Gypsy Rose Flowers

Because you’re mine…

Because you’re mine…

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

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

A recent find, romantically introduced to me by fellow flower lovers.

xxx

P.S I love you

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

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

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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