But I do have a theory. It is this. If you walk into six churches on a Friday afternoon, at least four will have yellow roses and gyp. Sadly I can’t test this theory tomorrow as it’s a civil ceremony. However, I shall endeavour to survey the whole venue in search of yellow roses and gyp and report back.
The table? Got to be arts and crafts. And the vase, fabulous in all it’s brassyness.
Yellow roses aside. The flowers were for a rose garden theme. And the alliums are homegrown. There’s a few bits n bobs appearing now. And the first sweet pea appeared. Oh it was lush. In the right circles it would be called ‘vintage’. In others, just plain pretty.