A meeting of two minds in London, sparkling glass, hot pink roses laced with jasmine – an effortless swoon in June and a fine romance.
Our Taylor Burtons swapped the South of France and the Ritz Carlton 1964 for SW3, sunny skies and an antique Porsche as their steed.
Peatini’s were supped, Jasmine wafted and this girl got to dance to a bit of Warwick, Bacharach and Ritchie with not a Dexy’s midnight runner in sight.
What the world needs now is…. xx
Swoon what a treat – I woke this morning to the most delicious email from a friend in LA with unseen unpublished Monroe images from the 1950’s. Did you know she adored gardening and loved flowers? A Gypsy icon to the last.
Said pal and I had tirelessly cased out the brentwood bunglow where she’d once lived, gawped at the self confessed greenfingers garden and dreamt of drinking peach ice tea with our heroine.
Twas not to be but rose bushes there were a plenty and this amorous apricot rose was named after her. Check out the naturel pics from Life magazine.
* Note to my dears, her actual fleurs du choix were white roses and delphiniums – a whole other post! xx
Bon amities…to losing leeks in hedges down the towpath, giggling in E&O at the sight of an opal, staring at friends baby bumps, finding my first delicious dash of blue bee delphs…
To sharing peach peonies with pals and giggling over homemade peppermint tea, to saving a mouse from the duke, battling with broad beans in the midday sun, enjoying sweet peas and twisting heavenly hydrangea garlands for my girls.
Here we are on this hot sunny waiting for a visit from fashion royalty, gardening till dusk, searching for derniere peonies, and hooplaa’ing for hydrangeas.
is for gardening, growing gooseberries, gardenia, great friends, graciousness, grilled fish, gretna green (at this rate), grand designs, georgina, general joviality, gershwin, geraniums, gorgeous headbands, gracelands (not the album), ganache, george formby, grumpy cats and go go dancing.
A weekend of escapism for the Gypsy Roses, daring feasts courtesy of captain upon fine vintage lace and some fabulous floral finds.
Waiting for the rain and reports on leeks, lovage and lavender to come. xx
And having good flower friends round for an afternoon tea.
Sujets du jour: Tussy mussy’s, vintage fairs, white weddings, italian eggs, stroppy brides. Gypsy Roses, Primrose Hill walks, Sweet William, John Torrode, Crazy horses, opal rings, sage green cello and tying the knot.
… co-starring a whole lot of hats, Kate’s lemon drizzle…an elderflower sponge and strawberry sandwiches. Fun.
xxx
Pink is my shrink this week and in search of a gown I seldomly frown. What could be prettier than Givenchy – but carnations and asparagus fern?
A photo by my dearest friend Tim which sums up my gypsyrose gardening efforts today.
Ce jour la, we’ve been preparing god daughter teas, sowing sweet peas, carrot seeds and planning a cottage garden.
Wednesday’s woes
Lizzyanthus (texaco garage fleur)
Lack of lily of the valley at market
Rainy port holes
No Arsenal at Rome – O’s moan
Womans hour not working on 4
Wednesday’s heroes
Silver shoes
Discovering wild roses on the towpath
Reasonable Routemasters
Getting to spend tomorow with Elfin
Chantily lace bustles
Wednesday brings you a magical picture taken by my sailing friend Inness.
A distinguished wall of picture frames is one of my favourite things ever…
…that and fabulous emporiums. Shrimps cooked by O after a Goldbourne Fishery visit, our scented terrace and fading roses.
The Gypsy Rose garden and the boat have been invited to star in a chic coffee table book so we’re dead excited, hoping our courgettes grow in time and frantically pruning…
Today we’re sniffing back the tears as we watch peonies fade and sharing plates with mates…
It’s Candlelight, camera and action in Fulham Palace and a stolen silhouette.
Having giggled in changing rooms with an excited bride at Temperley, to this…
Lily of the valley, yup. Seas of Blossom, for sure. Gale force winds and a beautiful day, yes siree. Petals in my hair? Hell yeah.
Movie stars, decadence, a dash of britishness and a dollop of glamour.
Starring:
A Hog Roast.
Bacarra roses.
Dishy ushers.
Lots of girls in Laboutin.
Mabel.
Me in a ripped petticoat.
Peonies a plenty.
Mr and Mrs B.
* Please note at no point was a church hoover hurt in the making… x
