Anne Geddes

Anyone remember her?  90's.  Peach jeans were in.  They've come back round I believe. 

One day I shall show you a picture of our baby girl who I carried for nine months and brought into the World in August 2012. I will naturally style the photo to reflect that she is a florists daughter.  This gives us options.

Option A - Anne Geddes style.  Baby dressed as a flower sat in a flower.
Option B - In a flowerpot. 
Option C - Wiring buttonholes.  We have to wait 16 years for this option.

Votes on a postcard please.

Blog updating will resume shortly.  In the meantime, you'll have to have a nosey at what's here.  This is useful is you're planning a spring wedding.  That was the last time I updated it.  Bad blogger.

Laura x

Blue, red. Whatever. This wedding was perfect purple.

OK, so the Groom would say it has to be red this season. I have no idea. The weekly updates on whether it's going to be red or blue are beyond what my mental arithmetic on points, games in hand (whatever that means) and goal difference mathematics can muster.

I'm not from Manchester originally. I have no allegiance to the blues nor the reds. If I had to say there is a family loyalty to any team. It would be Swindon Town FC I suppose. You can see my passion is with flowers.

So, as promised. Here is a few pictures from a purple wedding. I thought I'd keep it neutral. Colour wheel combinations and all that.

Such a beautiful day. Sun shone. Team out in force. Delphinium. Lilac. Tulips. Roses. Many, many others.  All at St John's Church in lovely Chorlton and then at Great John Street Hotel, Manchester.

One of my favourite flowers featured.  Lilac.  In all manor of shades.  Also, one can't forget the tuberose.  It's scented.  One can't go wrong with scented.

  

Afternoon Tea and the blooms. A new story in the book of Laura Coleman Flowers

For this one, I didn't need to do the writing.  It's all there in the pic.

Was it raining when this picture was taken?  There's a 50/50 chance you'll get it right.  Guesses in the comments box please.

Green. It's the new black.

Every now and then you get a request for green.  Green and white.  And Lily of the Valley.  Lily of the Valley is my Mum's favourite.  Thank goodness for old fashioned soaps like this.  Timeless.  I miss the wooden crate that the lemon shaped soap used to come in.  Now it's on a rope.  Never mind.

Anyway.

There was indeed Lily of the Valley.  There was bark. There were green roses.  There was The Monastery.

All in all a fabulous floral display.

PS The Lily of the Valley arrives like this. I plant the roots after they are cut.  You never know your luck.