An English country garden wedding in Knightsbridge and a flower love story with larkspur, whiteleaf, stock, lavender, sage, cotinus, delphs, wild sweetpeas, alchemilla, gypsophila, roses, foxglove, snap dragons and peonies. Pretty.
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And a flower interlude. After a crazy weekend and a Knightsbridge wedding it was lovely to get back to secret gardens, calm seas and our new neighbours bringing sweet tweets at 5am.
These lovely photos are courtesy of the gorgeous Gerry who wandered by on a rainy day with her camera.
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The day it took Captain, Harper and I five hours to get to Dorset, I cried at wilting cowslip, arranged flowers in the rain and love conquered all.
Things don’t always go to plan but take over a campsite full of yurts and tipis, add some festival types in wellies, bundle in some blustering blooms, host a hog roast, laugh and dance. Repeat to fade. Sam and Rui’s magical country wedding.
Cool camping in pretty frocks with peonies, sweetpeas, sage, love in the mist, hydrangea, daisies and rained upon grass. Bliss. Flowers for a tuesday.
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Well, peonies, cutting a dash of yellow for a lovely London wedding.
The bride walked in to Depeche Mode, we wept, wooped then wandered with blooms through W1…good times. xxx
Snap shots of a Sunday.
A few weeks ago a group of family and friends gathered, bloom in hand at a church in Notting Hill for a flower themed naming ceremony. Strict instructions were to arrive with a stem of something they loved. Gorgeousness followed with a lot of bluebells, blowy peonies, roses and blossom and a wonderful pianist tinkling Debussy to welcome Harper. A great day.
I may be biased but a crowd of people all meandering flower in hand along the streets of W11 is definitely the best look ever.
Thank you all for giving us a room full of love, lupins, poetry and laughter. Much fun.
Txxx
I’m back from a blissful field trip in France, wet by tea and home to barns, charolais cows, huge wide blue skies, white butterflies and mamas mini Sissinghurst.
This florists wedding beckons and you’ve all been asking what I’m doing. Simple pots pots pots of the above, green glassed posies and twisted heart shaped treats beckon. There may even be a Lagonda, a sweetpea or two, peach macaroons and some retro Johnny.
Don’t get me wrong Normandy bound music lovers, that’s just an I quite like his old stuff maybe.
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This week, sweet scented gardenia and plans for another nervous bride, a visit with a fashion designer and tulle, tulle, tulle.
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Leaving bunny love behind in Queens park and heading for hazels in Normandy, I’m missing my beady eyed pals, a really yum pumpernickel and Captain.
French adventures to come that may well involve bunting and wysteria hearts.
Happy tuesdays.
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During a previous life I worked here for a bit and a love of food found me accidentally being a food writer for C4. So yup, subsequently like most florists I fancy myself as a bit of a Constance Spry both in the kitchen and garden.
There are a lot of these in our house. Flowery books for foodies.
Blossom blowing through the portholes today as I cook – a defiinite whoop for Spring.
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Look volupp, but always start off in a rickety wheel barrow, in my workshop wheelhouse, oft in the rain with Woman’s Hour in the background – always telling me something teary ensuring lots of tea is needed.
Thistles mixed with anemones, tulips, hyacinths, hydrangeas and all sorts of herbs. My favourites. For Burberry, Testino and a delicious production team.
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P.S Mr T loves white…
Pink interruptions this week, floral little girl fun for Easter.
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