Yikes! How do other people plan weddings? It’s moments before the big day and not everything can possibly get done. Especially if you decide to do your own flowers. Am I crazy? Of course I am, that’s why Mark is marrying me. Who wants a clam bride, I mean a calm bride? Right, honey? Right?
So I called in the pre wedding panic army.
I’d already had my friend Amy help me do a practice run for a centrepiece last week. Now I called in my unofficial wedding planner Michele, flower carrier extraordinaire, to help me cart blooms to our flower arranging centre.
Flower arranging central was going to be my apartment but at the last minute I checked into my honeymoon suite at the Park Hyatt Toronto a day early, mainly because rumour has it it’s the suite where Jennifer Lopez stayed while filming that movie Gigli with Ben Affleck. Wait, wasn’t she dating Affleck at the time? Does that mean, you know, they slept in my soon-to-be honeymoon bed? Oh, wait, sorry, this is a blog about pre wedding panic flower arranging not celebrity gossip.
Back to flowers
I meant to do all the flowers the day before because I am organized like that (har har) but I couldn’t resist shopping with my mother instead, finding her the perfect mother-of-the-bride jacket. And then we had to have manicures at the Hyatt’s Stillwater Spa.
So it was the morning of the wedding that I finally got around to making: 5 large centrepieces for the guest tables, 2 small centrepieces for the head table, 1 wedding bouquet plus 1 bridal party bouquet for my sister, Catherine. Eeeeeek.
The thing about making flowers is that it’s fun. It’s soothing. Flowers are beautiful. They don’t talk back. They don’t argue. And the scent that fills the suite is as good as aromatherapy. I opted for pale cream roses, baby’s breath, some other stuff that could be carnations but as a non-gardener, I really have no idea, and then because my father’s art dealer, Nick Rukaj, had sent a large bouquet to the room, I pilfered some greenery and whatever else caught my fancy. And then I got to work. Luckily the Hyatt suite is so huge it could accommodate all pre wedding panic flower arranging operations.
So I called in more troops. My adorable and efficient nieces Molly and Stephanie stepped up and did the 2 small centrepieces and amazingly, Molly managed to make boutonnieres for the men, which I had briefly worried about and then forgotten. Sorry, Mark, Tarek and Graham!
I am particularly proud of the wedding bouquets, although the tossing of the bouquet is out because that delicate looking bunch of flowers is so heavy because of all the flower tape I used that the bouquet could knock an eye out. The important thing is that the flowers got made. And that I’m getting married. And that … and that … I don’t know! Stop bothering me. I have to go and get married!
Bye for now ….
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