Welcome to TwoPot Posies

I can’t really remember a time when I didn’t love flowers. As a little girl, I’d wander through the countryside, gathering handfuls of wild blooms to bring home. Little treasures to be arranged in small bunches and gifted to whoever happened to be nearby. Looking back, I think that was the start of everything: the simple joy of noticing beauty and wanting to share it.

That love never left me. Over the years it’s taken different shapes — sketching flowers in the corners of notebooks, pressing flowers between the pages of books, painting them when I had time, and later, growing them. Flowers have always been my quiet language: a way to slow down, to express emotion, to feel connected to something soft and living.

When I started my garden in 2021, I didn’t have a grand plan. I just wanted to grow a few things that made me happy — sweet peas for their scent, cosmos for their lightness, and dahlias because they seemed impossibly cheerful. What began as a small patch of colour soon became a refuge, and then, gradually, a dream that grew roots: TwoPot Posies.

My little flower business is handmade and homegrown in every sense. I grow everything here in my own garden, between family life with two sweet toddlers and the beautiful chaos that comes with raising small children. Every bouquet or bunch of stems carries a piece of that everyday rhythm — imperfect, seasonal, and full of heart. I’m not trying to compete with the polished perfection of imported flowers; I’m trying to offer something slower and more meaningful.

Over time, I also fell in love with dried flowers. They feel like a bridge between seasons — a way to hold onto the memory of summer when the garden has gone quiet. I love their muted tones, their texture, their sense of nostalgia. In a way, they remind me of my art — finding beauty in subtle colours and faded edges, in things that aren’t quite “perfect” anymore. Dried flowers have become part of how I express creativity, whether it’s making small arrangements, wreaths, or simply hanging bunches upside down in the kitchen to catch the light.

This blog is an extension of that creative journey — part diary, part garden journal, part reflection on what it means to grow and make things with care. I’ll be writing about my garden through the seasons, sharing what I’m learning, and exploring how small, handmade businesses like mine can bloom quietly in their own way.

If you’ve ever dreamed of growing your own flowers, of finding beauty in simplicity, or of slowing down enough to notice what’s blooming right outside your door — I hope this space feels like a warm welcome.

So, come in. Pour a cup of tea, and let’s see what grows together.