Sometime, apolgz.
Brought Stevie Belle in to the world, received flowers, went deaf in one ear, fell in love with Andrew Sewards Tribute to Jess, had a Mother of pearl mo and woohoo made our first welly booted steps to escape the city.
Love, bis and hope all’s well in your worlds.
xxx
A year of lovestories, crazy photoshoots, films, weddings, soirees and flowers for fabuloso clients and good friends…Happy New, oh you know… xxx
An escape to Thumbers…and in no particular order: wild firs, bracken, snow, baby bumps, nosey sheep, smokey fires, fading flowers, sturdy landy’s, good friends, bumps, hares, deer, tea and this. No baubs, gold, glitter ‘n chrissy shizzle…yet.
Love x
Behind the scenes at a secret wedding in Italy in September. So much fun. lovely team, sweltering heat, lots of pippettes and the best little helper. xxx
A weekend of godparents, old and new, Victoria Park…leaf collecting, canals, open fires and reading this…because everyone elses blogs are full of pumpkins and soup recipes. Mine is not I’m eating a cheapo waitrose ready made Tiramisu.
xxx
Kinfolk.
An arty type sang this to me on a flower shoot this week …it happens, but gosh always as if it’s something new but never as well or as waspy as the Liber.
(want that bath) xxx
Just that, Flowers for Mr T and the Burberry gang xxx
Otherwise known as flower ways I never use but now love and fun-ness at a secret rock and roll haunt in Mayfair. Where else would I have a virgin Maggie May in my hand? That. Mimosa, early morning cherry, hydrangea, nerines, rosehip and dahlias.
My week in a cup x
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
xxx
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
