SUSANNA RICHARDSON E VERY THING ORGANI S ED
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SUSANNA RICHARDSON HAS EVERYTHING ORGANISED. . .
Susanna is a wedding and event planner who has been responsible for some of the most talked about parties both here and abroad. A former city girl, she's swapped her heels for the Cotswolds and we're delighted that she will be sharing her musings with us each month.
I don’t know if there’s just an overwhelming urge to celebrate these days but Easter seems to have become such a huge thing – or is it just me? I mean sure, there’s always been eggs (which my husband starts to eat in February and then continues until the final slightly greying one is left in a bargain basket), but have we always had all this gorgeous table decor and I just simply haven’t noticed?
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The first year we’d moved to the Cotswolds we decided that we had to make the most of the huge garden and do an Easter Egg hunt for our nieces and nephews. Obviously when you are in the industry of parties there’s this huge pressure that everything must be amazing and beyond fabulous. I do try to explain that the cobbler is always the worst shod, but it falls on deaf ears and I feel an enormous amount of pressure. We made a video for the “Cotswolds Intelligence Service” and sent them all off with a walkie talkie to look for clues. One of the older nephews had to be disqualified for cheating. Apparently, the lure of masses of chocolate brings out the worst in people and there was of course a fight over who was winning.
We’d also made a slightly rookie mistake and not counted on the blaring April sun. As we’d been living in thermals for six months we didn’t expect that the plastic box would act as some kind of reflector and turn the whole thing into a melty heat box. See, I said I was useless at my own parties, I’d never allow that to happen normally.
Still, all were happy and everyone went home high on sugar and very overexcited. Auntie – tick!
April is also my excuse to get my Spring Wreath. Being a Christmas obsessive I always have to have a giant wreath on my door. I’m quite sad on twelfth night when we have to part ways and my door looks bare for 11 months. Then I decided upon the genius idea of the seasonal wreath; an excuse to have one all year round. I am certain the florist refers to me as the mad wreath lady who thinks she is part elf.
This year I did get a bit over excited by the glimmer of false spring and ordered my OTT yellow gorgeousness in March. So I apologise profusely as I feel this was the jinx and I am now building a client’s marquee, seeing snow forecast and wanting to cry. I might have to dig the festive wreath out of the recycling bin and perform a sun dance to try and appease the weather Gods. Then I’ll get the BBQ out and truly ruin it for you all – sorry.
Susanna Richardson Creative Director Everything Organised
http://www.everythingorganised.com @everythingorganised
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