THE FULL THING

Dearest you,

Playing hard to get isn't that cool; sorry for the silent treatment. 

We've been on the run.

As in, first we ran to Milan with a Mad Man for a little project.

We blitzed through Italy, saw the lakes, ate the pasta, spoke with our hands.

Flew back to Londres for a few hours,

swapped suitcases and got on a big bird over to America.

Landed and got stuck in like Flynn

Bean Town first and then the next day the fabled land of Cazenovia, 

where we've been packing up two decades of memories

and enjoying the sweet reunion of the Four Pack.

Its always manic but we are MAXED OUT.

And being that overextended is not chic.

And now we need to breathe a little.

Because the weather is turning sweet Bohemian, and we need to get our tricky witchy fingers sewing again.

So if you'll bear with us through the patchy radio connection

we promise to indulge you with something beautiful for the automne.

We're doing 'the full thing', and this is the way we work. This is the only speed we know. Forgive us.

Love,

Bohemia

(in case you were wondering what the FULL THING looks like)

And in case you are curious about the details of our tedious lives over the last two weeks:

 Shameless sunglass selfies in Italy.

With the aforementioned Mad Man

Researching colour palates over long lunches

Italian Vistas

Hipsters in Blue on Lake Varese

Drinking Litres of Green to get through the Jetlag

The bare essentials of our gypsy trunk: some leopard, some linen, some crochet.

End of Summer uniform: a knitted dress recused from a charity shop.

As we packed up the big house, we relived our baby couture memories.
Petit Prince velveteen coats and Liberty of London smocking. Oh, how we wished we could still dress like this. 

Caught up with the brothers.

Looking forward to Fall, we got stuck into jackets and swatches. 

And finally bid adieu to the Big House of our youth. 

A passage. See you on the flip side.

HEY SUNSHINE: Fouché in Greece

First listen, so we can get you in the mood while you scroll through our morning musings:

We seem to remember there was a time in London when it was HOT HOT HOT.

On one of those afternoons when it was Hotter than Hades, we were hunched over the iron, sewing in our underwear, 

(clothes are a luxury sometimes),

 we reached for the Hawaiian print and sewed up this elasticated two piece number,

which we decided to call CHIQUITA BANANA,

for obvious reasons.

Here she is:

When we recovered from the aforementioned heatstroke, we realised there's only one character who can pull off such a look. Her name's Fouché,and you've seen her here before. Here's that lucky little duck representing Bohemia middrift dreams in Mykonos:

little island gypsy spirit,

with a touch of the Masai round her delicate neck

(as one does, when sporting Hawaiian print)

Only Fouché can get away with being so artsy and dramatic and oh-so effortlessly glamorous.

this is called crucifix chic in Greece:

ALIX of BOHEMIA Chiquita elasticated two piece cotton number.

its a skirt and a crop top and if you're still savoring sun in your neck of the woods, we'll happily make one for you too, 

and we won't even be jealous of you.

DROP A LINE VALENTINE, WE LOVE IT WHEN YOU SAY HOWDY.

HERE.

Us with Fouché, both in Bohemian playsuits.

Happy Friday Cowboys and Cowgirls. 

THE BANDWAGON

Sometimes, we're slow.

As in, we're ten steps behind the rest of the world when it comes to technology.

In fact, that word is kind of dirty to us.

It doesn't sound romantic or bohemian and we like to pretend we don't need screens or modern machines.

That being said, last week, after TWO waterbottles leaked in our bag TWO days in a row, our trusty little mobile phone drowned at the bottom of our gypsy sac, in a sea of Badoit bubbles. 

Sometimes you have to get over yourself and your distain for things that are actually useful. Sometimes you have to throw money at problems.

And we totally caved and officially became the last person in the world to get on the iphone train.

And that means, of course, we got on the Instagram train, and have since wasted many hours exploring filters and living vicariously through pictures and shamelessly snapping what we're eating, wearing, buying and seeing. And we learned what a hashtag is. Its making us feel thoroughly Modern like Milly.

Indulge us if you will?

We saw some Fuzzy pink tops on Columbia Road 

#thinkpink

 We befriended a pug, our a new studio companion 

#puglife

We had cold white wine with some stylish shoes #maisongalet

We met a very big dog. 

#drinksinchiswick

We got kind of dreamy in the park, fingering thistles in an Old Hat.

#wistfulthistle

Our mostly muse came back from Kenya bearing gifts from the Masai

#betterthanchristmas

Toile and ikat joy for Fall.

#fabricpornography

We caught up with darling Ella, in from Hong Kong.

#bedhead

We wore a paisley bathrobe out and about.

#uniform

And documented a Friday feast we made of Branzino with lardons, fennel and preserved lemons.

#goodfriday

 We wore indigo polka dots and drew on ourselves

#standardroutine

 More fabrics.

#addiction

And the always fabulous Victoria sent us a snap of her in an ALIX of BOHEMIA orange linen Arancia Dress at sea.

#divinebohemians

We learned a few things this week:
1. Do not put a waterbottle in your bag if the top is not screwed tight.(And certainly don't do that twice)
2. Technology (The i-phone) can be our friend.
3. We probably take too many photos of ourselves in weird outfits and hats.


If you want to follow in the folly: OUR INSTAGRAM

PLACES: JUST BREATHE

Sometimes city life starts to wear on our bohemian bodies.

We get tired of tearing through Soho and Shepards Bush in big stomping boots like maniacs, looking for fabrics and ribbons and strings and things.

We we were in total bohemian burnout mode. 

And just as we were about to collapse from complete city exhaustion, Joanne called and told us to get our ass in gear and on the train.

(She's bossy like that, in the best possible way)

Knowing what to expect from our favourite Hong Kong Lady, we grabbed a bottle, a book and a toothbrush and hopped on the country bandwagon.

Our state was pretty dire:

And we were reunited and given just the tonic for this City Malady.

It was pink, and we drank it with ice cubes:

After medicine was distrubuted, we were greeted by the best cook in the world,from the other side of the world,

who fed us quiche and a salad made of flowers

We knew what to expect from the Old Rectory, as we'd been so kindly invited as guests before, 

but we'd managed to forget how incredibly cosy, and beautiful, and relaxing this charming home was.

Effortless integration of Eastern and Western objets.

Its kind of how we imagine real grown ups live.

Some headgear and some notable bohemian nobles

And after you've had a moment to digest,

(both lunch and your surroundings)

its time for walkies.

And before we crack out the rosé again

we're going to play some croquet.

Because thats the other thing you do in the country,

aside from walkies and lunching and drinking rosé.

we get totally schooled in the art of flower crown making.

Have we met our match or what?

The capable hands of Devon, our new muse, who crafted those beautiful crowns:

And now that we're all dressed up, you can guess what time it is:

TEDDIE SHORTS in Big Wave with Rouge

make and appearance with Joanne and the pink wine.

Darling John, the other half of the host couple.

An amazing sport he was, the only male, flanked by a gaggle of girls.

We think he's particularly refined with his hair and cigar and his dogs. 

The perfect prescription,

A perfect weekend.

And we are oh-so refreshed and restored by girl power and fresh air.

Hey Monday, all good.