It’s no secret my celebrity crush is most definitely Cecil Beaton.
Fuelled by My Fair Lady I’ve found myself falling in love again with his florals and fancy ways.
His penchant for costumes and high camp fashion for Ascot scenes and Audreys.
Have definitely got me pining more floral prints for Gypsy Rose parties…a divan, deckchair or dress?
Yup, its fair to say you inspire my work all the time and dearest Cecil…I even named a rabbit after you. xxx
On my bike and back from the weekend with arms of Beswick, 1930’s postcards, old baskets and forget me not cups. I’m working on windows, weddings and with women in fash.
Sunflower central for a bakers dozen behind me I’m discovering fabulous bloggies…and I forbid you not to love karen Blixens fancy floral work.
Pain du miel I can not recommend more btw. Happy mondays xxxx
I know I know they’re twee but rolling around in the fields of Normandy there’s nothing like dreaming of my own gypsy caravan and a porch upon which to peel my pots…
A week spent leafing through gorgeous french blogs getting inspired by Jeanne Bayol’s caravan loving ways, coveting an escape here, filling vases with ma’s garden roses, having celebratory soirees and eating under apple trees.
On the road again, a return to London, a race around Paris in the heat…no more baguettes, but blooms, boats and boutiques to dress. xxx
Is for Honfleur, homemade jams and helleborus.
Hyacinths, Hugh Fearnely (sorry O), home and huitres.
Hydrangeas, honey, happy days, honesty ‘n honeysuckle.
Hannah’s and Hannes, hypericum, and Herve.
Harold Lloyd, hollyhocks and how I love you’s. xxx
To Deauville, rolled up jeans, walking 300 metres out to sea and a gorgeous expo on the beach courtesy of Jacques Henri Lartigue.
Moules at Le Centrale, a very closed fleuriste (no loss flower friends) and a landrover zip hot on the heels of Gerard. xxx
Sunday brings us:
Cows a mooing in the back field.
The Gypsy retreat.
My teenage record collection.
Foire a tout finds.
A murder courtesy of Agatha.
An appointment with a fabulous Florist.
And and and getting jellybugs over a fashionable garden.
A Dior dance with Daschunds and dahlias? Ooh yes please. xxx
Sleep, sardines, sun, a hi to you and a hello to hydrangeas. xxx
Leaving flowers and milton tabs behind we’re in Paris – Mia Farrow haircut centraleroonie.
At Gustave Moreau’s pad I found myself in an artists boudoir…Don’t you love a bit of taxidermy and orchids?
Les filles are pretty in Paris, fashion is most deffo in the air and sod the boat I’m moving here
Soon I swoon, to a Gypsy retreat…delphs, creme fraiche, Duran Duran and thunderstorms.
xxx
Stroppy looks from les chats a plenty as we pack our valises full of shoes I won’t wear.
Last minute styling in Notting Hill then a dash to chelsea to deliver something beautiful.
Sweetpeas and tata to a bookshop in Blenheim.
French fashion friends and lace buying beckon.
A dash to Trouville for an O oyster fest.
Hooray don’t you love a little vacance?
is for Petula, pansies, pretty (so you are), pouilly, peacocks, petals, passion flowers, posies, primroses, Paul Newman, poppies, palpitations, puppies, penny for your thoughts, parsley, pucci, peaches, pencil skirts, peonies, peppermint, pinks, petunias, pearls, primrose, pumpkins and Paris.
xxx
