It was a real honour to be asked to make the flowers for the terribly sad and untimely funeral of Pete McKellar. He died very peacefully on a soft snowy night last week. It was a day completely filled with love and flowers. Continue reading A man who was to us what he was to us
If Olive Oyl were a bunch of flowers, I feel like maybe she’d be these. It’s the mad polka dot English anemones and the jaunty angles like she’s doing the Charleston…. But then again, the beauty of the ranunculus is almost too much. Nothing cartoony about them, just straight up gorgeous. Continue reading If Olive Oyl were a bunch of flowers….
A really elegant woman ordered some flowers for her friend’s 75th birthday lunch so I delivered these through a gate into a brilliant secret garden, hidden in plain sight right in the middle of town. Another bouquet went to the Royal Society of Medicine at Chandos House in London, just behind Regent Street – a … Continue reading Going places…
