Because you’re mine…
27th September 2010



This week am bending the lovely Virginias stylish ear about vintage floral millinary for a christening frock, giggling as we court controversy and raise a sundae smile with a name.
Planning a floral cross stitch adventure with Fine Cell and trying to convince someone that no, peonies are over…but autumn hydrangeas are most definitely in.
Monday musings from a mama rose. xxx
Downtown Dock leaves
25th September 2010



Not a huge amount of Gypsy Rose happenings on the towpath flower wise it has to be said. Just Harps, Captain and I getting used to life afloat.
Part of London Design week saw our lovely neighbours at Tom Dixon opening their new lifestyle shop, all manner of cool cushions, vintage bits and bobs and some old favourite designers for daughter, all a pram ride away. Like.
Lovely things a plenty for a flower fille and design bods, go visit.
Autumn blooms
21st September 2010





A recent find, romantically introduced to me by fellow flower lovers.
xxx
P.S I love you
15th September 2010



If I could tippety tap a a note it would be Nancy and Betty style, or scribbled maybe on a Warhol cat or two but in lieu, and done with love on my imaginary corona, a thank you for all your lovely messages, bottles of fizz, toys for Mlle’s toy box, frocks for grey days and happy thoughts…you are just my type of friends.
xxx
White letter days
15th September 2010





It’s been a few weeks of days and nights merging, washing lines of frilly baby whites and getting used to life with our darling Harper. She’s been given her first flower book, been rocked to the Ink Spots and been cooed over by a hundred fairy god mothers. So far so good.
Now to nesting for autumn, pining sleep and planning bags of fun, Christmas wreaths, museum visits and dreaming of warmer climates…swoon.
More bluebell banter soon but in the meantime, Happy Wednesday.
xxx
Harper-Rose Bluebell
5th September 2010



It’s been a while I know but a quick postcard to say that Gypsy Rose Junior finally arrived a few weeks ago, with a shout on a sunny friday in London W2.
We’re settling in to life with baby on board. She was fashionably late, noisy, naturally predisposed to petals, bonny and looking very much like her daddy.
We are truly madly deeply. Here she is xxx
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