You do wonder taking a booking on Friday 13th.
This Friday 13th had squealing girls in pjs and hairdressers. The excitement was infectious. And then to the tent. Down quiet country lanes. Super picturesque. It’s so lovely and there will be two more wedding here over the summer.
And so to the flowers, a cast of thousands. Particularly loving the use of tuberose and jasmin. It’s the soft trailyness (yes that is a real word). Added stocks, and bingo scentastic. Spray roses, wheat, panicum fountain, lilac, phlox, sweet william, astrantia and ammi. See, told you, thousands.
Nearly forgot, English bluebells. Or are they? Maybe spanish? Either way they were grown in the UK. A fave this month.
And then it was back to reality for little ole me. I resisted the urge to pocket a tomato plant although I did manage a little twirl on an empty dancefloor – not bad for a day at the office.
To follow – bridesmaids bouquets, sweet table, table plans…