Thursday, March 3, 2011
I am an unapologetic hoarder of Martha Stewart Wedding magazines. I pull them out of the bookcase again and again - they are so beautifully crafted and have wonderful ideas in them time and time again. I got the urge to make a hand-tied wedding bouquet, which I haven't done for a while. Hand-tied bouquets have been the most popular style of floral arrangement for brides for a while now and they look just as at home in a vase as they do accompanying a bride down the aisle (minus the ribbon of course).
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
I walked out the back door yesterday morning with our dogs and pussy cats in tow. As we wandered around the backyard, looking for some flowers for my next project, I realised that summer is coming to an end. Not a flower was in sight except for some ground cover primulas so I went out to the front of the house where the roses reside - not a single bud.
Well, there was one more little garden that I hadn't checked - the vegetable garden. Admittedly it has been a little neglected, but the sturdy little herbs and leafy greens have soldiered on despite the lack of water. So I trotted back around to the back of the house and found miracle of miracles: the only flowers with stems in the whole garden.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
I was in the fruit and veg shop yesterday and I saw these looovely sunflowers - they really are a ''happy'' flower. Another happy and really long lasting flower is the chrysanthemum... I sound like I have a speech impediment when I say that word, so just as well I'm typing it!
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
|Bond Street, London: Frankelin D Roosevelt and Winston Churchill discuss war, peace and wedding anniversaries (Winston seems to approve of my first bouquet from floristry school).|
My darling husband came home from work one evening just over a year ago to find me fussing over my flowers yet again. I hadn't done any housework, the floor was littered with leaves and I had that manic look in my eyes... even the flowers looked traumatised.
"You're just a frustrated florist."
Little did he know that his throwaway comment would have me booking a one way ticket to London within the week. Never one to do anything by halves, I jumped on the first available flight and applied to the internationally renowned Jane Packer Flower School.
Posted by Virginia on Tuesday, January 11, 2011