|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.
|All in white: roses, astilbe, lillies, mini gladioli|
My daughter was training as a pastry chef at Le Cordon Bleu London, so it didn't take much pushing or shoving to get me on a plane (even though I have a horrendous fear of flying). Katie, my well meaning daughter, booked me into an old, five story tenement building complete with sloping floors, rickety stairs and squealing mice... oh and a (singular) bathroom which I shared with the eight Russian tenants two flights down.
I came to the conclusion that I was inhabiting a tiny servant's room of a bygone era at the very top with views and air conditioning by the way of a tilting window in the roof. Luxury!! What a start - what on earth was I doing here?! Little did I know it would be the beginning of a most wonderful adventure with flowers, meeting people from all walks of life and countries along the way.
I returned to Sydney after a six-month-long sojourn and have since been doing flowers for private events. I have started up this blog to share my love of flowers and show just how accesible floristry can be. There's nothing as rewarding as being able to give a hand-made bouquet or create a beautiful centre piece for your table. I will be sharing my tips and tricks, and I hope you will enjoy flower arranging as much as I do!