I’ve always loved peacock feathers. Their iridescent beauty, their regal boldness, and the way they seem to shimmer with mystery and meaning. They take me right back to my childhood—those wonderfully chaotic, creative years growing up on building sites. My mum and dad would buy old, run-down houses, and we’d live in caravans while Dad transformed them, one room at a time. It was completely normal to me—digging in the sand, helping mix cement, carrying bricks. A messy, magical childhood.

One house we moved into when I was around four had something extra special. Down the lane, a neighbour kept peacocks. Not penned up, not hidden—just strutting about with their glorious tails and loud, haunting calls. I remember about three or four of them, always nearby. And oh, how I loved to collect their feathers in the summer sun. They felt like the most exotic, magical treasures in the world.

There was one vase at home—my mum’s pride. Pale pink, with golden and cream swirls—something Liberace himself would have adored. Every feather I found went straight into that vase, perched proudly on the landing like a throne. I know some people are superstitious about peacock feathers, saying they bring bad luck, but to me they were pure beauty. A gift from the world.

As I stepped into my floristry career and eventually launched Botanicals, I tentatively started incorporating peacock feathers into my designs. I half-expected pushback—those old superstitions again. But to my delight, the response was just the opposite. People loved them. The joy, the compliments, the smiles when someone saw that vibrant plume nestled in a wreath, a bouquet, or one of my corporate creations—it made me feel as proud as a peacock.

I’ll never forget a conversation I had years ago with a beautiful lady from Bermuda. I mentioned the feathers, and she smiled and said, “Oh, in Bermuda, they’re a sign of good luck. Everyone uses them in carnival costumes, and they keep them in their homes.” That stayed with me. And that’s what I choose to believe.

Spiritually, the peacock is a powerful symbol of awakening, renewal, vision, and self-expression. In many cultures, it’s seen as a guardian of beauty and integrity. The dazzling “eyes” on its tail feathers are believed to represent watchfulness, protection, and even divine insight. In Hinduism, the peacock is associated with Lakshmi, the goddess of prosperity and grace. In Christianity, it’s a symbol of eternal life. To me, it represents being boldly, unapologetically yourself—and letting your light, your colours, and your gifts be fully seen.

And so—this June—we’re going all in with the peacocks! I’m thrilled to be hosting two Peacock Feather Wreath Workshops on the 18th and 21st of June. These sessions will be bursting with colour, glamour, and creativity. We’ve got peacock-feather-toned silk flowers in purples, turquoise, gold, and hot pinks, rich satin ribbons, gems, dazzling accessories—and of course, the stars of the show: stunning, real peacock feathers. It’s all laid out on the bench, just waiting for hands to dive in and create something bold and joyful.

I can’t wait to see what everyone makes. Every wreath will tell a story—of colour, confidence, and creativity. I hope you’ll be able to join us. And if not, I hope the next time you see a peacock feather—whether tucked in a bouquet or shimmering in the wild—it brings you as much joy as it still brings me.

And if you're lucky enough to see a peacock in full plume? Close your eyes. Take it in. That is magic.

Here’s to a colourful, creative, and soul-nourishing June.

Lots of love 
Cerus xxx