We’re on the move


September, and time for a change.  I’ve spent a long time looking at the business and thinking about what works, and what can we change.  What do I really love doing and can I make it better.  So, I’ve made the decision to operate from a studio and focus solely on weddings and larger scale events.  To this end, there will be no retail side to the business as of 1 October.

It’s been getting increasingly harder to deliver on our events side, with over 50 events a year.  It also means more focus on home grown, the chance to grow some interesting varieties, the sort of stuff that makes our work look that little bit different and stand out from the crowd.  And most importantly, the chance to breathe and think, be inspired, take in what the world has to offer. Be creative, be more creative.

It’s been so quiet on the blog.  The August wedding season is phenomenal. So much beauty to bring. Lots of large scale events and mixed with a computer that simply died.  Not a bit, COMPLETELY.  Black screen and a cursor.  I’m praying for a miracle, the miracle of recovered images.  Fingers crossed.

August also saw us win an award.  Yay!  Silver Gilt no less, for our window design for LK Bennett at Dig the City back at the start of the month.  It seems such a long time ago.  Playing catch up, big time.


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002 012 017 019 021 Blog Syptych1035 039 040 044 Blog Syptych2 Blog Syptych3Thing I learnt last week:

The M6 is not fit for purpose. The end.

There are 2,000 people prepared to do a 100k ultra marathon. I know two of them.

There is a cheese room in a Cotswold farm shop that smells so strong some people have to leave. I was not one of them.

There is a complete ‘pretty’ overload in that part of the world.  With iron plant pots four feet high. Trailing wisteria, wild scabious meadows and ten feet high hollyhocks.  Simply beautiful. And a trip to Hidcote.  More plants bought, and the challenge of where to put them? The garden is looking somewhat tired scruffy, grass as high as an elephant’s eye. You get the gist.  And I now get a new challenge of clipping a hawthorn hedge. Only took ten years to grow it, and now it won’t stop.  The moral of this is ‘be careful what you wish for’.


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Wild things

001 1 013 015033 019037039 024the one where a gazebo blew away. On the plus side we used one of the broken poles and hung beer bottles from it. Waste not want not.

Saturday morning was strange, the end of the heatwave.  Heavily shrouded in mist I had promised great views.  There was nothing to see. Just grey drizzle. It felt like a tent in a mysterious field surrounded by who know’s what?  But, as time wore on the mists lifted to reveal the most glorious views of the Peak District.

And I got to use lots of home grown beauty too. The very first of the aubergine coloured cornflowers, lavender, sedum, nigella seed heads, sweet peas and a couple of things I have no recollection of planting, but they fit with the theme.  Tent poles were draped with ferns, foliages and limonium to soften everything.

You really can’t beat an outdoorsy rustic farm wedding. Well maybe if Belle and Sebastian came along and made everyone sing and dance that would ice my cake.  Yes, Glastonbury. Did you see it?  Having a bad day? Watch it, and see if you don’t want to get up and dance.

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Oasis in the City

1 2 0223 026 0314 5 050 051 052 056 0656It’s a pretty overload today.  Soft blush and gold, succulents, ferns, and foliages.

This job makes you think on your feet.  However much planning goes into a wedding something will always change on the day.  In this case the wall hung backdrop.  Was going to be an arching garland drapped across the bar.  On the day we realised with there simply wasn’t the room. It worked out even better though.

Such a fabulous day and we got to work with this lady.  Seriously she rocks.


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Seasonal Flower Alliance

004 Blog Syptych006 008 010 011 015 018It’s been a tough week.  It was also British Flowers week. Which I pretty much missed in it’s entirety.  There was all manner of beauty on my IG feed.  So many fabulous growers and talented florists out there.

But for me it was a week of vet visits, anti biotics, anti inflammatories, pain relief and scrambled egg. A very poorly post op pooch, who is now on the mend. So today to give her a little break from mooching around the house we went to the plot.  And oh my!  Such bounty. Such beauty.  So many gorgeous blooms to pick.  Here’s a rundown of my little arrangement.

Peonies, garden roses, chive flowers, nigella, apples, poppy seed heads,  cow parsley, geranium and the tiniest sweet peas.  And something purple that I have no idea what it is, but it looks pretty and well, why not.  There’s also a little snail mooching around the dining room.  Buggered if I can find it though.

Next week there is so much beauty planned.  BIG wedding.  The shop is closed on Friday.  And there will be four florists trying to fit in the world’s smallest lift with a giant urn.  It’s going to be fun.

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Blog Syptych 035 032 029 028 027 018 011 008 005buttonholesGender politics. The gender politics of hair? This week hair trauma.  I think it’s safe to say I’m not someone who is often described as ‘girly’.  But that said, it also doesn’t mean that because I don’t having flowing locks I lack any style.  So for a very simple short cut, a bit of undercutting on the back and sides and a longer choppy bit on the top it took two stylists.

TWO!   And an hour and half.  And the phrase ‘I can’t do men’s hair’. Err sorry to break this to you petal, but I’m a lady.  And not of course forgetting you’ve been cutting hair for eight years?!  Maybe it’s time to brush up on the ‘barbering’ skills.  Oh and one final thing, stop charging me for ‘women’s hair’ if it’s clearly a men’s cut.

Oh I’m glad that little rant is over and done with.  There was going to be another about organisations waffling on about ‘reduce, reuse, recycle’ and then using shit loads of plastic trays and floral foam. But I don’t have the energy for that.

Down at the plot amazing things are happening.  Artichokes a-go-go, I’m waiting until they develop that soft fluffy lilac centre before harvesting.  The Nigella bed is just about to pop and the poppies make one’s heart swoon.  Although the sweet peas are sulking immensely. A little like the whole of social media, which consisted of the phrase ‘first day of summer’ and ‘snowing in Scotland’. There will be warmth at some stage.  Ever the optimist.


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Northern Flowerhouse

002 005 008 011 bouquetA genuine question of ‘what time is the Sheik arriving?’  Oh yeah, that posh.  So posh you can’t even bring yourself to get to the camera out for fear of admonishment.  And I now know the answer to how many bouquets will the van hold.  41.

And Eurovision.  We don’t win because we just don’t enter a very good song.  There you go rocket science. Sweden on the other hand had a rather splended number.  Although personally I was routing  for Belgium.  Should have won on the basis of the ‘facegrab’ dance move alone.  Oh there was a Mancunian in the group too.

Things that bore me this week?  The Busy Post.  You know the one.  I’m sooooo busy I don’t have time to breathe.  Yet somehow I’m here on social media doing my thing.  Pah. You know exactly how busy I am.  By the deafening silence.  See that tumbleweed, listen to the breeze, because when it’s event time there aint nothing going on.

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