26 December 2014

Petals is excited to have begun hosting a series of informative and hands-on workshops at its beautiful location on 19 Queen Street in Hamilton.

During each workshop, one of our florists will guide you through the process of creating a design for your own home or to give as a gift, all while teaching you top tricks for working with flowers. Refreshments will be offered on arrival and all floral materials and decorations are included.

Christmas Workshops

We are thrilled to host a series of Balsam Fir wreath workshops but the format is a little different this year...

Where: Petals, 19 Queen Street, Hamilton

Dates:
Sunday, December 7
Monday, December 8
Tuesday, December 9
Wednesday, December 10
Thursday, December 11 - SOLD OUT - PRIVATE CLASS
Friday, December 12

Time: 6.00 - 8.00*

Start with a little holiday cheer. Cost includes refreshments on arrival, a 10" wreath, a red 'velvet' ribbon and decorations.

So how is this year different? Well, for one, we've lowered the cost. If you want to pimp out your wreath with lots more decorations, get a bigger wreath or change your ribbon for something a little sexier, you can choose from the many options we have available and simply pay the difference. The choice is yours!

Have your own decorations you want to use... bring them along and enjoy the lower price. Gotta love it!

Want a private class with a group of friends on a differrent date or time - to bring a group and come on a different day or time - let us know!

Maximum - 8 creative people.

Cost $85

Action: Contact us to reserve your place. Better yet, come with a group of friends! Call 292 7303 or nikki@petals.bm

Falling in love.


On the top floor of Takasyimaya, in a fairy tale garden, I saw my first Vanda Orchid. Its face appeared to seek out the sunlight, stretching and spreading across the wooden floor, entering between the impossibly tall buildings flanking Fifth Avenue. Blooms of soft lilac and white gingham suspended by invisible fishing line, danced between paper thin Origami Cranes, all hung weightlessly from this vast oak tree in the middle of the room. The memory remained and I cannot resist bringing them in as a secret reminder of how I fell in love with flowers.