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December was a difficult month. There were a lot of weddings and as I made bouquets, buttonholes and table centres, I watched as Paddy and my mother emptied the studio around me. Eight years worth of Wildflower was loaded into various vans and taken from Vallum to the Ouseburn.

I can’t really remember the exact series of events. I started thinking, life would be so different if I moved the business to Newcastle. So Beth and I drove around one evening looking for studio space.

Beth: “Stop! There’s a to let sign”

I put the number in my phone and didn’t call it for a few days. Then I left a message and forgot about it. A week or so later I went to see the space with Paddy. I had no expectations and we weren’t in the mood to leave the house but we did.

And I suppose what followed was a lesson in how to move your business. I saw the space and wanted it. What next? Think about it, get Paddy to do spreadsheets, worry, panic, feel tense, tell the landlady you want it, feel heartbroken when she tells you there are more viewings, feel elation when she says it’s yours. I’ve never transferred money quicker than that deposit.

And then came Christmas.

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And then came new life in the Ouseburn. Not a brand new, immaculate premises in Newcastle; more a pile of boxes and chaos in a new space. I like to think of it as a work in progress. So bear with me. I am fully functioning but not exactly “client ready”. Nor do I have a pot of gold with which to re-brand, buy new fittings and perfect my new surroundings but over coming months I hope to hone my new home into a thing of botanical beauty where I can invite you all to come and muse over plants, flowers and generally chew the fat over a cup of tea. Watch this space…