Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Only know you love her when you let her go

Passenger

People think the post title are secret messages to people.
They aren't.
Well rarely.
Sometimes.
Quite often.

Not today, today is just because it's the only song ever played anywhere.

and besides i've opted for a much less subtle approach.

We've been busy, very busy, and hot, and wet.

I don't have the right clothing for any of this.

I have given into the curl, and stopped straightening my hair, the "eat clean train dirty" mantra has disintegrated into eat all the fried chicken and all the bread.

and we've made some really beautiful things

and I'm loving it.

This thing they call the wedding season.

*I don't know where the Bill Murray picture came from it just appeared in my photo stream.

Summer

Britain is in a frenzy, we have a summer, which in real terms means we have had more than 3 sunny days in a row, and the tennis obvs.

Sunday was too hot, and everybody complained, but yesterday and today are just right. 23 degrees or thereabouts with blue skies and a light breeze. The shop with it's thick stone walls and being on the shady side of the street is cool, life is good.

It seems that almost everybody I know is away in far flung locations, on beaches, on boats, in cities, up mountains, but the wedding machine still turns and so The Hound and I are making do with Rutland.

The hardship.

One of the joys of having a dog, besides the obvious merits of using them as a marketing tool, and getting all the likes on Instagram, is that you get to see places by foot. The Hound and I are dawdlers, he stops to sniff EVERYTHING and I look out for foliage mentally and sometimes actually sniping away. (with owners permission and other such legal disclosure)

There are flowers everywhere if you look for them, often with honeysuckle, philadelphus and jasmine you smell them first if not drowned out by the scent of sausages on a BBQ.

I might do a photo study entitled "weird places Valerian grows"

Isn't this all so idyllic? Do you have a vision of a girl in a tea dress with lots of basketware?

Of course the reality is that i am exhausted, sitting here tattooed up to the hilt, wearing a Metallica t-shirt and smoking on a Marlboro Red.

The joys of the Internets.

Come and be a part of it, find out for yourself. 

This is what it feels like

Every time i sit down to write this post i end up bursting into uncontrollable laughter. It has been a fun 2 weeks.

Becca's wedding was beautiful, she looked amazing.
If his 40th is anything to go by, Mr Naylor should be in event planning
The bar was bigger than that at The Grosvenor
I want a teleporter
After lifting pallets and chitting trays and only whinging once about my manicure, my reputation as a princess is null and void.
I like working on a flower farm with an endless supply of flowers.
Ukelele orchestras rock.
Shit happens (it was repaired)
You never take photos of the good times because you are too busy enjoying them follow the hashtag mn40 on twitter for a few more.
Must learn where the hashtag key is on a mac
Dancing until 4am will result in a hip injury
You can't beat a trough of meat or a good moustache
Mrs "Matthews Mum" Naylor is a legend
In the cowboy Vs. Indian dance off the cowboy won
My garden has finally flowered, secateurs a go go
One of our weddings was featured on Love my Dress, seriously beautiful photographs
and this is happening book a place now. 

also Armin Van Burren which seemed to play quite a lot over the last 2 weeks.

and in other news could we not Americanise all of the words in the wedding industry, it's bridesmaid not maid, buttonhole not boutonniere, floral headdress not crown.

I realise it's Independence day and appreciate the irony

Still crazy after all these years

Yesterday Mr F and I escaped for the day. I always think a day off in the week is delightfully decadent.

I'm easily pleased.

Prize winning sheep
The Red Arrows
Wood fired pizza from the back of a horse box
and a cathedral

Paul Simon played on the radio on the way home.

all pictures taken on the iPhone. Its still a low hit rate with the phone.

This will be the day

That you will hear me say
that i will never run away
I am here for you
Love is meant for two

This wedding was brought to you by Prince and too many bags of kettle chips.

There are tales to tell, but not enough time presently to tell them, there was so so much beauty.

The ever wonderful Tori Hancock was on camera, thank you to her for the above image. It made me cry.

In other news today is the 2 year anniversary of Stef and Emily with those amazing photos by Polly. Congratulations!

I get to see Polly again this weekend. This weekend is Becca's wedding, yes that Becca, 3 years in the planning. No pressure.

Lately and in no particular order

Espresso shots: 127
Diet cokes: 27
Number of Miss Pickerings it took to do one of the weddings: 2
Times i thought The Hound was on deaths door: 4
Times he disproved this by digging massive holes in the garden and generally being puppy like: 7
Flowergirls I wanted to steal: 2
Vases acquired for clients: 9
Fashion crises: 3
Emails to reply to after being offline: too many
Points scored by McLaren in the Canadian Grand Prix: 0
Brilliant videos found on youtube: 1
Magazines and books bought: 4
Magazines and books read: 0
Carbohydrate comas caused by eating all the garlic bread in the world: 1