About the Business

Events by Sophie B is like my child, but a crazy toddler who goes 1 million miles an hour. Shes' feisty, furiously productive, at times I'm scared of her, but no one does more in a day, no one will love you more and occasionally you might say 'I'm so thankful we had her'. My clients are like family to me, after 2 or 3 years of texting, calling at 9pm, meetings when we *think we found the right venue, you develop this weird bond of overprotective mother and best friend. Being neruo spicy means I have special interests, and while trains are okay I like filling my time by obsessively googling catering companies at 10pm. I have very intense likes (and dislikes) so while I won't be wearing velvet to your wedding (because the texture is gross), know that I'll strive for perfection every time. I care deeply for all people, being that weird kid in high school gave me two things; unshakable confidence  and my ability to love everyone. Definitely more terrified of offending people than spiders - and trust me I rEAlLy hate spiders. 

I've worked with humbling companies, 'The Old walls Collection', 'The Intershell Group', Gunwharf Quays, National Exhibition Centre, London Olympia, Brighton Tattoo Festival, Annual Street Food Competition; had my fingers in a lot of pies. Ive worked with couples who wanted outlandish things; 3 band lineup festivals; pit food bbq like in the old' west; fairground rides and bouncy castles (the catch, they have to be in white!); sushi chefs flown over from Japan; thrifted glasswear and crockery for 150 people; held auctions mid wedding for the props. *And someones' husband's car keys who'd been found in the bathroom with not his wife...* I deal with the drama so you don't have to, Auntie Doris won't be getting through me to tell you the dress makes you look fat.  No two events are ever the same, having a problem solver on the ground is always helpful, there are photos of me which exist in peoples' albums doing questionable and occasionally alarming things, walking Alpacas down the aisle when the ring bearer got scared, carrying no less than 20 pizza boxes, digging exploratory holes at 6pm on a Saturday when a pipe cracked to the venue and the plumber needed more information... grabbed groomsmen to straighten up their button holes, sewed women (and drag queens) back into dresses. No problem will ever be too much, even cleaning up Kevins vomit - so you can get back your deposit - falls under my reemit.