I am a nostalgia junky. I was lucky enough to have a happy childhood and am now obsessed with anything that takes me back to those halcyon days… Swallows and Amazons, No Kiss for Mother, The Three Robbers, Masquerade, The Wind in the Willows and a long list of others that remain in the family home. When I look at landscapes, I am almost always reminded of illustrations from books. This weekend, the wedding reminded me of Beshlie’s Romany Wood. (But in a stately home, not a caravan).
The venue was located on the (uncharacteristically sunny and warm) Northumbrian coast in lanes lined with blackberries, elder, trailing ivy and rosehips. All of the seasonal components sat within the arrangements alongside heather, thistles and bridal whites.
The mother of the bride (a pleaure to work with) wanted to use plants for the newlyweds to plant up in their new garden after the wedding, so groups of ferns, heathers, heucheras and shrubs were grouped on tree stumps, dressers and mantles where flowers may have normally sat.
This was a big job, I took it as a compliment when the wedding planner at the venue stated that she loved it when clients went “over the top” with flowers and plants. Is there any other way to go? Depsite that, it was understated, perhaps because of the informality of the flowers.
The venue was mainly dressed on Friday and finishing touches were added on the Saturday morning. Making buttonholes and watching this from the studio almost made me a morning person (but not quite).
Dressing the church gates (and feeling very Constance Spry) was followed by some graveyard exploration.
And then I fell asleep at 4pm watching the Bake Off on iplayer.