If I hadn't decided to do a history degree, I hope I would have trained to be a florist. How lovely would it be to work in a wonderful smelling shop surrounded by colours and beautiful things all day long. For some reason, I got it into my head that I'm actually pretty good at flower arranging without the training after putting together a few bouquets for birthdays. I could definitely be fooling myself here, and obviously nothing I make is going to look remotely professional, but today I decided to try my hand at arranging some flowers for my wedding centrepieces. I love weddings full of flowers, but I definitely do not love the price smacked on said wedding flowers. I understand how much time and artistry goes into arrangements but thankfully, it's fashionable to have messy looking shabby chic arrangements and I am going to use that to my advantage.
The lacey pot is from IKEA and cost £2. I went to ASDA and bought some flowers, 4 bunches of various flowers cost me around £10. The centrepiece arrangement was the most difficult, because there is a balloon weight inside it and the flowers had to be worked into a foam block around that. The stems of the flowers (especially the carnations) are very flimsy and kept breaking. So instead I just shoved the stems into gaps around the outside of the foam. I think when I try again with the centrepieces I'll try to get a more uniform length going and have a few more flowers filling in gaps as well as try my hardest to not snap any stems.
I also made a bouquet, which was so easy. I chose some of the flowers, bunched them together, placing colours somewhat strategically, used wire to bind them tightly and then covered the wire in a crusty old ribbon I had laying around, then cut the bottom of the stems off.
I am actually so chuffed with my first attempt. In the middle of August there should be so many more flowers for me to choose from, and if I have a practice and a play every few weeks then I should have a pretty specific idea of what I'm going for by then.
Before I decided to spend my Sunday flower arranging, I went to my venue to meet my co-ordinator and go over some deets.
I own too many tights that were woven by the devil himself to constantly fall down or have a hanging crotch. I need to tight cull. These ones went straight in the bin when I got home. I guess when crap fitting tights were the worst thing about your day it was a pretty good day, right?