There comes a time just before Christmas for flower girls where you’ve feel like you’ve done a whole years work and it’s deja new years 2010.

This is when in a feverish flurry of flora you start singing bad Billy Joel songs (you never knew the words to before) at your boyfriend and feign non fatigue.

Let me tell you any sense of mixing and matching goes out the window only to be replaced by fagin fingers, chapstick and hand cream. At times like these it really is better to embrace the weather, pull your leg warmers up and dance on.

I really adore these wonderful mitts from Bud and Branch. Practical and pretty. And as I lay out my flower shop thermals at night, my furry monkey boots and now cardboard petticoats – I know they’ll pull me through.

Freezin with flowers on a friday x

Last week of wreath making is upon us which is kind of sad….but also good, I don’t think our boat could take another pile of nordic spruce and my mannequin hands are looking rather worse for wear.

So here’s some of my favourites so far….missing is Captain Peacock but once I’ve given his plummage a ruffle, I shall post.

Happy wreathing!

xxx

So yes, I’ve been a bit rubbish on the old blog of late so I’m having a full on typewriter moment to make up for it. And, I’ve been asked if it’s all wreaths ‘n blooms at Gypsy Rose. It’s not there’s always room for a bit of vintage schmintage. Here’s more of what’s in store at at the lovely Bluebird store.

Exploding fiery russets, red ilex and amaryllis, know your place. The season can be really rather peaceful.

xxx

I’m having a Christmas calendar moment, thank goodness for a drop of snow… and thanks Jamie, these made my day.

xxx

So, our popeye boat move is imminent…and paint charts are making me think.

That grey would be pretty okay with our two cherry blossoms swaying.

Our records, books and vases, wonky vases and junk, so, paintbrush ready.

The twee jam jar country living implications are tenfold but with a porthole?

Yes, the vibe’s okay, but a putty, chalk or pavement grey? xxx

Fresh from my new crush on pinks I got asked if my blog header was this gardening flower girl and O at the weekend…I wish.

A far more celubrious couple, a carnation grower and his squeeze.

Jeeps, the old school similarities are endless…are we falling in love again?

xxx

In winter in the cold, studded with cloves, the colour of a raggedy headscarf I saw in a shop window , my grandmothers favourite couture moment and a sneaky sunset the colour of apricots at about three forty last thursday…did you see it?

Week three in chelsea… hot elderflower on the hour, soggy thermals under frufru skirts, resisting the urge to cry out luckee ‘eathers, a rather rosy complexion and snoreroo, Mabel twirling and tarting about like a tickled taxi.

Hmm, this blog has become all about the stall but I have been doing other things too, styling for Christmas, partying with tan tan and the rocking and blues merchants and contemplating bumpy life changing events.

This week stallside it’s Arthur Radmore music sheets, amaryllis, babycham bulbs, dovecotes and burnt orange rose domes posing in cricket tankards. Pretty.

A preposterous murder mystery read, dried orange slices at 10p, a moment of a mardiness with a chelsea madame and a proper pining for my old aga.

Who’d be a flower girl.

xxx

Back at the stall this week, it rained and then some. This is incredibly boring for flowers even if they’re trying to tempt you with craning necks from sweet jars. Still, we staged a wreath off with the other Kings Road Florists and, squeak, hope to atleast get an honorable mention with my giant pussy willow and peacock creation.

Not letting la pluie stop play, things to do in SW3 with a pair of scissors also included twirling in petticoats, posing with mabel for japanese toursists (this really could get boring), getting tongue tied when Holly Johnson bought some pompom posies…breathing bouquets, sighing over suculents, drinking lots of earl grey….and repeat to fade, relaxing amongst my roses.

This week I’m asking captain to come up with a jazzy theme tune to reel in those punters.

Moments for a monday xxx

A great first week at Bluebird, meeting the local madcaps, gorgeous people and reminding myself just how hard work a flower stall is – even if it is in the heart of the most beautiful shop in London…but we made it, amazing.

I restricted myself to flowers I adore just in case some of them ended up on the boat – so not a lizzy in sight but plenty of gorgeous roses, nerines and such. Some sold, some surprised me as they sashayed away and some wilted at the sheer froideur.

Mabel survived with a mercy dash to George her mender on monday, I flirted with designer treats my flower shop curves will simply not allow, and all was good for another week. Day five starts tomorrow….I shall, if my band aid fingertips, and my ruby red face survive – post an update.

Love to all

xxx

Beautiful pics from beautiful Beverly x

It started with a kiss, then rained all day but here’s a general feel of how life as Gypsy Rose at Bluebird started on a cold but jolly winters day in Chelsea.

There were a lot of blurry but beautiful roses, many a wreath, Christmas carols and Captain in his new wellies fondly referring to me as his assistant…a lot of fun.

I will post more about the adventures, Mabel nearly conking out on me, moving bedsteads and rolling sweetjars soon – but am surrounded piles of wreaths to make for Mr Designer, the restauranteur and a fashion pal.

P.S I know I know ….I’ve asked for a super canon clicky camera for Christmas.