After a night of carnival yacht rock accompanied by rum on the towpath it’s most definitely a day for hiding aboard, doing wedding quotes and watching old films.

I was really sad to have missed the screenings of Les Demoiselles de Rochefort at the BFI but will curl up and watch it at home instead… there’s always one and this is the post where I wax lyrical about watching french films in a cloud of gitanes with a spot of Jacques Brel in the background.

It is one of those pretentious days. Now where’s my dainty cigarette holder…

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As I get more in to flowers, fabrics and collecting vintage bits and bobs I think of my Grandma a lot. Amazing vase finds always bring a whiff of her home to me.

Her garden – a corridor full of hydrangeas, garden roses and asters welcomed and teatime with proper flowery teacups and an eccles cake warmed. Happy days.

Wonder what she’d make of my yen for glassware, a bristols cream sherry, how I like my cuppa yorkshire style, a daft collection of cakestands and being a florist now?

xxx

Weekends tend to be pretty sedate at our boat, newspapers, long breakfasts, a hopeful wander in the direction of the vegetable plot, bed, dinner and Jazz.

Other ingredients may have included:

1. Talk of barns, farms and france.
2. Hydrangeas to Highgate.
3. Marriage meetings in Mayfair.
4. Velvet jackets and velvet soup.
5. A mirrored guitar for the boat.
6. Discussing romance with Grandma.
7. Posies for a neighbour.
8. Sea Bream, Sardines and sillyness.
9. Pop up shops and popcicles.
10. Shotgun weddings and lavish lunches.

Rock and roll hey?
xxx

Flowers and breakfast are two of my favourite things and a nod from Dorset Cereals mini blog awards? Most definitely a full fat milk in my coffee moment.

So much so I’ve ignored dinner party flowers, a pail full of hydrangeas that need conditioning, a buttonhole and thirsty marigolds in my cutting garden.

This reminded me why I got Gypsy Rose writing in the first place. Having a beautiful site that I couldn’t update without pulling pony tails was driving me potty so spurred on by other friends fab ramblings, I got tapping away.

It’s an acquired taste I’m sure. Shoe lovers, fellow florists, flowers in your hair girls, culinary cats and interior princesses rate highly, but someone lovely likes it and if you do too, do vote. I may even get to move on their porridge range…

xxx

The rules…

1. Never ever use cellophane (unless you’ve mislaid your rain bonnet)
2. Choose your ribbon with generosity
3. Always write in blue with a fountain pen
4. Most definitely add your ingredients on parcel tags
5. Pearl pins only please
6. Go on ask them if they want a kiss
7. Don’t get so hung up on foliage
8. If you go make sure you do a Dexy’s midnight runner.
9. Steer clear of sequined butterflies
10. DON’T catch the bouquet

xxx

Good things today…

1. Tussie Mussies for a fashion show.
2. Raspberry beret school bags
3. Discussing (avert your eyes) a colour themed wedding.

xxx

A quiet week comtemplating The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, a big wedding in Wales, a crazy floral overhaul and new colourways for Gypsy Rose. Red, violet or pink? xxx

Who what where…? From a tug boat somewhere in the depths of west London, surrounded by cats, canada geese and wild ivy I make my living as a stylist, florist, party designer and writer.

With a background in set design and writing I’ve always been drawn to working with colours, shapes and moods so mixing flora for love, life and laughter with a healthy sprinkling of fashion and props, is second nature. I absolutely love what I do!

www.gypsyroseflowers.com

The Gypsy Rose vibe is to bring the fabric of flowers to life with an air of mischief and fun. Whether its embracing the unique of every day to creating rooms bursting with blooms, weddings with a vintage feel, eclectic set design for parties or styling for private events, a cornucopia of colour rules… enough already, yes yes, come on I have to kind of sell myself non?

Gypsy

Also a keen writer with a background in BBC and C4, I’m constantly scratching my head on the recipe for the perfect Murder Mystery. So to the tunes of Blossom Dearie and armed with a clunky typewriter, floristry scissors , a fertile imagination and a bed of freshly sown tomato seeds, off I go…more soon!

I live in London on a ‘saving my pennies’ for boat with Oliver, Madame Cholet and Arnold.