Snap shots of a Sunday.

A few weeks ago a group of family and friends gathered, bloom in hand at a church in Notting Hill for a flower themed naming ceremony. Strict instructions were to arrive with a stem of something they loved. Gorgeousness followed with a lot of bluebells, blowy peonies, roses and blossom and a wonderful pianist tinkling Debussy to welcome Harper. A great day.

I may be biased but a crowd of people all meandering flower in hand along the streets of W11 is definitely the best look ever.

Thank you all for giving us a room full of love, lupins, poetry and laughter. Much fun.

Txxx

I’m back from a blissful field trip in France, wet by tea and home to barns, charolais cows, huge wide blue skies, white butterflies and mamas mini Sissinghurst.

This florists wedding beckons and you’ve all been asking what I’m doing. Simple pots pots pots of the above, green glassed posies and twisted heart shaped treats beckon. There may even be a Lagonda, a sweetpea or two, peach macaroons and some retro Johnny.

Don’t get me wrong Normandy bound music lovers, that’s just an I quite like his old stuff maybe.

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This week, sweet scented gardenia and plans for another nervous bride, a visit with a fashion designer and tulle, tulle, tulle.

xxx

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Leaving bunny love behind in Queens park and heading for hazels in Normandy, I’m missing my beady eyed pals, a really yum pumpernickel and Captain.

French adventures to come that may well involve bunting and wysteria hearts.

Happy tuesdays.

xxx