Mr FF's colleagues sent me these flowers. Aren't they nice? I love it how flowers these days arrive in vases. So much better than having to arrange them yourself.
They're from Phoebe. Of course. Apparently she used to action the flowers at Buckingham Palace.
Here's a soothing vignette from the Fuschiadome. Not to be confused with a vinaigrette that you'd douse a salad with.
Do you love Liberty fabric as much as I do? It's so pretty.
My Mum's whipping up a Liberty smock dress arrangement for Niece FF who arrives from yonder shortly. I wish I could sew things.
Last night a cast of thousands descended for dinner. Luckily I'd never ever knowingly undercater and had made enough retrolicious Bolognaise circa 1977 with tinned champignions to feed the 8th Regiment.
Up until recently I'd never turned my mind to Swaddling or Muslins. ( Not to be confused with Muslims.) These days you can hardly move without hitting a muslin wrap round these here parts and I can action a muslin swaddle arrangement like No One's Business. Even in the middle of the night. While Half Asleep. Doesn't my baby's nose look cute?