Try to remember...

When the summer existed...

One day, a long long time ago, we went to Oxfordshire. Hot air balloons laced across the sky as we sat in a garden eating scrumptious salads...

The hostess, parents of a dear friend of ours, is a potter extraordinaire and all of her family tableware is made in her studio.

The studio itself is hidden in the inner corner of a garden full of blossoming flowers, trees laden with fruit and tempting little places to swing, seat, sunbathe and generally relax.

 

 

A delicious day in the heat of the summer.

 

If only I could remember what it felt like to be warm.

Monochrome

For someone who is usually a veritable rainbow of colour, I am loving the monochrome look at the moment. Maybe it has something to do with the DIRE weather we are having: I just don't feel like wearing bright summery colours and black and white just always looks crisp and right.

Indeed, I'm wearing this dress above for a wedding in two weeks time.

As I sit at the computer in this Noa Noa top, black trousers and gold All Stars, my fingers clicked over to one of my favourite American chains:

White House Black Market.

 

My oh my, have they got some gorgeous frocks for the fall....

 

 

 

With a black pair of linen trousers just finished and a white linen and crochet top just finished it's going to take something of a tropical miracle to get me back into any kind of technicolour: glorious or otherwise...