Hope springs eternal
The rain isn't helping, but the sun is peaking through and i have started cutting the garden. Hellebores, just a few for a bridal bouquet, but the promise of sweet peas, and armfuls of mint is in the air.
Posies of scented Spring flowers, the vibrancy of viburnum opulus, and a good 4 yards of achingly trendy old curtain tape. A good 4 yards, rather like the big half.
Also, i am enjoying the shallow but deliciousness that is having to buy a smaller pair of jeans.
The Florist by the Sea and her shop in all it's glory.
Reports are that the food is good, but a little table linen wouldn't go a miss.
I am going to have to remove myself from Rupert Sanderson's mailing list, it is torture.
and my dear i am sure your son is most suitable, but he is also gay.
Just another day at the office.
to regular readers a heartfelt plea, does the blog look different? I have a niggling feeling that the font has changed itself, or scale, or formatting? or it might just be me.....
Posted by Miss Pickering at 12:59 PM