Under the Fig Tree
There is a beautiful specimen of a fig in our garden. It was a mere twig in 2001 when I battled home balancing it on the back of the Boos pram. For some reason I knew I had to buy it. I kill lots of (most) plants so it was much to Mr INPOs dismay that I requested yet another hole to be dug in the garden.
This fig is by far my greatest gardening achievement. And by achievement I mean I have done absolutely nothing but lucked out that Twiggy likes the position and the soil. Neither of which I had looked in to.
Now the family sit under the fig tree. Twiggy – natures finest most beautiful parasol.
And now she gets to be the backdrop to my grown up life. Working with La Redoute I reclaimed an area of the garden and luckily I ordered some Mediterranean sun. I am literally living the dream. If only I could actually cook but lets pretend that the bowls will have the most gorgeous paella in them instead of chicken goujons and Mccain oven chips.
The garden still is home to a trampoline, football net, netball post and four gazillion balls but this little haven is mine. All mine.
The soundtrack you should have playing in your head whilst browsing these pics should be Summertime Will Smith but every now and then just let Iggy Azeala pop in with a little I’m So Fancy if you wouldn’t mind.
The original post for this La Redoute content was June 28th on Instagram and the post and stories were sponsored content #spon with all products used gifted to me. I did not have to do a blog post but I just loved these photos and wanted to share. I also popped my IGTV cherry so do try and take a look at that if you get a moment!
Always keep your eyes peeled for discounts. I often put it on my Instagram stories if there is a good one flying about. Delivery is super quick and I have always loved La Redoute having been a customer for years especially for homeware because the quality is fabulous.
Guys. I’m all grown up!
PS Two days into having the fabulous garden furniture I am majorly fed up – my dream garden is being ruined by…… plants!!!! F**king tree from next door to be precise. It throws down a tonne of shit ALL THE TIME. I feel the world does not want me to grow up. I am trying to be an adult but I am basically throwing a tantrum hourly!!!!! Off to sweep it up. For the umpteenth time today.