The Flour Shop is what happened when two local girls wanted to combine the very best things in life... cake & flowers.
As an end-of-birthday-week gift, I ordered a bunch this weekend for my motherbear and oh boy it was gorgeous. Almost like it had been picked straight from someone's blooming garden, with just the right amount of structure.
The only regret? I should have ordered a cake too.
Scandinavia was heaven for a flower child like me & PX was super patient when I stopped every 20m to take a photo, ha! Lucky me. Enjoy these photos of beautiful creation that, really, is everywhere, but we notice more when we're away from home.
PX & I have always placed a lot of importance on our travel accomodation & we (him more, me less) do quite a bit of searching for the right place in the cities we visit, regardless of the duration. Not that this means five star hotels... In fact, it usually means not five star hotels at all. Our first residence was a tiny student apartment in Vesterbro, Copenhagen and it could not be more perfect slash scandi cool. A home away from home is the aim & this one set the bar quite high!
T Gorman culottes Max Mara top Country Road shoes outfit post here S Zimmerman dress Country Road shoes
Wow, what a rare occasion to have a photo of T & I together. In the wake of our Hello May obsession (forgive us, it really is the year of love here) we decided to chuck the cover pose on the eve of the party. Slightly belated photo posting, but its my blog and I'll cry if I want to, et cetera et cetera
Not sure if you noticed how coordinated we were in our last post, but let me assure you, while it was accidental, it was certainly not the first time we've dressed uncannily matching. I maintain T has a spycam and copies me, but this is so far an unproven fact. Perhaps we both just have exceptional taste, hohoho.
“There's no such thing as bad weather, only unsuitable clothing”
Not that Perth really has any bad weather at all anyway... anything under 10 degrees Celsius justifies cold weather gear. T & I took the chance of evening shifts to eat breakfast and take a stroll by the ocean on one of Perth's coldest mornings (ahh! single figures!!) and captured the joy that we call Winter.
I caught this crazy bug from my mother that makes me plan a travel wardrobe in significantly more detail than the trip itself. I can't help spending every spare moment of the day pondering whether my Birks should come to Norway with me or not... I mean please, Birks are so scandi chic, yes?