Caring is an attractive quality we’re all drawn towards on some level.

We notice when people care for us, or someone else, or some thing. And it makes us feel good.

Take Gail or Natasha or Sonya here at Queensberry. They make people feel good all day because they genuinely care about the person on the other end of the phone. And trust me, people notice it.

When looking for a wedding venue, we noticed how much one venue cared even before we’d visited.

They wanted us to have the fullest experience possible when visiting their venue, so suggested we come by one Saturday morning before a wedding, and get a real sense of what’s possible.

Then when we got there, the owners cared enough about us to personally show us around. They sat down and got to know us, and what our perfect day could look like – not how much we had to spend.

We booked them then and there.

At the weekend we had another consultation with them and found it refreshing to have someone (other than family and friends) care so much about our day, they could challenge us about our ideas and suggest better ways of doing things.

Again, we left feeling loved. Like all their clients would… And that’s good for business.

From day one they didn’t tell us, but showed how much they cared – about us, about our wedding day, about our guests, and just like our photographer and jeweller, about what they did.

That’s very attractive.

Cheers, Nigel

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Busy week with our peeps

For most artists, the real value of their work isn’t recognized until they’re gone.

Elvis’s estate is worth far more than it was in his heyday.

The works of Da Vinci, Picasso and Van Gogh are now worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

We still enjoy Humphrey Bogart movies. They’re still making movies about Ian Fleming’s Bond character.

And of course, Michael Jackson has left a legacy of work that will continue to grow in recognition and popularity.

You’re an artist. How will your work be remembered and valued? Not just by the people you created it for, but by their descendants?

That’s something Queensberry thinks about.

Cheers, Nigel

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My take on Johannes’ dream salesman post, and Nigel on his first time…

My memories of getting married are strangely random…

All the effort that Joyce, my terrific new mother-in-law, put into the wedding breakfast.

The fact that the cake wasn’t what we ordered and had to be remade.

The guipure lace on Heather’s gown (she designed and made it, and looked terrific).

Relatives and friends slipping us cash (gratefully received because we weren’t exactly flush).

How much churches hate confetti …  and locking ourselves into the toilets at the ferry terminal to shake it (and the rice) out of our clothes.

A teacher from my old school turning up with his rugby team at our honeymoon hotel. Don’t ask.

Last but not least…

The founders of Queensberry (not yet a glimmer in Heather’s eye) have one photograph of their wedding. And no, I’m not going to show it to you!

That photograph means more to me than that photographer ever dreamed. Trust me, Johannes is right.

I was 22, she was younger. As they say, we’re so blessed.

Cheers, Ian

PS I think our bridesmaid has more photos, but she insists on proving she can still get into her dress before she shows them to us, so we don’t ask too often.

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