“I like pink.” This is what the bride told me on our first meeting and we decided on tone on tone pink designs. For her bouquet I used her favorite flowers: peony, dahlia and the petal-filled and sweetly scented garden roses. I also used ranunculus to give her bouquet even more texture. The stem handle was finished with a sheer, antique ribbon with delicate embroidery (from my own collection) and an antique pin which I purchased especially for the bride. It went with the beading on her dress.
The rest of the wedding party was color saturated with bright pink maids dresses and a flower girl with a sweet little stem green dress and pink sash.
One of my favorite memories of the night was the message to the guests written on the top of their menu cards: “Eat, Laugh, Dance”
Thank you to
Studio Laguna for the extraordinary images
of my designs, seen above, I love them!
And then there was the reception. The bride and I combined both of our collections of green, pink and clear glassware to create a beautiful mix of soft, sparkling designs. Each table was different. I couldn’t resist showing you many of the photos I took on Saturday. Some of the other flowers I used in these photos, besides the bride’s favorites, were: sweet pea, hydrangea, tea roses, spray roses, stock and green viburnum blooms.
Congratulations Elizabeth and Scott! I absolutely loved designing your wedding flowers!
Thank You!
The quote below has nothing to do with Bastille Day, but I just found it and wanted to share it with you all. It is how I feel about my husband, Tom. We spent Bastille Day together in Paris in 1999. Today, 2010, we will celebrate the day by eating fresh crepes with peach jam and drinking French press coffee in our kitchen in Chaska, MN. Eat your heart out, Paris.
Captain Corelli’s Mandolin
Louis de Bernieres
Love is a temporary madness,
it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together
that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness,
it is not excitement,
it is not the promulgation of eternal passion.
That is just being “in love” which any fool can do.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,
and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Those that truly love, have roots that grow towards each other underground,
and when all the pretty blossom have fallen from their branches,
they find that they are one tree and not two.
