Thursday, 18 June 2009


Mr H sneaked out with his fuzzy sidekick the other night and came back with these.

Behind our house there is a big old derelict property with an overgrown garden where these lovely peonies were blooming away for all they were worth totally unappreciated by any human eye. And whilst I'm not advocating that you go out stealing flowers from your neighbour's gardens, in this instance I was only too happy to provide them with a loving home.

Wednesday, 17 June 2009

A sofa for Albert

Sorry for the lack of blog posts lately. I have been busy with my new job as well as out enjoying the sunshine.

With wedding planning out of the way, my thoughts have turned to gathering style inspiration for our new home. I think Albert would look rather handsome stretched out on this sofa.

From Flea Market Style via The City Sage

Tuesday, 16 June 2009

My dream job

So, I was tagged by Flora to answer this quiz she has been doing over on her blog.

What is your dream job?

OK, here's the story since I've never actually written about this on my blog before. Twelve months ago I was working in a large organisation as a Marketing Manager. The salary was nice. It paid the mortgage and sustained my shoe shopping habit but the job ate away at my soul. I hated it and longed to do something more practical and creative. Then back last September I was flipping through some Adult Education brochures and decided to enrol on a Floristry course at my local college.

I'd always loved gardening, flowers and plants and had become more interested in floral design whilst thinking about flowers for my wedding. I was lucky enough to find myself on a course with a great teacher and within a few weeks I knew I was hooked. Meanwhile, working in a dismal windowless office in a job I was no longer committed to continued to sap the life blood out of me. By Christmas I realised that I owed it to myself to get out. I quit my job, rented out my house, moved in with my husband-to-be and began doing work experience for free at a local florist.

Then a couple of months ago, an opening came up at a florist shop in a neighbouring town. I applied and got the job! So here I am.... following my passion and loving every minute of it. If you'd told me just a year ago that I would be working as a florist I'd never have believed it. It's hard work, physically demanding, my finger nails are always filthy and the pay is peanuts, but right now I wouldn't change it for anything. Well, unless I could dance Argentine Tango for a living that is, but I don't think there's much chance of that particular dream coming true.

More of Flora's quiz later.