One of the stranger parts of working on weddings and events is the disassembly process. So much time and thought goes into making sure the flowers are faultless on the day: Hairdryers are turned on stubborn blooms not wanting to open, flowers that blow quickly are ensconced in the cool bathroom, ribbons are matched with fabrics, candles placed on every available surface… And then it’s over. Before you know it you’re back at the venue, assuming the role of creator / destroyer, dismantling the whole she-bang. Sometimes the flowers are spirited away, sometimes they cannot be so they’re loaded back into the van and end up back at the studio whence they came.
This weekend’s flowers came back in pretty good shape despite the humidity - they were just at that stage where they look perfect but then you touch them and they fire petals every which way. And this is no bad thing.
I dismantled the pieces which came back and started to arrange the short stems into a zinc planter, some of them made it, some exploded to the touch leaving a trail of delphinium and peony petals.