Images by Jordon Isherwood
 
The Florist
Well it?s been a little while since we last spoke and I?ve got big news! No I?m not engaged again or pregnant before you start doing the OMG face, but I have found an amazing supplier for our wedding.
I absolutely love flowers. Like a lot. The majority of my Instagram feed is florists with the occasional famous pooch and I will always pick up a bunch of lovelies if I?ve had a rough day. That said, I have no idea what any of them are called or where they come from – and please don?t look in my own back garden because it tends to swerve between looking like the forbidden forest of nettles to wild jungle book semi-chic.
So when it came to finding a florist for the wedding I thought it would be a breeze. I mean I literally stalk a few hundred florists from the comfort of my bathroom every morning, so no problem in finding a stockist right" Erm, well I don?t live in Hackney, or Shoreditch, or even zone 4. I live in Birmingham which, before we start on the brummy bashing, I love. I was born here and I was raised here (without an accent before you ask) but there is a distinct lack of small, super beautiful, modern florists. I asked around and my friend Chris came to my rescue. He knew a (wonderful) lady who was starting up as a florist after having had a career change from local baker. Yep, I know, she?s bloody made for Instagram. Sponsored Ads

 

 
Obviously I had to contact her and ask her to please make our w...