Adore Weddings & Events Celebrating Laughter, Love & Light

Industry Love

Anyone who knows me knows how much I just utterly adore my job. Being a part of someone’s special day, walking alongside them through their wedding planning process, the privilege of getting to know them, very often building a new friendship along the way, celebrating their ups and downs and then getting to design and create amazing beauty especially for the celebratory start of their marriage to one another,it is an incredible honour and joy. I LOVE what I do. That being said, it is hard work. Often it is crazy hard work. Long hours, deep sacrifice, often having to be an unconventional parent and spouse, bone deep exhaustion … it’s definitely not always sunshine and flowers … hearing kind, honouring words from an industry friend is like being given an enormous hug at the end of a long day ❤

I have so much respect for the wedding co-ordinators/florists/decor people of our industry. On Wednesday they are at the market with a team and multiple vehicles to collect the order, afternoon they are prepping flowers, Thursday and Friday their team is at the venue setting up - hard labor! Saturday they are co-ordinating the event, until late at night. Sunday they are clearing, cleaning and packing up. They are lucky if they get to their families on Sunday afternoon. Monday and Tuesday are the only days left for admin (emails, meetings, invoicing, stock take, marketing etc etc) Where do they get time off???? They work so much harder than you will EVER know. Thank you for making the weddings that we photograph run smoothly and look so beautiful. THANK YOU! .

This is the ever so lovely Carolyn and Maxine of Adore Weddings and Events doing their thing for Gen Fletcher.”

Derryn Scmidt thank you for this awesome moment, and thank you for your words! Getting to do work (and life, and motherhood, and friendship) with you is such a delight. We love working together with you and fellow wedding friends like you to create magic and share love … also, we get to create for such incredible people, and play with beautiful flowers … what is not to love about our jobs?

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

- William Ernest Henley

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

- Langston Hughes

My mistress’ eyes

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

- Shakespeare

daddy says

“daddy says the world is
a drum tight and hard
and i told him
i’m gonna beat
out my own rhythm”

_- Nikki Giovanni”

Amazing Grace

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

T’was Grace that taught my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come;
‘Tis Grace that brought me safe thus far
and Grace will lead me home.

When we’ve been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun.
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’ve first begun.

- John Newton

Love Is

Love is found in unexpected places …
It is there in the quiet moment when we first discover a beautiful thing …
When we watch a bird soar high against a pale blue sky …
When we see a lovely flower that no one else has noticed.”

- Joan Walsh Anglund

i like my body

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
firmsmooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like,, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh … . And eyes big Love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new

- e. e. cummings

Your Smile

Your smile

captured my attention

slowly embroidered your name

upon my heart

filling a vacancy.

- Heather Burns

Love Is

Some people forget that love is
tucking you in and kissing you
“Good night”
no matter how young or old you are

Some people don’t remember that
love is
listening and laughing and asking
questions
no matter what your age

Few recognize that love is
commitment, responsibility
no fun at all
unless

Love is
You and me

- Nikki Giovanni

I Wrote A Good Omelete

I wrote a good omelet…and ate
a hot poem… after loving you

Buttoned my car…and drove my
coat home…in the rain…
after loving you

I goed on red…and stopped on
green…floating somewhere in between…
being here and being there…
after loving you

I rolled my bed…turned down
my hair…slightly
confused but…I don’t care…

Laid out my teeth…and gargled my
gown…then I stood
…and laid me down…

To sleep…
after loving you

- Nikki Giovanni

Why you love someone

You don’t love some one for their looks,
Or their clothes, or their fancy car,
But because they sing a song only you can hear

- Oscar Wilde

Risk

And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.

- Anais Nin

A hundred minus one

“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.”
A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh

How to spell L O V E

“How do you spell ‘love’?” - Piglet
“You don’t spell it…you feel it.” - Pooh

A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

- e. e. cummings

Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

-Pablo Neruda

To see a world in a grain of sand …

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

-William Blake, extract from “Augeries of Innocence”

Bunches of Pretty

It’s not often that I get to go to a wedding where I don’t have anything to do with the planning or making pretty, and I literally just get to rock up and be a guest. This past weekend I had the honour of doing just that at Chris’ beautiful cousin Kate’s wedding. Congratulations Aiden and Kate!

As much as I loved being a 100% guest, my fingers were itching because Kate had HUNDREDS of exquisite, home grown poppies as her flowers, set about in glass vases. The effect was breath-taking! In the language of flowers, poppies mean “fantastic extravagance” - what an exquisite blessing to begin a marriage with!

Here are a few (very amateurish) snaps of these explosions of joy. Such a gorgeous flower for a completely gorgeous day, and a very special couple!




i thank you god for most this amazing

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

- e.e. cummings