I know, ou est tu? Teeny curly haired toddlers, flowers and OAP pussies occupy.

Throw in a dash of quicksand weddings, rollers in Rome and the craziness of adding to our little family. That said, I prom to get my blog mojo back and spill on a summer of silly.

This week we’re Somerset housing with Harpers godpapa and a zillion rocky red dahlias…bundles of pretty to come but to the show you must go. xxx

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And… sitting in trees all of a whimsy.

I wish, actually despite an apparent loss of vivre re blogging it’s mainly been about juggling writing projects, being a mama, nurturing a pea in the pod, plotting a blush Rome wedding and trying not to fall into the gypsophila pom pom craze (but rather love) xxx

A lovely thought on so many levels. Thanks sweet Nels. x

And breathe. God daughters, green bean eating ponies, country living, best friends and tutus. Reasons we’re escaping out of town. xxx

Teenage sundays xxx

Those I have a cup of tea with at 6am and and why I heart being British. xxx

When a florist stuck up a wobbly ladder with a camera just doesn’t cut the moutarde. The lovely Maggie and Bobby photographed by Sarah Lauren.

Summer loving xxx

Hedges of hortenses at mamans, rhubarb jam, hidey holes, blue boats, sunny skies, curly haired girls and apple trees.

Places we call home x

Gosh, being a maman and juggling flower projects means I’ve had little time for taking pics of projects or blogging about the fripperies and calamity Jane elements of flowers.

Here’s just a few of the pretties I’ve got to play with along the way…true blues, weddings, shoots, dinners and love. x

A few fashion shoots, continued gardening leave and working on a new site…le news here. Social media street cred nil points. Be back soon. Squeak. xxx