175 South Main Street,
Suffield, Connecticut 06078
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"Restraint is an art. You allowed the flowers to sing without inserting your ego-a masterful stroke. Thank you for creating the perfect setting for Jill & Jeff's August afternoon wedding. Very appreciatively..." -Eileen Pollack
"Pentimento Design offers flawless, beautiful design and execution--their work is unparalleled; their vision, perfection; their end-product, breathtaking!" - John A. Short, CMP
"My bouquet is something I think about all the time. It was simply beautiful and I wish I could carry it with me all the time. Thank you again for the amazing flowers. -Kelly and Adam Vos, London, England
175 South Main Street, Suffield, Connecticut 06078
As the memory of a beautiful holiday season fades behind us, we wish everyone a very healthy and wonderful new year.
2015 was a bumper season for weddings—from the foothills of northwestern Connecticut to Woodstock, Vermont to Cape Cod, Massachusetts. We were fortunate to have had brides with the breadth of vision through which, working together, their wedding days radiated with a vibrant beauty. We are thankful to them for nominating us “Best of the Knot 2016.”
We look forward to the challenges booked on our calendar for 2016.Paula GalloPentimento Design175 South Main StreetSuffield, Connecticut 06078(860) 836-9503 (phone)
It was our privilege to design the florals for commencement activities at Porter’s School in Farmington the first week in June. “The more simple a thing is, the more difficult it is to execute” the saying goes, because there is no room to fudge anything. So it is with Porter’s. Their ancient rituals and rites of passage are themselves a thing of beauty, and perfect in their simplicity.
Although mandated to work in the signature daisy hues of lemon, emerald and white, we were caught up in the exuberance of it all, doing our very best to put a fresh face on vintage traditions—traditions unwavering and unchanged through the decades and through the centuries.
Daisy chains and posies, ivies and vines, white-washed heirloom crooks and streaming yellow ribbons, crinoline-petalled peonies (that bloom for only one week of the year) and mango garden roses, buttery tissue-petalled poppies and blousy green-striated parrot tulips—all trumpeted their stuff.
For a second season, we labored through puddles and mud, swathing the stage platform in feathery greens and daisies under a punishing downpour the afternoon before. And, also for the second year, graduation morning dawned a heavenly bluebird-blue—all clear and bright and sparkling. Commencement day skies over Porter’s, it would seem, have a mandate of their own.