No wait, you’ll never
eat lunch arrange flowers in this town church again. Sometimes florists inadvertently get off on the wrong foot when entering the territory of the church flower ladies. Most of the time, it works out perfectly, no problem in sight, but occasionally there is tension and toes are stepped on. I think I managed to swing it round in the end but things were definitely stacked against me for a while. I met someone once, who was thinking about creating a kind of Great British Bake Off-style show but with florists arranging flowers. I suggested that an exciting round of the competition could be florists versus flower ladies. Imagine the potential for terse exchanges, it would be like The Archers!
Blush continues to be the thing, alongside lots of ivory this week.
Today there was an arch, not a full, solid arch but a whispy, asymmetrical one on a base of passion flower vines, and when you walked through it you could smell the dill and peonies.
I am considering a complete overhaul at the studio. I’m desperate to hire a skip and just get rid of the years of detritus that have collected on every surface, in every box, EVERYWHERE. I want to buy hundreds of plants and create a miniature hothouse. I know that this isn’t practical and maybe it’s just swapping one problem for another but how nice just to fill a space with greenery. I have suggested to Paddy that we need more plants at home and have borrowed my mother’s copies of Mon Tricot from the 70s so I can learn to make Macramé plant holders and then there will be no stopping me.