Weekly wanderings…with a flower twist. xxx

A cool cat loving lady. Crazee mademoiselle…

xxx

Flower free today we’re going shades of pink on the boat after snooping around Herve’s lovely gold and rose home, finding hair bobs for Harpers mohican, searching for froufrou and a wedding meeting with Jasper and Allegra has me plotting a pretty gypsyphilia and sweetpea affair in Brompton.

Happy mondays xxx

xxx

Sad days on the boat this week as I finally let my gorgeous navy blue London taxi go. Off with a kiss she’s left me drenched in geranium oil, dried petals between her seats, market tickets stuffed here and there, a copy of the Lady under the dashboard and several chandelier droplets clinging to oasis bricks in the boot.

What can I say about a beautiful blue taxi? In her glorious life as my steed she’s roared home through the french countryside, been bleated at by lambs and starred in fashion shoots. Set blossoming hearts a flutter. Carted trees down motorways to country retreats and driven me to pastures new delivering to couture houses a long the way and down bus lanes ticket-free.

Transported cats, dog, rabbits…toot tooted by Stephen Fry. Insulted by Lightening Seeds, been adored by Mr Blur, played a part in many a love song and driven two sweet sweet lovebirds to their I do’s. Happy days.

With five years of happy memories she’s been Harpers first chariot, run out of petrol in many a curious place, Buckingham Palace, we love you too. Driven old ladies to Weight Watchers and darlingly worked her hubs off as a flower stall. Lovingly been cared for by a lovely taxi gent called George. Eased an aching heart and carried many a happy one. And well, been terribly terribly loved.

My darling french music playing friend, I wish you love, luck and laybys as you leave with two lovely directors, to be saved forever on film.

Owning a cab? It’s a funny adventure but I couldn’t recommend it more.

xxx

I gasp shock horror took this year off valentines which was bliss, the dizzy medly of grand prix, bacarra by the dozen and hot tulip domes a distant memory.

This valentines was all about:

Red frocks and dancing shoes.
Declaring love for our new bean Harps.
An engagement party for two sweethearts
Flowers from captain via some lovely friends
… and plotting our summer wedding, a naming day and a 40th.

Whatever deliciousness your paramour presented, hope you had a lovely time..

xxx

Dear lovely flower friends,

Mamahood has left my blog a bit bereft of late. Lots of tales to tell which I will catch up on soon, but here’s a quick round up….

Gypsy adventures – A 40th burlesque party, a crimson engagement soiree and “150 beheaded red roses within an hour please”.

The Boat – A Leaky roof, fun times with friends around the woodburner, a stray bruiser, courting swans and the mousing season starts.

Flower fun – Inspiring fab four style piceroonies of our dear flower market.

Valentines – There may well be some heart wreaths but we are banning the word ‘vintage’ aboard the good ship.

Harper Rose – Darling girl is now a one toothed cheeky six month old with curls who’s digging cats and stripes.

Lastly, today Miss H and I are listening to this over and over and over.

Happy Rainy days from London.

xxx

A warm and very Happy new year lovely flower bods, hands full of Harper Rose and hellebores but sending you all heaps of love and thanks for being blog buds, fabulous friends and famille.

More soon!

xxx

Back from Northumberland to a frozen canal, icicles hanging charmingly from portholes, I’m about to embark on my first flower free wreath.

Very Liberace, upon request a vintage season’s a beckoning. xxx

Here’s some more of a magical someones work. Happy Birthday Pinch.

xxx

Captain has been trotting the streets of Berlin in his brogues so Harper and I have been home alone pretend christmas shopping for our wall-less boat.

Derian and decoupage, rather lovely for dry land.

xxx