I’ll admit it there are some flowers I once hated and now love. These of the wax variety are those. Here my new friends were wired by me and lovely Han with bombastic roses, erica, tuberose and jasmine and taken to a pretty bride in Lincs.

I still haven’t blogged about my own wedding I know but I will I will, if not for nostalgia but as a reminder it was once summer, dill was bright yellow and skys were blue.

Now to pumpkins, warm winter berries, Bluebird and boat leaks. Happy Thursday xxx

The day I was guarded on gardenia, nearly fell out of a window throwing confetti, Cary grant style ushers wore blooms and Mr C and I agreed on jasmine.

Oh and and squeak…the jour I also bugged the brilliant Nick Ray about flower photography.

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Bloom, introduced to me by my eccentric old boss at Harper and Toms.

I so know this photography is going to make my own look pants but I don’t care.

Here’s Simon Proctor and his Liberty Child – seriously, what florist doesn’t obsess over floral fabric and a tuss de muss?

LOVE for a saturday

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P.s I’ve resumed twittering…it’s a bit scary.

Today’s a getting back to work in a Christmas planning day way…garlands, Queens Park wanderings, the wiring of silks and cups of tea. Maybe a toastie.

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A sad post. Our darling puss Mme Cholet sadly died while we were away getting married so although loved up, it was a sad journey home from France.

She ruled the towpath seeing off foxes, could oft be found paying respect in Kensal Green Cemetery, enjoyed escaping upstream with the coal boys, curled up amongst flower boxes in my cab, became a sister to Harper, rolled around in posey debris; stole foie gras, had a curious penchant for waxflower and woke you up with such a ferocious quack you’d be forgiven for thinking she was a goose.

Adventures were many and for all my life changing Joni Mitchell moments, she’s been here, her last, peacefully under a tree, another.

I think she’s being rather disapproving of that urn arrangement, (and you’re right Cho, it’s a funny shape)…but I’ll let that go.

Love, love, loved you.

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So a bleak blog of late, but in short we left the flowers behind and ran off to France to marry amongst the charolais, sheep, trees, heart shaped cheeses and lovely people.

Memories of many friends larking about in heavenly Honfleur. I’ve trodden these cobbled streets a hundred times so it was great to see loved ones doing the same.

In no particular order, a favourite funfair, colourful carouseling, the one that got away and Carolines take on Normandy… good souly things for a leaky london boat.

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but I’ll be back soon… from Normandy, where I met Captain under an apple tree.

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Pretty and stylish. I’ve developed a massive crush on Sydney Parkinson and old school botanica over the last few years. Great framed and gazed at they’re soon being rolled up and heading to France for a flower lovers wedding.

Sketches and illustrations aside, this week…six tutus and a tale of a gardenia.

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Dangerous dalliances at the flower market.

A rather clever gent with a yenn for old school glamour thought these would be a good idea recently, after all in days gone by they really were the bees knees.

Warned off by knowing boys from Covent Garden I approached with caution for cultivation of these deliciously scented stems is not what it once was. How to? Be gentle, they bruise easily, order triple, store cold and use within 12 hours.

Thankfully my florists fear eased when three trays of plants and 70 cut stems later a lovely man from the Times took pictures (coming coming coming), I blushed and thanks to a beautiful beautiful bride and Jasper, my gardenia rocked.

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Captain and I are marrying in a few weeks and I am now finding myself squeezing in to the trotters of all those fabulous, often inspiring and beautiful brides I’ve worked with. Let me just say, I get it girls.

Todays list, decorations, cake colours, music music music, tree pom poms and lastly how could I forget why we are running off to an Orchard in the first place?

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Lovely pics – a few from Lola.