Showing posts with label COUNTRY LIFE. Show all posts
Showing posts with label COUNTRY LIFE. Show all posts

Monday, August 5, 2013

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. 

Thursday, September 27, 2012

RUBY


WHEN ONE OF THE TRIBE GETS MARRIED, YOU MAKE THE EFFORT.
YOU TREK ON THE TRAIN TO THE COUNTRY, SMELLING NICE WITH CLEAN NAILS AND YOU SIT QUIETLY IN CHURCH AND TRY NOT TO SPILL ON YOURSELF AT THE RECEPTION.
AND YOU MAKE A NEW DRESS TO CELEBRATE THE DAY.
INSPIRED BY THE BLUSHING BRIDE, THE INIMITABLE MRS. MANN,
WE OPTED FOR A SHADE OF ROUGE:
THIS IS THE ALIX OF BOHEMIA RUBY IN CLARET DOTS
(ONE OF THE MANY BENEFITS OF A MAXI DRESS? SMOOTH LEGS ARE NOT REQUIRED. WHICH IS EXCELLENT, BECAUSE IF YOU WOKE UP LATE AND ALMOST MISSED THE TRAIN TO GLOUCESTER, YOU'RE PROBABLY TOO BUSY RUBBING SLEEP MARKS OFF YOUR FACE, DRINKING COFFEE AND RACING AROUND LOOKING FOR YOUR HOUSE KEYS TO DEAL WITH THE TEDIUM OF HAIR REMOVAL)
THOSE TINY INDIAN SPOTTY DOTS WE LOVE, OFFSET WITH SOME BANDS OF FRENCH LACE TO BREAK IT UP AND REMIND US WHERE WE COME FROM

WHAT A SWEET DAY WITH DEAR FRIENDS
(FLAVIA GOT MARRIED! AMAZING.)


ALIX OF BOHEMIA RUBY DRESS, MADE FROM HAND SPOTTED INDIAN COTTON, WITH BANDS OF FRENCH WOVEN LACE. HAND FINISHED THROUGHOUT WITH RUFFLE FROM THE KNEE SO YOU CAN KICK UP YOUR HEELS AT THE WEDDING.
FANCY A MERMAID MAXI OF YOUR OWN? SAY HEY SISTER! HERE.


THANK YOU TO LOVELY ALICE FOR IMAGES OF RUBY AND DETAILS.
SHE LIVES OVER HERE.