RIBBON the colour of sunbeams is pleated and stitched so that it circles a core made of card, this flower-shaped head complemented with a couple of lengthy matching-tint tails. Rosettes are offered as rewards, for a sparkling competitive performance or to mark the completion of an event and, increasingly, they are given as mementos of a meaningful day (nuptials or big birthdays). For decades, they’ve also been the badges of political candidates, a crystal-clear denotation of party allegiance, sometimes with a touch of fun and frivolity thrown in. The smile-inducing leviathans of the Monster Raving Loony Party are ridiculously oversized for a reason.
Altogether more seriously, Liberal Democrat Sarah Green wore the aforementioned yellow rosette during the count and result of the Chesham and Amersham by-election in June, when she trounced the Tory candidate in an historic constituency first for her party. ‘I’m proud to wear [my rosette], but I don’t do so lightly. Our roots as a party go back a long way, so I feel a real sense of responsibility when I have a rosette on,’ she explains, ‘although I didn’t wear one when campaigning because I felt a bit too much like a prize pony! However, there is a theatre and history to election counts and I felt that it was important to wear a rosette in my party’s colour there.’
Although it doesn’t have exclusivity to supply political parties, Rosettes Direct, unofficially Britain’s largest rosette manufacturer, produces in the region of 30,000 for the Liberal Democrats, in excess of 25,000 for the Labour Party and 40,000 for the Tories during election campaigns.
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