Ever since my 'growing flowers for cutting' fascination began, I have harboured a parallel obsession with vessels. See, in the flower workshop at Green and Gorgeous, there is a cupboard (and a dresser or two) and they are full of the most amazing array of bottles and jars, vases and jugs and the odd tea cup and gravy boat too. And it gave me such a case of the screaming wanties, that I considered for a moment, a secondary career as a crockery kleptomaniac.
But because I am a law abiding citizen, I decided I'd better start my own little collection. And it's been going well. In the past, I have veered towards very plain, glass containers. My interior style tends towards the simple and utilitarian, over anything more flamboyant and they seemed safer somehow.
But then I came across a new book Vintage Flowers by Vic Brotherson (there are some page shots on that link). And I've been blown away by her use of vessels. Such unfettered joy. A true floral 'in your face'. And her words on choosing the right vase? Try to keep as many water holding vessels in your home as possible.
And armed with those words, perhaps my comfort zone is expanding. Into the realms of this little blue pot, which spoke to me and begged to be filled with allotment nasturtiums.
In Vic's book I had also read about window vases - a narrow vessel which was originally used as a way of showing off to the neighbours, bu putting your finest booms on display on the windowsill. Look at hers. Feeling wanty yet?
Well lookie what turned up in my junk shop - and not just one, but a pair! Must've been my lucky hunting day.
And then there are some which I have aquired, and not yet had the chance to use. But can't you imagine this one filled with autumn hips and ivy berries?
Can you tell I'm excited about this? Funny, but when you have a new interest, somehow there seems to be so much inspiration around. I've been pinning like crazy. And some of the inspiration has even lead to action.
Do you have loads of vases and flower receptacles? Or am I in danger of going a little over the top and turning into the single white female of the floral world. And if I am, Concha had better beware, because I've always had a bit of a thing for her way with flowers. And Belinda too, while we're at it.