My Fiddle Leaf Fig called Phillip

I am not one to jump on any given bandwagon when it comes to homewares and interiors. I have seen things come and go. Things like chevron print, pineapples everywhere, Target Missoni soft furnishings and numerous other fads.

We did have, however, a cow hide rug (Bernard) a decade ago. I wasn’t such a fan as I felt that it bought bad karma into the house. OH I KNOW I EAT MEAT AND WEAR LEATHER SHOES. But something didn’t feel right about walking across Bernard, so I sent him into exile, that being Mr. Woog’s Man Cave, where he promptly became the recipient of a can of oil during an oil change on a motorbike.

But there was one thing that became trendy which I jumped on like ducks onto June bugs. That being the Ficus lyrata.

Despite its name Ficus lyrata is not a sexually transmitted disease. It is a tree. It is a Fiddle Leaf Fig tree, as it is more commonly known.

I spied my Fiddle Leaf Fig Phillip at Bunnings. Mr. Woog didn’t understand that they were very cool, and protested at the price, but I bought it anyway and made him carry it to Sonia Kluger.

As soon as I placed the Phillip in the corner of my living room, my interiors street cred sky-rocketed. All I needed was a ju-ju hat, a copper bowl and a pom-pom rug, and I was good to go.


In a tragic turn of events, my tree has started to look very, very unwell. My friend Katrina Chambers has recently been through quite the ringer with her own Fiddle Leaf Tree.

Here is Phillip.

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I lamented the fact of his illness to the Facebook gang, where we got an extraordinary amount of advice. And Sarah, yes. I would have to agree with you.

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I consulted with Mr. Woog, who loves his garden, and we started of some gentle rehabilitation on Phillip. First off, he was taken outside and given a gentle watering. His big leaves (well, whats left of them anyway,) were dusted off. He was placed in an area that we refer to as the Beer Garden for the day. RUSTIC. Next to the outdoor thunder box.

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Mr. Woog fed him some plant food and added some soil, and later took to his leaves with some secateurs. We then placed him inside in a corner where he will receive much welcomed dappled light. I told everyone that we must not shout in front of Phillip, as we do not want to stress him out any further than he needs to be. He has been through quite the struggle.

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I must buy a nicer pot for him. Maybe that’s the problem.

Anyway, as it happens there is a newer, trendier indoor plant making the rounds of glossy interior magazines. The Mother In Law Tongue. And I also jumped on this trend and bought one that is NEVER GOING TO GIVE ME AN INCH OF GRIEF.

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Because she is plastic. Buy yours HERE. Mr. Woog is quite beside himself that we have a plastic plant, but I don’t care. It gives me no worries at all, even though I am quite sure that I will manage to kill it anyway.

Do you follow interior trends?

Show me your joint! Pictures please!

Ever killed a fake plant?

Also taking suggestions on what to call my new addition….