Saturday in London.

Hubby and I went for a little shop in London today and our first stop was Victorinox

to buy a travel bag for him. As well as travel goods,

this shops sell clothing and Swiss army knives...

which were displayed like artwork, behind a glass frame...

We continued to fight the crowds stroll around London,
with me happily snapping away...

trouble was every time I turned around after taking my photo

he had disappeared...wandered away...

trying to disown me...again...

I mean...I know that I probably embarrassed him a little in Paris,

when I stuffed those books I found,
into a plastic bag that was blowing around the park...

but really...standing in the middle of a road,
holding up the odd taxi doesn't really compare...

Anyway...we strolled along and 'by chance' came across Avery Row...

and we happened to stumble across my favourite store...fancy that!

Out came the camera again...can you see him in the window...

he's the one with his back to me and his arms crossed...

However, all of a sudden he decided to follow me closely, 

showing great interest in this lovely shop...

in fact he was right on my heels...

So with the excuse that I wanted to check out the changing rooms,

I selected a couple of their gorgeous dresses...just to try on....

and what can I say but ...WOW...

This huge room is totally wallpapered in C&R Toile de jouy...

and accessorized with cushions and fabrics...

and great vintage bits...

I did eventually remove myself from the changing rooms to continue our stroll...

past chocolate shops...

more colourful shop windows...

oh and some rather beautiful looking cherries.

And... I scored!!

Robx

Trees

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth's sweet flowing breast,

A tree that looks at God all day,

And lifts her leafy arms to pray,

A tree that may in Summer wear

A nest of robins in her hair,

Upon whose bosom snow has lain,

Who initimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

by: Joyce Kilmer (1886-1918)

A Walk in the Woods.

Today, I drove to the woods...

in search of bluebells...

through the gate I went...

 

onto the path...

past the tall, tall trees...

and saw a glimpse through a fence...

of a carpet of bluebells...

deep in the woods...

then I drove home through the 
beautiful green hedgerows.

Heaven Scent

The light in the house, here in England, has improved dramatically with the advent of  Spring and the help of daylight saving time. We're having some beautiful sunny weather and it has encouraged me to start snapping away inside once again.

I started with a pot of flowering cactus in the kitchen,
sitting on a little green book which I picked up
for a song the other day...

I couldn't resist such a pretty book called Holiday Chaplet...with stories such as "The Pic-Nic"; "The Thicket of Furze" and "Never Mind Scoffs".

I then spotted my perfume bottles, with the light reflecting on the mirror on which they are sitting...

So of course I got carried away, rearranging...
practicing my photography skills...

I really love my collection...usually selected for their
interesting shape and colourful label or stopper...

Two smaller bottles on a Victorian hand mirror in ebony...apparently after Queen Victoria became a widow, all such accessories were produced in sombre black finishes...

But it's not all sombre in my household...I love displaying things on mirrors as the glass really bounces the light around...

Old tarnished lids on glass...

and on a cushion...

A simple frosted glass dressing table container...

This little atomiser is my favourite...but there's a story...

I actually bought it by default many years ago...thought the tag said $35...didn't have my glasses on...it actually cost $85 but by this time I was at the cash register and I had fallen in love with it...

Linking up with Sarah for Good Life Wednesday.