So the big day arrived. I was pleased with all my preparations going to plan, I even had my newly washed dress waiting in the wardrobe weeks before all ready. Ah the best laid plans – when I got dressed on the day I realised that it had shrunk in the wash so was significantly shorter and tighter than anticipated! Thankfully it was a wool dress and could give enough on the long drive to the venue. I would then hide it under my coat and all eyes would be on the happy couple anyway. But would the centre pieces like to go into the unexpected frost of -6C at 8.30am to travel? Did I know I would get lost in the labyrinth basement of the reception venue and wonder if I would ever make it out – never mind to the required room? Anyway nothing as significant and nerve wracking as my friends getting married! In the end the centres looked great in the panelled Town Hall Banqueting room. I hope that everyone who sees them appreciates that they were all grown in Scotland with most of the foliage from the bride (and one of her colleagues kindly giving ivy from her garden) and the bulbs timed nicely by me. Altogether a very successful union.