Flowers. I feel as if most women fall into one of two categories. You either looooove flowers, or you can live without them. I fall into the latter category. Now, don’t get me wrong; I love to have a garden of flowers that I can enjoy and tend to all spring, summer and fall. HOWEVER, I am not one the pine over my FH bringing me home elaborate flower arrangements.
I let him know in the beginning that I was not one to demand flowers on anniversaries, birthdays or Valentine’s Day. He was relieved, grateful even that he was “off the hook” on this oh-so-expected ritual.
So why, you ask, is there a flower consultation if I don’t care for flowers? First, my FH is friends with the florist and they went to hs together. He’s also the only florist either of us have ever bought flowers from for whatever reason. So...to the florist.
I’ve had a decently clear view of my “dream wedding” style and our beach theme. But when it came to the flowers I was fuzzy all over. Submerged flowers? Giant fish bowls with live fish? Silk flowers? Low? High? Tropical? Exotic? Stay in season? Import flowers in?
Well, our florist is a miracle worker. He is fabulous. Fantastic! Amazing! He took my rambling, non-coherent, every-which-way ideas and created a cohesive, elegant, masterpiece.
The price was enough to give my FH a heart attack. But it was a ballpark price and included everything we could possible need/want. I know that I can switch out flowers, provide my own containers and get shells right off the beach to help offset the cost too. But it is still going to be a large sum of money for things that will potenally die with in a few days. Any suggestions? Ideas on things you have done? I want something lush, elegant and beach-y. I will gladly take comments/suggestions/ideas!!!!!
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Ta-Da a Bride is Born
I was never someone who thought I would get married. At least, that's what I told myself. Repeatedly. Over and over. While I dated Mr. wrong, after even more Mr. Wrong. I met Mr. SandyToes at college and was set up through a mutual friend. We had been aquaintances but never considered us good friends. Ms.Pac Sun was a friend of ours and insisted that we would be perfect together. Blah, blah blah we ended up together and have been inseparable ever since. I could not be more at peace and happy than I am with my future husband.
Awww, future husband. I am going to marry the man of my dreams. But not for another 713 days. Not that I'm counting.
And let me tell you, 713 days feels like forever. Especially since I've been laid off from teaching. So my heart was broken in June when the school year was done. Mr. SandyToes proposed in August on a whim and I've been vacillating between extream living-in-a-bubble-happiness and dark days of stay-in-bed-and-wallow depression. I don't want to wait. I want to marry him today. I want to marry him yesterday! However, with the cost of a wedding now we have no choice but to wait. I do try to remind myself that we did just recently buy our dream house so I can't complain all that much.
I cannot stop thinking about wedding details. It's all I can talk about. It's wedding vomit every time I open my mouth with one of my girlfriends. What happened to me? I have been a great girlfriend and have been in several (17) weddings myself so I know the drill and know the routine of doing my bridesmaidly duties. All of that still never sparked all that much of a desire to pressure Mr. SandyToes into popping the question because I couldn't wait. I knew I was happy with him but I can't say that I would day dream about a big white dress, flowers, cake and dancing. Yet, here I am, having only been engaged since August 17th and I cannot stop. Is the ring poison? Did it come with a lobotomy that replaced my normal-self for a wedding obsessed self? Is this normal? Am I just excited? Or was this side of me always here and I repressed it for so long because of so many negative relationships and now, since I am truly happy, I can let the wild wedding diva out of her cage?
I have a few close girlfriends who are waiting to get married this year. At least they are some solace for my crazed wedding starved brain. So to all my brides to be out there - is it just me? I am I alone in my wedding craziness? HELP! Save my normal self!
Awww, future husband. I am going to marry the man of my dreams. But not for another 713 days. Not that I'm counting.
And let me tell you, 713 days feels like forever. Especially since I've been laid off from teaching. So my heart was broken in June when the school year was done. Mr. SandyToes proposed in August on a whim and I've been vacillating between extream living-in-a-bubble-happiness and dark days of stay-in-bed-and-wallow depression. I don't want to wait. I want to marry him today. I want to marry him yesterday! However, with the cost of a wedding now we have no choice but to wait. I do try to remind myself that we did just recently buy our dream house so I can't complain all that much.
I cannot stop thinking about wedding details. It's all I can talk about. It's wedding vomit every time I open my mouth with one of my girlfriends. What happened to me? I have been a great girlfriend and have been in several (17) weddings myself so I know the drill and know the routine of doing my bridesmaidly duties. All of that still never sparked all that much of a desire to pressure Mr. SandyToes into popping the question because I couldn't wait. I knew I was happy with him but I can't say that I would day dream about a big white dress, flowers, cake and dancing. Yet, here I am, having only been engaged since August 17th and I cannot stop. Is the ring poison? Did it come with a lobotomy that replaced my normal-self for a wedding obsessed self? Is this normal? Am I just excited? Or was this side of me always here and I repressed it for so long because of so many negative relationships and now, since I am truly happy, I can let the wild wedding diva out of her cage?
I have a few close girlfriends who are waiting to get married this year. At least they are some solace for my crazed wedding starved brain. So to all my brides to be out there - is it just me? I am I alone in my wedding craziness? HELP! Save my normal self!
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