Grey in London, an impossible job to price, it’s a bit feeling all shouty and 80’s…

We’ve taken to our beds and are having a fluffy headed Lalanne day…

I used to find Dahlias really grannylicious but have a new found love for them.

That’s not my garden, but Holland park at Dahlia culling time as Harps, Nels and I walked past this week. I rarely get given flowers so it was a good day.

And something ‘Beatley to make the rain go away…

Florists never get to sit down, you work harder on your feet which is probably why we’re also all hobbling about with bad backs…ouch.

These are just calling aren’t they? From a selection by the flower loving team at Anthroplogie. A Friday flowersome feet up. xxx

Missing my motor but she’s doing fine…with her talented adopted fathers, film directors Rob and Aidan. Will post link a to her feature film debut soon…

A friend recently ran off to NY to get wed so I made her a good luck posey to take with her. Sneaking off to Temptation Alley I bought some millinery bits, sewed and wired them and then dyed them in tea.

I love the idea that this darjeeling and geranium scented affair travelled all that way to witness true romance. There was a sax player, a pier and if flowers could only talk… Read all about it over at Caroline No.

Autumn on Anny

Kensal Cemetary, posies for a party, brown paper packaging.

Listening to her and trying to translate french messages.

Making leftovers in junk shop finds and discovering Harper Rose has created a splodge on my camera lens.

Feels like I’m sending my posies off to their first day at school. Hope they behave.

Pouff…Red red wine for a wednesday.

xxx

Two posts, one day, not sure I can keep this up.

The boat and Cho immortalised in French Elle. No, this is not me tho I am partial to a spotty print and a stripe and yes flower friends, I had a proper boohoo when I saw our late puss posing and giving the model jels. We miss you.

In this months issue and shot by fellow earl grey tea lover, David Burton.

xxx

Carnations have always made me think of ketchuped stem vases in Little Chef so I’m either going loops or having a midlife.

Shoot me. The Antiqua Dianthus carnation, spotted under my arm at Covent Garden and now on the boat…with my good luck ladybird.

xxx

So Harper Rose turned one. No big fanfare just those curls slipping into larger Moccis, growing out of tutus and eating roses. A crazy year, getting wed, turning a naughty forty and being a boat famille. Happy times.

It’s not always the decks of boats and backstreets of New Covent Garden she sees. This is a she and me must, followed by maybe a boiled egg here with an old friend. And tea with another. Friday flowers.

xx