Thank god for my mum, here is the pictures from our centrepiece making bonanza that occurred yesterday! I went and bought out pretty much the entire Taskers supply of flowers and we put the Christmas table cloth down and rolled up our sleeves!
We now have 14 beautiful centrepieces happily sitting in my parents garage and another day booked in to make some more!
I love that each one will be unique and homemade, that’s exactly how I pictured my wedding decoration. Next stop is the fairly lights!
After a ridiculous amount of concentration superglue (my fingers currently look diseased from the layers of glue on them) and paper, my handmade bouquet is nearly done!!
I will finish off tomorrow by adding some more buds, about 3 more roses and some leaves. Oh and some ribbon as well to hide all the wire!
So I am debating doing a flower design course, it’s online and you get a recognised accreditation at the end of it. As you may know if you have read the rest of this blog I am planning my wedding and I want to do lots of it myself, primarily to save money. However my flower obsession has now reached a worryingly money consuming level.
I once watched a documentary about how young children get to grips with the world around them, and the basics of it was that they go through phases. So your 3 year old sees a cat sharpening its claws on your sofe leg and gets curious about it. For the next few days, they want to read books featuring cats, ask questions about cats, watch cats on television, everything! Until they see a pineapple or something and it begins afresh.
As i was watching this programme all I could think was: my god this is me. I am like a toddler, I will start a phase and that’s it, I’m obsessed. I have tried my hand at life drawing (the actual drawing just to be clear, not the modelling, too cold), card making, watercolour painting, sign language classes and the list goes on.
My point in all this is: is it worth spending 60 quid on a floristry course to indulge my current obsession? I really want to carry something on long term and get really good at it… but when I go back to work in September I will probably be so consumed with that it will go the way of my other little obsessions and fizzle out…
So I don’t get this, I have only ever been to one wedding, so it’s probably me being incredibly stupid… but what is the point of a save the date? Is it a sort of swirly, pretty disguise for a threatening letter? “Keep this date free, don’t book anything and do not forget not to organise your life around my wedding. Or else.”
a few years ago i got completely fed up with my boyfriend double booking himself and claiming it was my fault for organising stuff without telling him. This is completely untrue he would just always forget whatever I had told him. So I had a flash of (slightly bunny boilerish) inspiration and made him link our phone calendars. Therefore when I added a date he would get alarms and I could set the frequency of said alarms based on the urgency of the event. (He later got his own back by setting loads of pointless events on repeat for example: put on pants etc)
Save the dates sort of remind me of that. But maybe I’m just being oversensitive?