how/why you got into the flowers
i worked for a florist in london answering the telephone. i paid attention.
on your current playlist
spotify is my best friend, and i listen to music all day hence all the blog post titles being song lyrics. i generally default to john mayer or rhianna or elvis.
savoury or sweet?
can it be a combination of the two? chocolate with sea salt is my downfall, especially on thick slices of toasted baguette. i also like crisps. a lot.
best ever flower (for this week at least)
florists are fickle, no more so than me. today i have declared my undying love for dahlias and rosehips and protea nutans. like a scarlet woman tomorrow i shall say the same to the hundreds of anemones that are coming in. flowers die, it's fine to cheat on them.
gin. this is well documented, a little too well documented, most people have me down as a lush. i'm not precious about the brand, but a tall crystal glass with lots of ice and a slice is imperative.
your most unappealing habit
probably a question best left to those around me. i should probably learn to bite my tongue more often, it gets me into terrible trouble. also my fear of the lens. see above.
couldn't live without
my family and friends, i don't function on any level without them. the hound, a camera, red lipstick, striped tops, my blackberry, berocca, and tinned mackerel.
what makes your heart sing
that point at a dinner party, when your guests bellies are full, there is still wine in the bottle and your cheeks hurt from laughing. obvs, the table is bedecked in suitably beautiful yet nonchalantly casual flowers and the light is just perfect for photography.
tell me a secret