For as long as I can remember flowers have been part of my life. Growing up in rural England in a family of avid gardeners, our high walled country garden was a magical kingdom to be explored, filled with spectacular blooms, scented blossoms, herbs and conker trees.  I can’t remember a time when we didn’t have fresh flowers from the garden in our kitchen.

 

On trips to the City, Mum and I would often go on adventures and marvel at the beautiful flower shops hidden amongst London’s busy streets. I would always stand on tip-toe and watch as the apron clad designers would create bouquets with dextrous fingers and strong hands.

 

As I grew up, flowers remained a huge part of my life, in-fact I have never been without them. As a Design Student I would often take a break from my studies and visit the bustling Kirkgate Market in Leeds to pick out flowers to take home and create arrangements. Even in my first ‘real’ job in Advertising, I couldn’t bear to be sat still behind my desk and would daydream of becoming a floral designer. I took a Saturday job scrubbing buckets in a local flower shop to get my weekly fix.  It didn’t take long to realise I didn’t belong behind a desk and that flowers were an addiction I couldn’t kick.

 

To this day I haven’t been able to shake my addiction. My house is always filled with flowers, plants and creations. One day I still dream of owning a flower shop down a cobbled street, but for now my workshop in the mountains is the best office I could ever dream of.

 

Now you know my story, I look forward to hearing yours. Always over coffee (although I will probably drink tea), I cant wait to meet you!