Flowers, Just Flowers

So I'm not a "girly-girl", or even a "girl's girl." I'm uninterested with decor and decorum for the most part and especially out of the professional setting. I like simple, classic, neutrals for the mere convenience of them. Everyone knows this about me. You must, if you can see me because you will only see me in black, beige, white and occasionally a pastel. However, you will also see that I am slightly enamored with accessories. I mean the perfect accessory makes or breaks us "Plain Janes."

My wedding, a no frills, supposedly no-fuss, occasion and my approach to the wedding is a perfect example of my "keep it simple, stupid" philosophy. I married in a one room, 1872 Primitive Baptist Church on the outskirts of Nowhere (AKA my hometown of Mascotte / Groveland*), with a guest list maxed out at 42 (with all of the plus-1 people and 4 no-shows). We left the charming, yet deteriorating decor along for the most part, just stopping to cover the crosses on the pews and adding some greenery as texture to the pulpit. My dress, a fourth choice, but the lucky winner was a simple, clean, classic...see a pattern forming. My hair, which I have neither the time nor the patience for, although it is arguing my best feature, was to be softly curled and pulled back. Nothing special, but unexpectedly hard to achieve. I'm going for the I really want the natural-glowing-bride-but-don't-have-the-bone-structure-or-natural-beauty-to-actually-pull-it-off-look. After three redoes we (my team of glutten-for-punishment-friends) found it. Note to future brides---if she looks like hell, and she's the "15 year professional" then you are going to look even worse when she gets done with you.

Deep Breath.
It's okay because the centerpiece of the assemble and reception isn't me, the dress, the cake, the newly-married couple, or hundreds of lights....it's in my specifically chosen accessory...my bouquet. The one aspect of wedding and day I put the most effort in and relied upon. It was more expensive than my dress, more expensive than his ring, more expensive than the cake, and took more time to pick out then our cut and copied vowels. The florist came high recommended from my fiance, who actually had more experience with bouquets and flowers than I ever did, or will. Until we started dating and with the exception of my step-dad and grandpa, no one had ever given me flowers. All I knew is what I liked and what a reasonable person would expect. So, arming him with my specific instructions and four wedding-bible (www.theknot.com) printouts of examples of very similiar bouquets, right up my alley, my fiance was to merely get an estimate on a somewhat similar bouquet from his respected florist. Instead, he placed an order. He placed THE ORDER, with about a week till D-Day and no room for errors. WHAT WAS I THINKING???

Time for dinner....TO BE CONTINUED. 


*What town we're associated with depends on who you ask and what town they're from.