I'm sure any florist would tell you how extremely difficult it is to do the wedding flowers for one of your best friends. You love them so much you want the flowers to be perfect, expressing your love for them and echoing the beauty you find in their very being and the joy you experience in their company.
And if after a long and tiring day, you have to rush home, attempt to glam up in an hour and attend the wedding itself: double stress and trouble.
I had already had a vivid nightmare that the flowers weren't done, the driver didn't come to work, yadda-yadda-yadda...
Last week I found out the shop owners would be out of town for the weekend, our driver had put in for the day off, and the bride was experiencing panic attacks. Dreams can come true.
Somehow I got in the zone and the flowers flowed freely. Even I was happy with the results and I'm extremely critical of my efforts.
Unfortunately I had not one minute to get a picture of anything other than an urn arrangement that moved from room to room to room.
The heart stopping moment for all of us was when the bride went to say her vows. There was a very pregnant pause that lasted for minutes, not seconds, minutes.
GG said I almost broke her hand. But then the spell was broken and the bride said " I ---- ------ take this man".
The room visible relaxed. As did the groom.
The rest was all champagne and cake and dancing.