Even in winter, there’s nothing that can beat a bunch of fresh flowers. They might not be able to compete with spring daffodils that cost a mere pound a bunch, or fat, thick-stemmed peonies in the summertime, but there’s still something so delightful about a weekend trip to pick up fresh blooms. There’s a little flower shop in Sunningdale, the village where we like to head for Sunday brunch, that I’ve been meaning to visit for ages but never quite get round to. But the pull of the Christmas wreaths and garlands and lights that decorate the shop became just too strong to resist, so Jason and I got up early on Saturday morning and made a pilgrimage to buy some flowers for the house.

The shop is beautiful- so artfully arranged and displayed, with fairy lights twinkling and dark green foliage amongst the reds and purples and yellows. After a brief flirtation with buying a Christmas wreath for the front door and a bunch of tulips that aren’t at all seasonal but were nearly too pretty to resist, I went for a few tangly stems of eucalyptus and some fluffy plum coloured flowers I don’t know the name of. The eucalyptus smells incredible, and the purpley-red flowers are now brightening up both my bedside table and the little shelf in the hallway. Next up in the house-decoration game? A Christmas tree!…

What I wore :: Cardigan coat {past season Jigsaw, similar here} || Shirt || Jeans || Ballet pumps (c/o)