I got a call this morning from the boss, er I mean the bride, telling me to make her bouquet very tiny. Good God, she's 5' 10" and big boned. I'm tiny. She's a presence. A force of nature.
And to make her Matron Of Honour's bouquet even tinier. Use only 3 flowers.
Whatever.
She's got the big fun roses and the mini sunflowers. I tucked in a few hypericum berries and a ruffle of lady's mantle. She be loving the chartreuse too.
And I did make the MOH's small, I used orange floribunda roses and a few tiny stems of crocosmia, and more of the lady's mantle. Oh and one random dahlia bud I found on the table.
I just saw the picture and I realized I had used three Gypsy Curiosa roses too. Do they count?
The flowers are already stunned that they're sitting on my table and not in a cooler somewhere. Wait till they take their road trip.
I was so swept up in the moment I rushed out and bought a little orange cardigan for the wedding. I hear it gets cool at night. I vaguely remember cool.
This post was just interrupted by my friend Larry from NYC calling to send his love to the bride and fill me in on all the NY gossip. It has occurred to me I'm bringing so many well wishes and love and hugs to the bride I might have to pack an extra bag.
My head's a spinning. I'm off to pack for the lake and the mountains and some big fun.
xo Jane