So is it wrong that every garden I walk past now has things in it that I want?
I've never suffered from flower envy before, it's an entirely new disease for me but the symptoms are proliferating and extending beyond neighbour's gardens, because have you noticed what nice flowers the council plant on roundabouts these days too.
So as I drove into town this morning I was even coveting the beautiful little cottage garden we left behind to live in the middle of this field, with a garden that reverts to type at the first excuse. I crawled past our old house and wondered whether planting the plants in the first place = 9/10ths of possession and whether I could walk in and claim a few sprigs back.
I had woken up at 6am thinking I need to see Issy, except that Issy and I have been out of touch for years despite the fact she only lives a few miles up the road, I can hardly ring up and say 'Er...how's your garden looking?'
But Issy is a real gardener and does have the most beautiful herbaceous borders ...just what we need.
So there I was gazing outside the flower shop thinking, I wonder if they'll lend me one of those rusty buckets for my weed arrangement, when someone tapped me on the shoulder and said 'Hiiiiiiiiii, long time no see'.
There is a God.
I went round to Issy's for a cup of tea this afternoon, and team dovegrey be of good cheer, we will go to the ball wearing more than a load of Ox-Eye Daisies, we can cut some gorgeous and symbolic things from Issy's garden on Friday for our arrangement, lots of seed poddy things as well.
I'm busy running round gathering in props as you suggest them for this installation (including the quest for a sunflower, thank you for that challenge Kevin) so thank you all for your fabulous ideas, please keep them coming. I've spent a good while today writing your comments out onto cards to pin on the veil, which I hope can cope with the weight of our expectations.
Currently there's a mock up on the kitchen table which consists of an upturned wastepaper bin with a polystyrene lace pillow balanced on top to give us 24" backdrop height and all covered in an old quilt and draped around with the nicely yellowed lace.
I'm not sure why I thought I'd have time to read this holiday.