The celebrations kicked off with one gloriously long table stretching across the lawn, covered in single-stem cosmos in every shade of pink we could get our hands on. It was a simple floral idea, but it fit perfectly alongside the brilliantly colourful stationery and a Bengali feast of Murghi Roast, prawn curry and Jhal Muri. One of Rhian’s matrons of honour sang a traditional Bengali song, Omi’s childhood friends from New York gave a speech, and suddenly this whole Welsh-American-Bengali-Cotswolds fusion made complete sense. Those cosmos bud vases weren’t finished there either – we kept them for the wedding reception the following day.
Rhian loves hydrangeas, partly because her parents grow so many at home in Wales, so they became one of the anchors for the wedding-day flowers. Outside on the croquet lawn, we went BIG, with towering urns and meadow planting in pink, cream, and burgundy, packed with British-grown dahlias, cosmos, roses, and hydrangeas. Inside the Kilvert Hall, things became much more sculptural, with large and small floral bowls sitting against pink tablecloths and green napkins, plus all those cosmos from the night before. Rhian’s bouquet sat somewhere between garden-y, design-y, and a riot of colour, which pretty much summed up the whole wedding! They gave me so much freedom with the flowers, and her reaction when she saw everything is still one of my all-time faves.