{waiting for a delivery...}

A very belated blog post... I can't believe how long it's been since my last post - please accept my apologies for the lack of love on my blog. The last few months have been a mix of busy with work then nothing but bed rest after a little scare with my body deciding it wanted to take out the bun baking away in my belly much too early for anybody's liking. Since 26 weeks is much too early for a healthy baby to enter the world it's been feet up for me until I hit the milestone of 32 weeks (last week!!). I've had a multitude of carers taking care of me (aka cracking the whip on me to stay in bed) so have been a bit distracted from thinking about work let alone writing blog posts... but I'm feeling pretty good right now, lots of Braxton Hicks but otherwise feeling like I could take on the world - albeit maybe a small garden bed or flower arrangements for a wedding!!

Now we're just counting down the last weeks until the junior arrives. I definitely have the nesting thing going on - washing all those adorably tiny clothes, wanting to paint and decorate the nursery ('cause I can now!) and thinking about what needs to go in my hospital bag. 

Until then, I promise I won't leave it so long between posts - I have lots to catch up! x

PS. Whilst bed ridden I did succumb to the world of Pinterest - if you would like to see what inspires me/I think is beautiful follow me here

Image: sorry blame it on baby brain, I can't for the life of me remember or find again where I found it.... I'll keep tyring so I can properly cite it...sorry!

{I've fallen in love again!}


How could I ever think I didn't want to do this (floristry)? 4:30am wake up call and all - these beautiful babies are more than worth it!

Being the anal perfectionist (& stress head) that I am I wanted to do a trial run of a wedding I've been asked to do. This is what I'm thinking - Flushed pink and antique pink roses, David Austen roses (aptly named 'Honeymoon'!), Bouvardia and Pieris. Simple, feminine, pretty, austere and gracious. Their fragrance is so divine the bride won't need to wear perfume!

Have I mentioned 'I LOVE FLOWERS!!'? Yay!

{sending a message with flowers}

Duchess of Cambridge's (Kate Middleton)  wedding boquet conveyed special meaning
(c) Guardian.com.uk

Too ashamed to say the words, "I'm sorry", too shy and bashful to utter those three little words, "I love you" or just let a friend know how dear and special their friendship is to you. When words aren't enough or your lips simply can't speak the words flowers can convey the special message for you.

A close friend recently lent me a book she had finished reading, telling me that all the time thinking of me whilst reading it. This I had to question as the lead character was a bit of a nut case and I feared there was something she was trying to subtly tell me... as it turns out I had nothing to fear, it was simply the case that the character was a florist and was visiting the flower markets at the wee hours of the morning... The book was titled, 'The language of flowers', by Vanessa Diffenbaugh (more here) and whilst it wasn't one of those amazing reads that you simply cannot put down for love nor money or turn the light off to sleep, it did come into my life at a very poignant moment and left me with a clear message. It's funny how things find you when you need them, just as Sarah Wilson puts it in her post today, "what's for you won't pass you by".

With a few changes happening around here of late I was assessing my desire and ability to re-enrol for my second semester of my floristry course. Already feeling fatigued with morning sickness and all that comes with being pregnant, the idea of having to get up again at with the sparrows to get to the flower markets was not appealing to me. Also, to be completely honest I didn't 100% love my first semester of class - this is just me being me and wanting to run before I walk, or even crawl! I found a lot of the theory information to be common sense, yet we had mountains of homework and assisgnments to complete, and the arrangements we covered in our practical classes were just simply not 'me'! When I've mentioned to family and friends my hesitation in going back they're very to the point! "NO - you're going back, you just have to get over the boring bits and the good stuff will come", or something to that effect most of the time... They're right too, I need to buck up and get over myself.
So this is where reading 'The language of flowers' comes in. Amidst the storyline the lead character arranges flowers not according to how they go together harmoniously colourwise or how the client stipulates, she creates arrangements of flowers according to the very old Victorian language of flowers which was used mianly to convey romantic expressions, for example honeysuckle means devotion; aster implies patience and the most famous of all red roses for love - of course! Through these special flower arrangements messages can be conveyed in a way which words could not.
It was as if an arrow was shot through my heart when I realised this is what flowers mean to me. I've always said my plants and flowers 'speak to me' - people just think I'm crazy (and maybe there is a bit of truth in that too) but I feel they have a greater purpose and power than just their beauty alone. I've written an earlier post on a sweet little book I found on a second-hand book table that a dear husband had written for his wife many many moons ago.

So as I take on another six months of class, endeavouring to get my skills up to the mark where my aspriations lie I bring with me a new found sense of meaning to my arrangements. 

PS. The Duchess of Cambridge's wedding bouquet was a selection of flowers chosen for their special meanings:
Lily of the Valley -- Return of happiness
White Hyacinth -- Constancy of love
Ivy -- Fidelity, marriage, wedded love, affection
Myrtle -- Emblem of marriage, fidelity and everlasting love
Sweet William -- gallantry