Green days and a shoot for Mr Testino.

A private sitting and a photographer with a cat allergy – six flights later and the pregnant strawberry spacehopper I’ve become arrived with bundles of foliage hotly pursued by the funny tailed studio mog.

Made a mess, then it looked lovely. Whiteleaf, guelder rose, lily and dill.

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That I love you? If I haven’t, well I do. I’m surrounded by blousey Brigitte Bardot peonies, flirty at their best show offy at their worst.

Flowers for a friday.
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P.S Fluffy hortenses and sweet william are back too.

In my clear out for cots and the like I’ve found lots of teen memorabilia, among them several cringoid diary entries, bad art and a box of frosted rimmel lipsticks.

Back then polaroids were still the rage from the first time round and blooms never got a look in. Life simply revolved around the fantasy love triangle that starred me John Taylor and Judd Asher Nelson the first.

Times have changed, tears shed over tapes from anxsty paramours past are long gone – my heart belongs to flowers now and most days I no longer yearn to be a pop stars wife. I am however willing to concede on a mix for Gypsy Rose Junior and with tons of music friends the boogy tunes for baby are rife.

Joni is a dead cert, Ink Spots loom…Lena Horne today is a must and I’m wondering if a Beatlesque beat will be appreciated?

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A posey for a friends christening….interspersed with a near bun fight at an NTC sale, a Passport to Pimlico, an inscription to baby Constance in The Surprise of Ms Spry, (flower girls it’s really rather good) and Nappy bags of the Cath Kidston variety.

I wonder if there’s any rock and roll in sight.

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Just when I thought his blog was about to take the baby and soft furnishing route….I get asked to do a fashionable affair in the country, dress code pastel chiffons…and styling wise, lilacs, pink champagne and splashes of Cecil Beaton.

This job is going to require Captain being dashing, backdrops of the dramatic type, large urns and a stuffed zebra or two. Oh and a vehicle a tad bigger than Mabel. Don’t you love this back garden of his?

More soon…

Lacey swoonerooning …We’ve been indulging in a bit of doily action on the boat this week. The result of my girl crush on these frilly things? Paper panels for a tall shop window – a really stylish but simple backdrop for summer.

It’s this time of year I start the snorefest of feverishly making bunting but this spring instead of getting tangled in fraying fabrics I’m going to whip this idea for a friends wedding in July. Easy peasy gypsy prettiness – how much fun?

Meantime…it’s all about meanwhile gardens, reading La Lady, craving lemon cake and listening to Private Lives.

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Spring cleaning is resulting in vintage bedrooms of the baby girl type, a dash of caravan love, and fabulous floral fancies for a wall montage.

On the photography front… I’ve been told to get pinholing, tres I love Lucy, on budget and hip in the flower world they say.

Flowers for a tuesday xxx

It was the last of the blossom on our cherry tree this week and lovely Mercedes took some piceroos so I thought I’d quickly share.

Bit of vintage in the wheelhouse, my neat box hedges and Madame Cholet pouncing on puddles.

This is what I should be doing but rain is halting play…so I’m reading up on Chelsea and yearning for a bit of Normandy instead.

This week..the aftermath of a leaky boat, doily bunting, a Willy Wonka window and flowers for a hero on Harley Street.

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Iris, Betty Rose, Jasmine, Bluebell, Constance, Harper, Flora and Posie are just a few of the names being bandied about for Gypsy Rose Junior but it’s Blossom that seems to be getting suggested the most in our daft floral name search. Not least because we have a history with Blossom Dearie but also it’s just lovely.

Pretty apt then that this is the view from the window in our boat roof, that she is blasting out of the portholes and why I find myself in discussion with jazz cat Bob over May dates and if the late Ms Dearie herself would approve.

I reckon she, with a doobin doobin da dwee , just might…as for blooming trees, don’t you just wish they were like this all year round?

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This week we found out that our Gypsy Rose Junior is a she and we’re sooo excited, now scouting for floral girls names…

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