Soft pink vintage flowers and a blast from the past

This week the rain has been playing havoc with my cycling plans.  I've had the bike all done up.  It's got a new chain.  The seat remains uncomfortable, but there is nothing to be done.  It's one of those mountain bike ones.  It's bright blue.  It's functional.  Sadly, it is not a classic, vintage style, black, slim framed, 'designed for ladies wearing nice dresses' one with a basket on the front for your shopping.  That is the bike of my dreams.  If the weather improves, I'll keep you posted on the journeys of the magical mountain bike.  Until then, flowers it is.  Not bad really.

Today is brought to you by the letter V.  V is for vintage.  It is also brought to you by the letter P.  The letter P is for Peonies (British ones - their nearly done now), Pink and Pedestal.  More on this below.

Christines wedding was lovely.  All blousy flowers with lots of lovely textures.  The peonies opened perfectly (there's another P) and the weather was warm.  Christine needed it to be that way for her lovely floaty Jenny Packham number.

Here's her wedding in the final (well almost) Letter P - Pictures.

Laura x

 Very magical light. I rather like it.  Feels a bit creative.

 An urn of blooms that look simply magical.  Hazel and honeysuckle feature.

 Delphinium.  Always provides glamourous height.  The floral equivalent of Laboutins.

 Flowers on film.......my old mate Bradders getting all the detail in.

I'm going to try my hand at Sweet Pea growing.  Success will be blogged, lack of success will be erm......not mentioned and politely glossed over.

Pretty bridesmaids bouquet.  Love it when a British Peony does you this proud.

The Jenny Packham dress was a cracker.  So are these flowers.  I wanted to hug it.  Best not.  They're pretty delicate blooms.

For the final P.  Perfect.

A wedding south of Macclesfield and a car called Coral

I do love the spirit of a bank holiday.  Everyone's excited.  The weather is a hot topic. I start to be concerned for the welfare of those sleeping under canvas during a thunder storm and I get a trip to Conwy.

For those that are in the know, I'm originally from sunny Hampshire.  Southampton was the nearest big place to go shopping and it's fairly near Stonehenge I suppose.  My family all live that way.  It means that when they holiday, they come to Wales.  Me and the hubbie were invited on the holiday.  We wedged in a three day break between weddings.  It rained.  Alot.  We don't care about these things.  Rain just means that we barbequed under an umbrella, kept the farmhouse warm with a roaring log fire, put on raincoats to take my Aunts dog for a walk, went to a lot of lovely country pubs, ate out at the Groes Inn and stayed in and played Scrabble.  It's my new favourite game.  24 was my highest score in one go.  Not bad.

It occured to me in the car on the way home that I'd not written about the wedding near Bristol.  It was a lovely one indeed. I decamped to my Nanny and Grandad's house and worked from the workshop in the barn.  It was lovely.  Water vessels were posher than when I'm here.  The floral pottery jugs are lucky to still be in my Grandmother's possession.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the World my cousin Daisy bought a car.  It's new name is Coral.

Laura x

 

The brides friend handpainted each of the teapots.  As a thank you gift, the bride gave me Brimstone.  It's in my kitchen.

Tea pots brimming.  I love tea.  I love flowers.  I love teapots.

Close up of the bouquets.  Anenome, pittosporum and double price tulips to name but a few.

A pretty welcome to a beautiful church.  The verger really liked this one. I exchanged some tulips for the heating to be put on.  It was super cold in the Church!