After the pillow fiasco, this little florist went to market.

Today started off in a very strange way.  I awoke very cross with the hubbie.

Me to hubbie: "Phillip (he only get's called that when he is in a great deal of trouble), you must take the pillows back to the Travelodge in Liverpool, they'll called the police."

Hubbie to me: "What are you on about?  We haven't been to a Travelodge since 2007 and we've never been to Liverpool together."

He had a point.

I decided to get up and go to the flower market.  I bought peonies and some alchemilla mollis among other things.  He's off the hook.

The pictures below have nothing to do with the above.  They are to do with Ollie and Nicki - AKA Mr and Mrs Cottam.  They got married and had a party at The Monastery in Manchester.  Their video is a corker. So were the blooms.  Link to their proper photo's on Tom's Blog is here.

At their final meeting before they wed, I had tea, Nicki had an orange juice, Ollie had a pint.  That's my kind of meeting.

Any one else feeling a bit chilly?  I do wish the rain would subside.

Laura x

Finally, the post about the egg.........

It's been a busy few weeks in the studio.  The peonies were a hit.  Especially the red ones.  Kate and Wills tied the knot - that was very exciting.  My attempt at a Victoria Sponge was a disaster.  Phill still ate a slice, but that's because he loves me.

We've done a bit of DIY.  The sun was shining and we had a day off together for the first time since we got back from the US of A.  We put the blinds up in the bathroom and bedroom.  They are ever so nice.  White wooden ones, just in time for summer.  The fabric I bought from Laura Ashleyfor the curtains a year ago still remains on the roll.  I really must get round to doing that curtain making class.

A couple of weeks ago we opened the 'chicken and egg' debate.  First we introduced you to it with all the background, then we revealed that the chicken arrived first.  Now it's time to show you the egg.

Here's a few pictures of the egg at the rather beautiful Alderley Edge Hotel.  It was of course, unpacked from it's nest of straw on the morning of the wedding by the resident hens.

Enjoy!

Laura x

Stunning candelabra decorated with a sold mass of gorgeous roses, peonies and hydrangea.  Phill did a sterling job of getting these in the flowermobile.  Well done hubbie.

 The egg.  Smelled amazing, looked amazing. I hadn't had any breakfast.  Licking the egg was not allowed.  Shame.  I settled for a Bailey's one when I got home.  

Our glassware bought on a shopping trip to London makes an appearance.  The shopping trip also involved afternoon tea at Fortnum and Mason.  That's my type of shopping trip. 

About a third of the types of roses we used for the wedding.  The peonies were corkers. 

 Top table decoration.  This was massive. Rambo made an appearance as you can see.

The resident hens unpack the egg.  What you can't see is the audience of chefs, the floral team and staff watching the sp'egg'tacular alternative to the wedding cake being set up.  

Steven and Heather, you definately win the prize for originality on this one. 

What came first - the chicken or the egg?

The weekend was filled with blooms.  Some of them scented, some of them not.  All were beautiful.  I had 1.5 days off over Easter. I spent it with the hubbie on Sunday afternoon and a sunny Monday. My Dad came to stay on Friday and Saturday as there was an arch involved and he's an engineer.  We ate alot and cranked open the barbeque.

The weather kept up with the flowers.  The sun shone at the right time and it wasn't too hot.  Thank goodness really, I have it on good authority that a hot day in one of those posh suits is a melter.

There were (among other things) David Austin roses (gasp), about nine other types of rose (ooooh), phlox (smile), waxflower (jump of joy), larkspur (clap hands like a seal), stocks (long sniff), hydrangea (swoon), peonies (faint) and a box of scotch eggs to keep us going (yum).

We've split the blog entry up.  We had to. The profound question above will be answered in part three.

Heady hydrangea.  I think I'll rename it.  It's official name is something like 'Rambo' or 'Hulk'.  I don't like to recall it, it's quite innappropriate.

Larkspur to Candleford.  I'm currently reading a similarly named book.  It was recommended to me by my Grandmother.  She's lent me her copy.  It has a polka dot front cover.

 David Austen rose.  If it could speak I'm sure it's first words would be 'No, I am not a peony.'

 Mimi Eden.  I like the name.  Makes me think of 'Allo 'Allo.

 Stocks in close up.  Smelt amazing in the Church.  More about that on the next entry.  A chicken may feature.  It may not.  Any guesses on the egg yet?

Avalanche in close up. To the rear, a lot of blooms.  I've got pics of them all but I need to stitch the images together as I couldn't get them in one shot.