Today has involved a wonky wheeled shopping trolley full of pumpkins, hurtling Mabel around Chelsea, leaving Harper with her lovely Grandma, buying flowers I’ve never used before (burgandy fluffy giant blooms, more soonski ) and being soothed by paper urns of lovely in a fave shop window.

A gypsy rose flower girls dream jour no less x

It’s been a few weeks of days and nights merging, washing lines of frilly baby whites and getting used to life with our darling Harper. She’s been given her first flower book, been rocked to the Ink Spots and been cooed over by a hundred fairy god mothers. So far so good.

Now to nesting for autumn, pining sleep and planning bags of fun, Christmas wreaths, museum visits and dreaming of warmer climates…swoon.

More bluebell banter soon but in the meantime, Happy Wednesday.

xxx

Happy times on Hydrangea Hill in Greenwich. Gypsy Rose Flowers are in this months You and Your Wedding Vintage special…

Here’s to fond memories of a March wedding. A gorgeous couple – and a day full of giggles, cherry blossom, ranuncs, mason jars and fondant fancies.

More here.

xxx

Pinks and beiges….

No gypsy baby news but crates, hessian, vintage schmintage and all things french have been a bit of a summer swansong this year…so thrilling to get a mention on this lovely interiors blog which features all things up my rue. Including a great post about Hennes homeware. Want everything here and here.

I do get asked, low slung fruit boxes with illusion in seedling pots have featured in a summer wedding, mine procured at Kempton but check this lovely site out for some too…

This week I’m baby and granny proofing the boat, pics coming up.

xxx

That’ll be me and in my granilicious mode I’m peeved none of this belongs to me as its right up my street…this wouldn’t fit on the boat to be frank but this is something that makes me want to live in a twee hideaway distressing old furniture as I go around in a fine pair of trotters.

Super romantic brogue loving finds.

Is your world flowery today? Hope so …x

And Gorgeousness for a Guiness.

Other news, boy mixing some lovely music for a friends wedding, loving this song, (oui et zut, predictable), indulging my Petit Bateau fetish, a sweet picture book for Captain and baby girls, baby girls seem to be rocking friend wise this week.

xxx

Getting dizzy with impending mamadom ( yup the fear is kicking in now), I’ve been told to spend the next seven weeks reading and watching films thus avoiding all Gypsy Rose style charging about. In short no ladders, heavo ho’ing, travelling or getting in a tizzy. Hmm does this include painting?

Ravishing reads are getting stock piled (love these covers and Nancy in her lilac pose), the yanking of captains chain about music mixes is in progress and tho I’ve utterly depleted my Agatha selection am now on to other heroines. Miss Mitford is amusing, a few angsty Iris Murdoch secrets are on order and St Trinians naughtinesses is rife.

This week The Lady Killers and brrr, Love in a Cold Climate…

xxx

Just when I thought his blog was about to take the baby and soft furnishing route….I get asked to do a fashionable affair in the country, dress code pastel chiffons…and styling wise, lilacs, pink champagne and splashes of Cecil Beaton.

This job is going to require Captain being dashing, backdrops of the dramatic type, large urns and a stuffed zebra or two. Oh and a vehicle a tad bigger than Mabel. Don’t you love this back garden of his?

More soon…

So, my lovely friend Shelagh opened Lantana a year and a half ago and has since won London’s Best New Cafe. The food is amazing – a sort of Peter Gordon of Providores meets Bill’s Kitchen with a twist of Tilda Swinton.

It has the BEST hot chocolate and flat whites ever (and I don’t even like coffee) and is hidden away just off Charlotte street.

Why the crush alert….? Apart from naming her joint after a pretty out there bloom, she’s just expanded with a take out grocer-like branch next door, you have to go if only to check out my staplegun action, giant sweet jars ( I got to style it) and the roasted aubergine salads.

Maybe have a hot chocolate with a swirly heart atop too. xxx

In Paris is all the rage apparamment…

Flowers aside this week I have a pile of floral fabrics on the boat as high as the Eiffel tower, my mission being to get Annie as haberdashered up with soft furnishings as poss before Gypsy Rose junior pitches up.

Curtains cushions and culottes are all ear-marked for my 1970’s liberty prints and fabric roses are clogging up my flower room for said affairs. But will it happen?

Only problem is that my machine a coudre only has french instructions which really don’t tally with the french slang my ears are used to and erm, I can’t thread the silly thing. Zutt.

Now what we really need in London is a rent a granny who comes complete with rock cakes for a good days tuition. I dream of her coursing up the towpath in tweeds. Failing that somewhere like The Sweatshop that has opened in Paris, I love love love this idea and just how much to their interiors rock?

xxx

photos de Laurence Tarquin von Thomas