The Daily Fleur

I do flowers. I also do music and food.

Now this was a breath-taking wedding. The effort that went into the decorations and the forethought of every tiny detail, perfectly captured the wondrous imaginations of our Bride and Groom. Emily is a Librarian, a published author, a baker, a knitter and a creative genius. Jim is an Art Teacher, a Film-maker, a Puppet Master, a Pod-caster and a creative genius. They were made for one-another.

It all took place in Trelawnyd at Bodrhyddan Hall (We live in Wales, most place names are a bit like that, don’t worry, you may never get the hang of it). The weather said rain but if it did no-one noticed, there was so much more to see and enjoy. There was mis-matched vintage crockery, screen-printed tote-bags, hand sewn napkins, a photo-booth, a ceilidh band and a free bar, plus loads more which I can’t remember because of the free bar.

Em & Jim have two florist friends, myself and Helen Vaughan, so this time we worked as a team and boy was I glad there was two of us. As well as the usual bouquets and buttonholes, there was of course the incredible Peony head-dress and no less than 80 vases to fill, plus top table arrangements and J & E lettering too. It took a team of 6 helpers, 3 days to decorate the reception hall and it was worth it just to see the look on the guest’s faces as they arrived, like they were walking into a dream.

Peonies are not small flowers, so it was always going to be a bold statement using so many of them but as Emily said when she first tried her head-dress on for size “Go big or go home!” What a legend. She wouldn’t be out of place on the cover of Vogue.

See some more pictures of this BIG day on Helen’s blog or entertain yourself by browsing through photo’s of the happy couple’s honeymoon driving muscle cars around America’s Deep South, on Emily’s Instagram.

In April 2013, it was the turn of another close friend to tie the knot with her beau. Tali & James now living in Copenhagen, were married at the foot of Snowdonia Mountain Range on a surprisingly warm and rainless Spring day.  Both residents of Liverpool, many of their guests we’re involved in the arts and culture scenes of the city, making the day a bright and musical affair. The Welsh scenery was truly breath-taking, we camped in luxurious bell tents by the lake side and those of us who hadn’t over done it on the wine, danced the hoedown all night long.

Spring means one thing in Wales, Daffodils and lots of them. I had a bit of a mis-hap when ordering a full box of them from my local greengrocer. I honestly thought I was buying 100 stems and deemed that to be enough, considering they were not the only flowers I would be using. When the box arrived and I began snipping the ends of the stems, I quickly realised there were a lot more than I had bargained for, there were 100 bunches of 10. 1000 stems of Daffodils! A host, indeed. 

I also had a crate of scented Narcissi flown in from the Scilly Isles, so for Tali’s bouquet, I mixed those with Avalanche Roses, Craspedia and a few types of Daisy style flowers like September flower and Reagan Chrysanths. 

For the Bridesmaids I collared an Avalanche Rose with scented Narcissi, simple yet beautiful.

Thankfully, Tali and James had been hoarding their milk bottles and collecting jam jars for sometime, so the host of Daffodils did not go to waste. We covered the venue in them, even created a little walk way for the Bride to traverse when she arrived. The entire place was awash with yellow. Apparently, Tali’s mum was giving them away for weeks afterwards.

Amazingly, Tali tells me she still has the bouquet! Incredible.

Ah yes, my first gay wedding, two bouquets, such fun. 

I’ve known “Cookie” for years and it’s lovely to see her so happy. She lives with the constant battle that is Multiple Sclerosis but she’s a survivor. And wouldn’t you know it, Sarah her wife, is a nurse. 

They married in September last year at the rather grand Soughton Hall in Northop. Their flower choice was simply White Gerbera. It couldn’t have been easier for me so naturally there just had to be some other cock up.

A couple of days before the wedding I popped down the street to my local florist where my supplier was leaving a box of Gerbera for me. Alas, they were not there, apparently they had been poor quality and my local florist had sent them back on my behalf, which was the right thing to do but now I was worried. A fresh box was to be delivered on the morning of the wedding. Okay, I thought. It’s a simple enough job, I’ll get up early, everything will be fine. When the day came and I finally opened the box to reveal the flowers, my heart sank. Not only were there half the amount I had ordered but they were also the wrong size and colour. I sobbed as I walked down the street to my place clutching the enormous box, I was distraught but there was nothing I could do about it now. I diligently put the posies together for the Brides, their maids and half a dozen buttonholes and I waited for Kate’s Dad to come fetch them. I composed an apology text to the girls, expressing how sorry I was that their bouquets only vaguely resembled the ones we had selected at our pre-wedding meetings. Apparently, that text never arrived, I have a rubbish phone that does not like sending multi-media messages. So, a couple of days after the wedding when Kate called to thank me, I once more expressed my apologies and she did not know what I was talking about. They hadn’t noticed anything was wrong, in fact, they couldn’t have been happier, everyone thought they were beautiful. I told her how hard I’d cried and we laughed heartily about it. Such fun.

