I’ve been putting off writing this post for quite a few days now, and actually putting off writing any sort of post for several months! But I take infrequent blog writing as one of the privileges of having a very mini readership. So this post will be my best attempt to try to put into words and sentences a weekend that was one of the very best of my life, hence the hesitation. And already I know this sounds over the top – but truly, the weekend of August 24th was magical.





I’ve been able to get to know Jon and Catherine through husband Neil and for several years now their friendship has been a real gift to me. I was a little in awe the first few times we met first year or so; I immediately looked up to Jon and Catherine – admired and treasured their creative and artistic gifts, was often stumped during religious/political/cultural conversations, and respected their respect for each other. I just really ENJOYED their company. They also love food and Catherine is a REALLY GOOD cook – there’s not anything not to love about these two! But somehow we’ve become friends, and their company and support of Neil and myself has become something normal and easy.








For me, a wedding is a celebration of a couple. And I was so glad to celebrate with them both. There was a lot of love surrounding us all, and we were all there because of these two beautiful people.

The Vietnamese Tea Ceremony was a moment of thoughtful ritual and a time to show respect and love to parents and family.






Jon and Catherine were married in Copenhagen, at Stokkerup and Lille Vega. Their day consisted of blue skies, sunshine, cocktails, laughter, tears (SO MANY TEARS!!!), carefully chosen words of love, generosity, grace, silliness, and understanding. REALLY GOOD FOOD, music, dancing, incense, tradition and respect, dressing up, sock-cutting, waltzing, singing and more music. It was just absolutely glorious. As a guest I was able to enjoy the day along with family and friends. As wedding florist, I enjoyed from a very special and privileged position – to have witnessed and been part of the hard work and planning really magnified the day!

Hanging the precious garland in the early hours of the morning…so close to finishing my work towards the wedding…still a few mammoth tasks ahead! By this point I’d given up wearing shoes.


Planning the flowers for a wedding taking place in Denmark from the U.K.

[probably] sounds worse than it actually was. There were three things that made the whole adventure easy; Jon and Catherine’s attitude towards my work and respect of my knowledge and experience; having contact with an extremely helpful and organised wholesales florist (THANK YOU Gert and Anne of Mulitflora); and having family and friends of Jon and Catherine so willing to help and give me their time and advice. Planning from afar forced me to organise myself to a whole new level. That was hard. But it more than paid off once we landed in CPH! I’ve always been a fan of writing lists, but never before have I written and re-written so many. I can recommend it. I can even recommend gathering foliage by bike. We gathered enough foliage for a 22-metre garland, 10 table centres, pew ends, tea ceremony arrangements and bouquets using this fair beast:


We filled that cart several times.

Considering the time of day we visited, the trip to Grønttorv was exceptionally good: flowers, plants, foliage of highest quality, a great variety, and friendly staff. This was one occasion when I was so glad for my pre-formed list, without which I could’ve been tempted to buy beyond my budget!





The pulling together of flower orders and foliage collections and creating the arrangements engrossed me entirely for the three days before the wedding. I could not have achieved some of the arrangements I had planned had it not been for Mr Neil Grimes. He even woke at 4am to accompany me on my visit to Grønttorv, waiting patiently whilst I faffed about swooning over flowers and completing my order. What a man.


I am very grateful that the whole experience was so positive – working abroad, even somewhere like CPH where everyone speaks excellent English, leaves little room for error. Any small issues or problems could’ve appeared significantly more difficult without the familiarity of place and wherewithal to quickly re-plan and restructure. But I think I mentioned the generous help I had?! It was humbling.

Danish people have a tradition of speech making where any guest can ask to speak during the reception meal. Several times that afternoon and evening people said that they “couldn’t put into words” sufficiently how they really felt. Several people used a song to convey something. Several people used Winnie the Pooh to speak on their behalf. And it seems like an appropriate place to end:

“Some people care too much. I think it’s called love.” A. A. Milne








Many thanks to Andreas Fog Petersen and Søren Solkær for the images.

8th September 2013