lovely envelopes....

They could be completely empty and I would still be thrilled if one of these fell through my door....

Kristina, from Lovely Morning's wedding invitations. Aren't they the chicest?

Heavenly delights....

I read the following conversation on my aunty's Flickr page:




Red Haired Aunt: If you look closely you can see the bride's red shoes peeking out under her dress. She wasn't going to buy them because they were really expensive but I told her they were an investment, like buying a sculpture. I'm so glad she listened to her Aunty.

Unnamed Flickr Person: What a good influence you are!

Red Haired Aunt: No pockets in a shroud, as Granny says.

Unnamed Flickr Person: Your granny a fan of the old Monolos was she?



Photos by me. Shoes from Dune.

Girl, you make me laugh....

She really does you know. Every time.


By David Shrigley.

Bohemian bride....

I just adore this couple and their sweet, understated style. It's so young and fresh, relaxed yet sophisticated. So utterly perfect is it that when I saw this image on {frolic} I was convinced it must be from a magazine fashion spread.

Photo by Alison Cox

A little trip...

Dear readers, I'm off again. The Boy and I are heading north with my Mum for a week by the sea. I grew up on an island you see. A remote, slightly bleak but oh so beautiful island and I haven't been back for over two years. I miss it terribly and god, do we need a rest. The Boy and I have been either working or getting marred pretty much every day for the last three months and this will be the first time we've had with nothing (bar 30-odd thank you cards) to do for longer than I care to remember. We are run down, worn out and about ready to drop. In fact The Boy already has dropped, he's been in bed with the flu for days now and I think he needs to take in the sea air (we saw The Duchess today, the idea of going away 'for one's health' is something I'm feeling rather fond of at the moment. That and ostrich feathers).

I have a few posts lined up for while I'm away but to be honest they're a bit shit. My imagination is sorely lacking at the moment but I hope that some wind, salty sea air and a week without television or a computer will revive my tired mind.

And no, it's not a honeymoon. My mum's coming with us. I'm pretty sure that makes it null and void as far as the old romantic getaway goes. The only way we can afford to go anywhere is to hitch a ride on her holiday.

The Boy took these photos when we were courting (I love that word.) He came to visit me, he'd never been before. I took him here, I took him horse riding on the beach and I took him up a mountain to shear sheep. Now he loves it as much as I do.


See you when I get back. I've no idea when that will be, we haven't booked a return ticket...

polaroids of peonies

I'm in love with these polaroids by Sarah Beaver, they're just delicious.

Photos by Sarah Beaver, via Flickr.