Florists, hey? Everyone talks about what a lovely job it is but no-one ever mentions the worry or the sleepless nights. I guess it’s the same in any job that involves creating things for other people. It’s important that it’s perfect. Am I right?

We’re a big fan of Succulents in our house, I’ve just bought half a tray of these beasts from the flower shop opposite my flat. Goodness knows where they’ll go, I just couldn’t leave them there. 

We’re a big fan of Succulents in our house, I’ve just bought half a tray of these beasts from the flower shop opposite my flat. Goodness knows where they’ll go, I just couldn’t leave them there. 

This is my Ma & Pa, they recently celebrated their Golden Wedding Anniversary. That’s 50 years! Well done them. They are currently living in France, Mum sent me some pictures of the wild Strawberries they get to snaffle and the wild flowers that make the local honey so delectable.

Lovely Stuff.

My good friend Andy Hickie, an incredible folk musician, married his now pregnant wife, fashion designer, Mel Bainbridge, in a Pagan Hand-fasting ceremony in Glyndyfrdwy (That’s a Welsh place name). It had all the hallmarks of a classic music festival; tents, bands, burger vans, even wristbands and a security team. They raised the bar for future weddings in our friendship circle extremely high.

On the day of the wedding the sun burned bright, and we were treated to a very unusual ceremony, the likes of which most of us had never seen. There were of course rings and vows but there were also gifts and sacred smoke and offerings to the four directions carried out by some local Druids. It was beautiful. We drank Mead, we shared food, we burned wood, we sang late into the night, we camped out, we celebrated the union of two beautiful people and wished for them a happy life together. 

(My band played for their first dance, that’s me in the sheep skin coat.)

This was the very first wedding job I took on without my mum’s help, way back in April 2012 when we still had the shop. Mel wanted Bluebells which are illegal to pick from the wild, so I got in some Hyacinths and manipulated them to appear more like Bluebells and mixed them with white “September Flower”, so the bouquet had a wild Spring meadow look to it. I would learn a lot at this wedding about how much time is needed to pull off a job like this and I never attempted to finish the flowers on the morning of the wedding again. 

I didn’t take any close up pictures, I really must do that from now on.

The Florist Returns!

I started this blog what feels like a life time ago when I worked with my Mum at Flowers on the Corner, Wrexham, UK. Occasionally, I return here to read through and remind myself what a wonderful time it was, I still remember it very fondly. I had no formal floristry training, I just picked it up from my mum, Rae, who has always been a fabulous florist, she opened the shop across the road from our family home when she retired from teaching. She has since retired again and moved to France, lucky sod. We enjoyed 6 pleasurable years working amongst the flowers and I miss it a great deal, most of all I miss working with my mum.

When our lovely little shop closed down in 2012, I thought that would be it for me and flowers but as it turns out, I was quite wrong. You see, all my friends are now getting married; it certainly feels like that anyway, I’m just getting to that age I suppose. So, it’s been my pleasure to demystify the world of flowers for them plus I don’t have a shop anymore so I can keep their costs down, I’ve even made a few quid here and there too.

I honestly couldn’t be happier to be working with flowers again, I even feel inspired to continue this blog. It’ll be difficult to pick up where I left off but I look forward to trying. 

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I am Laura-Leigh Dickenson - A self-employed Musician, DJ, Chef and Florist. (Which may sound cool but it’s a lot of hard work!)

So, this is happening…

So, this is happening…

It looks like we’re getting a make over! Well, a new logo at least. 

Our neighbour, Milly is a design student at the local University, she wants to rebrand Flowers on the Corner as part of an assignment. Having told us that she loves our shop for various flattering reasons but unfortunately, you hardly notice it if you don’t know it’s there. And we know it’s true, customers often ask how long we have been here and are baffled when we answer, 5 years!

So, we’ll be doing a floral photo shoot this week, with chopping boards, sharp knives and cooking pots… Sounds strange I know but it’ll all become clear soon enough.