I’ve fallen behind with this blog of late. Part of the reason for this was that wedding. The wedding of my cousin James and his beautiful bride Lizzie. Two teepees next to a river, a priory nestled in the woods, tears, Klezmer, the biggest disco ball I’ve ever seen and three hundred calla lilies. That starts to describe a tiny part of it.
Inevitably, I took almost no photos in the whirlwind leading to the wedding and hardly any during the proceedings but will hopefully post some official shots at some point in the future.
James and Lizzie are design-obsessed. Straight lines, geometricity, Frank Lloyd Wright, Orla Kiely prints and 60’s styling are all reasonably high priorities and the same simplicity and bold design featured in their flower choices. Glass cylinders of pure white callas with a bold yellow calla stripe were the table centres and large vases of giant callas and eremurus were placed in the ceremony room and priory. In a departure from the modern lines, Lizzie carried long-stemmed dahlias and daisies, unstripped stems and all. The super-fine gypsophilia headdress made her look like a flower fairy.
The sun shone all day and then the next day it all changed. Suddenly it feels like late summer.
Leftovers were few and far between after this wedding. I salvaged a few blown spray roses for the grey swan. Grey and yellow… Does it get any better?