I was very flattered to be included in Hello! Fashion magazines summer entertaining article this month.
Friday, 17 July 2015
Monday, 13 July 2015
Willow Crossley is a British designer, writer and floral artist whose meadow-relaxed flower arrangements have decorated our showroom for summer events. She invited us to her house in Oxfordshire to see her work and hear about her new book Inspire.
Sunday, 19 April 2015
Currently at the top of my wish list is this vision of a bag. Looks like Etro but it's actually Zara. Perfect for daytime, night time, smart, casual, festival, Lego land... what more could you want?
Friday, 10 April 2015
Tulip time is one of the highlights of my flowery calendar. Sitting in front of me as I type are the most beautiful mix of tulips - striped, parrots, tall, small - so ridiculously pretty they don't look real. If you feel like a flowery outing this weekend and don't have the time to go to Holland, Worton organic is the place is the next best thing.
Wednesday, 8 April 2015
I don't think the smallest Cub has one item of new clothing. Being the third boy, everything is a hand me down. I obviously exaggerate, he's been given a lot of divine little creations, but I personally haven't bought a thing. Apart from maybe a bib or two.
Two weeks ago I went to Amsterdam to surprise my brother Ned on his 30th birthday. I had a couple of hours to kill and on the train into the city was directed to the 'Nine Lanes' area for a shop and a potter. I had a bit of an ignorant view of Amsterdam before I went - clogs, red lights, cheese, maybe a tulip or two. I now feel rather embarrassed about my naivety and can't wait to go back again and explore properly.
The children's clothes shops there are like no others I've ever come across - brands I've never even heard of and the coolest, most original designs and styles. With no suitcase to hand I had to leave empty handed - though me and Mr Fedex are now becoming firm friends since my return.
Bobo Choses was my favourite discovery; it's watermelon strewn collection is properly sensational - desperate to get some adult sized pieces. I yet haven't broached the subject of the pink onesie that's hiding in my office with Chaz, yet. Boys can wear pink though, no?
Watermelon Onesie by Bobo Choses
Bobo Choses Mr Puzzled sweatshirt
Bobo Choses watermelon T
There's even a baby grow...
These starry sensations are by Louis Louise, another new Dutch discovery that I wish came in my size.
Wednesday, 18 March 2015
Since the arrival of the newest Cublet, I've been properly hibernating. Living life slightly a la Waynetta Slob. I've spent two months in pyjamas. Night and day. Maybe a tracksuit bottom for a good day/special occasion. I've had Nashville on on a loop, pesto pasta for every meal and all forms of self-beautification felt like a far and distant memory. I cannot remember the last time my legs saw a moisturiser. Or I saw them for that matter. Poor Chaz.
But last week I ran out of Nashville episodes, the sun put his hat on and I did start to feel slightly more human again. I got back in my jeans, did the school run with all three and even put on mascara.
And then I went back to work. My first job, post baby - flowers for a spring lunch in London at the Mulberry showroom. The brief was to create a relaxed yet wild feel with green and white flowers and all in takeable-home vases. So I did a mix of white potted muscari in ribbed, chunky glass jars and Kilner jars bursting with ammi, ranunculas, anemones, blossom and lilac.
Even if I say so myself, they did look pretty special. Perfect for a spring time wedding in case anyone reading is thinking about that...
Monday, 26 January 2015
Our newest, incredibly divine arrival, is another blue one! Another darling Cub to add to the pack. Kit Fox Rocket arrived into the world three weeks ago and I will happily admit that I am on a totally different planet to the one I usually inhabit. Three boys under five is quite something. The last three weeks have passed in a total and utter blur and I have no idea how the hell I'm ever going to get anything done ever again. Thankfully my brain has signed off meaning I actually can't think any further than that thought. I guess Mother Nature's kind like that.
The smallest new Cub
So far, the hardest part has been attempting to give all three equal amounts of love and attention, pretending that the smallest Cub's arrival hasn't changed a thing. The bigger two are not impressed by this new intruder. Not remotely enjoying his 24/7 crying or the fact that he gets to cling to me all day long. The first glimpse of the dodgy-looking tummy button cord on night one sent the bigger one into a total spin. Proper hysteria/hyperventilating for a good hour. And then he wouldn't come anywhere near him until it had fallen off.
Not wanting to scare them about the whole birthing process, they're blissfully unaware of the agony of my c-section scar. So to them, seeing as I'm no longer a "massive fatso", my role as playmate/punchbag has been instantly resumed. Coming up with creative reasons for why I can't yet roll around on the floor being a Ninja Turtle or bounce on the trampoline fighting Lego ninjas, is a full time job in itself.
Although progress has been made. He earnt their respect after covering me and my brand new J Crew pyjamas with jet propelled, yellow diarrhoea whilst we were all lying in bed this weekend. Result. So slowly, I think we'll get there. I may be black and blue and covered in poo but I have a good feeling about our new life with three...
Sunday, 4 January 2015
I am beyond thrilled that the new year is here and 2014 is no longer with us. I am determined that this coming year is going to be a LOT better than the last. Our new small Cub is about to arrive for starters - any second in fact- so we're off to a good start so far...
I'm meant to be taking down Christmas decorations and re-packing my hospital bag, for the third time but I quickly wanted to share one of my best Christmas finds before I go MIA for a few weeks.
I bought this for my Mum for Christmas but it turns out that she already had it. So being too fat (lazy) to take it back, I thought I'd save myself the hell of the festive post office queues and treat myself to it too. India Knight wrote about it a few months ago and made it sound semi-miraculous. It is aimed at more mature skin but I thought with the sleep deprivation that's coming way, I'll be looking like I belong to that camp in no time at all.
It's called 'In Transit, Camera Close Up', made by This Works. A mask, moisturiser and primer in one, it really is quite sensational. Old bat or not. I like how instantly it works; you put it on straight onto clean skin and it immediately looks like you've been air brushed. I should probably admit that I currently don't have any light bulbs in my bathroom but even Chaz has commented on how 'much better I look'. I'm taking that as a compliment.
So if you're looking for a New Year miracle helper, this is my suggestion. And on that note, i'm signing off for a few weeks. I will be back again when my brain is working again.
Wish me luck!