandy Sissinghurst plans and Herve the gardener behind…I felt like poor Chipie.

marc3perdu

But promply plumply, promptly… found myself down cobbled streets in the comfort of my friend Marc’s lovely shop for, oh dear, impromptu bouttoniere banter. xxx

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