Hot pink, light pink, champagne pink, piggy pink, carnation pink or paradise pink? The possibilities of pinks are endless and if you thought standing in front of one of B&Q’s colour charts was a confusing kerfuffle of colour, boy were you wrong. Forget 50 shades of Grey, with Wiki’s tints of pink you can even choose a nationality for your chosen shade and since the tones stretch from France to New York it is hardly surprising we women find it a struggle to match our dresses with our many accessories. But rather than rant that we have every notable pink colour of handbag bar the one we are really looking for, I’m just going to enjoy the perfect match created below.
Tickle me pink.
(Quite possibly with a blend of shocking pink and a hint of cherry blossom pink too!)
Christmas brings an excess of tinsel, tiaras, turkey and tantrums and leaves very little time, or energy for creativity and folding of silks and sinamay and the stitching of flowers and feathers. Then came the February blues, not January in my case as I’m quite a fan of the leftovers and failed attempts at new beginnings. February brought one great big snotty slap in the face in the form of the flu. My first experience. My first, month long experience of resting, and sleeping, and sleeping and then resting, and Oh! the boredom! The only positive was the subsequent weight loss, which FYI, is sooo not worth it, so please if you can, always take vitamin C. But after February comes March, the best month of the year. Why I hear you ask? Why, it’s my birthday month! Yes, yes I do behave like a spoilt teenager and enjoy dragging out the celebrations for weeks on end and as result, it is now April. APRIL. I am a few pounds heavier and a few pounds poorer and clearly currently a failing blogger, so it is time to occupy my mind, my hands and my free moments with one of my favourite pastimes again… But in the mean time, here is a few snaps of 2k15 so far.
Sat here in a rather cosy nest of duvets watching the snow quickly turn to sleet and I’m struggling to figure out how it got to be the end of January. Where did Christmas go? I’m sure I didn’t eat enough sausage rolls, or drink enough cheap bubbly. It’s also just occurred to me that since I accidentally fell asleep and missed the all important count down to the New Year, I haven’t even set myself both the traditional and predictable resolution and promised myself that I will get that bikini bod for the summer and look like Beyonce next time I step off the treadmill.
Truth be told, despite being a big believer in cliches, I’m not really a fan of the new year, new me trend we all like to divulge in. No, not me. I’m more realistic, and this year more than ever I knew I wasn’t going to make it to the gym and I had no intention of ignoring my second favourite man, Terry, and his chocolate orange. But to my surprise, I have actually ventured to the gym in January! It may only have been the once, and I may have burnt more calories catching up with old colleagues rather than actually exercising, but it confirmed that my choice to gallivant around town, and the globe, working and playing is much more fun than getting sweaty anyway.
So, after my reflective trip on the gym I think it’s appropriate to create a slap dash jobbie of doing justice to 2014 and what was a truly incredible year for me personally and professionally. Despite loving a lengthy natter, I have decided to shut up now and roll with the famous, a picture is worth a thousand words. So here is my fun, food, friends and love filled 2014 in pictures, worth a couple hundred thousand words in my opinion.
Tonight I have been getting in to the Christmas spirit, preparing for the present wrapping and swirling delicate ribbons into long loose curls whilst watching my all time favourite Christmas film, Miracle on 34th Street, and munching on my first mince pie of the season. Talk about clichés, I know. Then, during the finale of the film, where I am yet again, screeching at the screen that I too, believe, believe in Santa Clause, I decided my time would be better spent making some sassy swirls to be worn to some swanky festivities. So the deliciously wrapped present idea was short lived, one hour and forty eight minutes to be precise, here’s to trusty tin foil, the most efficient, effective and shiny wrapping paper ever invented, and here’s to another new fascinating fascinator creation by yours truly.
A little late of the mark, hopefully unlike the horses, but here is a quick snap sent over by a summer client, sporting her cream and pink dress up for Ascot Races. I love the two colour combination with the pop of the two tones of pink against the cream, and the height given by the tilt of the base, but even more so, I love the selfie smiles.
Great dress, check! Bespoke, handmade fascinator, check! Happy racers, check! The only thing more satisfying than creating an object of beauty, is seeing someone happy to be wearing it. Thank you Amy Breslin for the photographs!
There is nothing more inspiring than a rainy day. The perfect excuse to hide away from the wet, woeful world and get lost in possibilities. So today, a particularly miserable looking Friday, I decided to turn off the glue gun and return back to the good old fashioned needle and thread. A few hours, Mr Olly Murs on repeat and the occasional pin prick later, here we have it; a new creation, a new wedding fascinator and a new style for the end of the year.
I would like to thank Nicky Maltby for sending me this picture perfect snap of her and her family having the time of their lives at a recent wedding. Looking beautiful in her bespoke, handmade fascinator, Rosa, made by yours truly, is a striking combination of cream veiling and pink roses and rosebuds on a thin cream alice band. A delicate beauty with a pop of colour, this is a photo I have a whole lotta love for.