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Entries in Bouquets (3)

Thursday
Sep012011

Fantasy Land Friday

Fantasy Land Friday

Where I can pretend I’m always planning my wedding…where there are no budgets, locale limitations, opposing religions, or back-talking in-laws.

Where back-fat is an unknown, shoes are always comfortable and the fondant tastes like buttercream.

A place where there are no choices, only the perfect.

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The Dress.

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The hairpiece.

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The Shoes.

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The Bag.

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The Jewels.

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The Bouquet.

Sigh…I love Fantasy Land Friday, don't you?

Happy long Labor Day Weekend, y'all. I can't believe summer....ZOOOM - there it went!

Friday
Jul292011

On Dreams and Herbs

Anyone who has read this blog for any period of time knows that The Thirty-Something Bride has some sleep issues (as well as occasionally referring to herself in the blog third person). It’s one of the reasons this blog even exists. I mean, if you can’t sleep then BLOG! It’s the only natural thing to do, right?

OK, so maybe not. But it totally kept me occupied during those 2:30am fits of wedding budget terror.

I’ve mentioned before that I sleep better now. Now, that I don’t have the day-to-day stress that comes with trying to convince a company president and CFO that an early increase of prices in anticipation of an overseas price increase during a recession is NOT a smart idea. And then they wondered, “Uh. What happened to all our sales?” All I heard was “Baaaaaah.” The bleating of simple sheep.

And no, I don’t harbor any ill will. None at all.

Anyway, back to the sleep stuff. While I do sleep more soundly, I still help that limping effort along with nighttime doses of Tylenol PM or when things get really serious, a prescribed muscle relaxant. Now, falling asleep generally isn’t the issue. I can do that. It’s the staying asleep that’s the real bitch. On most nights, I can take a single Tylenol PM and know that I might wake up a time or two but that I’ll be incoherent enough to fall back asleep. If I take TWO Tylenol PM’s I’m definitely out all night. The issue there is I’m super groggy when I wake up and have a hard time jumping into my day, which is what I prefer to do. The prescription stuff? Let’s just say I’m out, like, for a while. Last week I’d been somewhat restless, waking often and taking longer to fall back asleep so this week I upped the ante to the double Tylenol PM dose. Ahhhhhh, the sweet relief of sleep. However, this relief doesn’t come without a dangly little price tag. Dreams.

I dream like a mother-effer when I’m out like that. Crazy shit that I totally remember. Earlier this week I had a terrible nightmare. It was one of those where you’re in this constant state of semi-terror where you just know the shit is going to jump out at you and eat your brains. My nightmares have always been very apocalyptic in nature. It’s all Blade Runner meets The Stand (the book, not the movie) meets Red Dawn (WOLVERINES!!). Annoyingly, they are also the kind of nightmares where you can stand slightly outside your psyche and know that you’re dreaming. In this particular dream, I’m riding around the neighborhood I lived in when my dad was stationed at Paris Island, SC. We lived in base housing then; houses that were short, squat and brick with small, high windows, low ceilings and carports, each one indistinguishable from the next. All the houses are vacant, except that I know there’s evil lurking. Did I mention that I’m riding around this neighborhood on a BMX bicycle trying to save any remaining souls from whatever brain-eating, world-ending creature is playing hide and seek with me? Yeah, so I’m tooling around this neighborhood all the while my outside psyche self is screaming, “WAKE THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID COW!” And of course I can’t because not only am I riding the BMX bike, I’m riding it through dream molasses whereas I just know the so-far-invisible mind-suck creature moves as quick as an American’s bowels in India. I finally wake up, terrified and actually force myself to get up because I know that if I go back to sleep, it will be just as if I hit the pause button and the dream will continue where it left off. Asshole dream.

But then night before last, I had a really funny dream where The Candyman thought he could wait tables and I watched him  spill a giant tray filled with plates of linguini with clams and red sauce. This, I’m sure, is simply a rendition of my own experience of dropping a tray of four plates of spaghetti right in front of the people who ordered them, back when I was waiting tables at the tender age of 19 ("Um. Your spaghetti will be just one more minute….”). It was all good though because a giant wave came through the restaurant and cleaned up the mess (I’m talking about the dream now, now the actual Spaghetti Experience) and then we went out and played in the restaurant-surf where the beach was super-green lush grass and not sand. Good times.

Last night? I dreamed I was touring around some European city with David Duchovny (Oh, Why Won’t You Love Me?). We had found a killer lomograph-style camera along with a shit-ton of film and so we went exploring and photographing together. It was all very innocent (no dream cheating) but also a little on the romantic side because David liked my photo skillz so much he brought me a huge bouquet of lilac, wrapped in brown craft paper and tied with twine. I mean, how sweet is David Duchovny?

And then you know what happened?  I woke up and started thinking about really natural, herby like bouquets and that I should post about them. Yeah. That’s how stupid this wedding shit is in my head. So who am I to argue with myself? Here you go.

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This is a lot like what David Duchovny brought me. Via One Lovely Day.

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Simple lavender bouquet via SMP. Oh, P.S? Next week? I’ve got a bridal shoot feature taken at a LAVENDER FARM! Holy purple herbal goodness. Make sure you check back to see it!

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Herb bouquet via Blame it on the Food.

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Via this weird site that I think is written by the chick from Once Wed. These are DIY!

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Awesome rosemary love. Via photographer Thayer Allyson Gowdy (go get lost in her mad skillz on her website).

So there you go. That’s how some of these posts happen: via end-of-days style dreams with the lingerings of dinner spillage and X-file reruns all playing in my head.

Happy Weekend!

Tuesday
Nov302010

Hand Job. Consider the Width....

Seriously. You have to consider what you're about to hold onto. How big will it be? Will it be heavy? Will it be slippery? Will it make your hand sweat? Will there be thorns?

I'm talking about your bouquets, ladies. What? You thought it was something else? Huh?

More specifically, I'm talking about the stems of your bouquet. The size of your bouquet and the flowers you choose will determine the "hand job" of your bouquet. Certain flowers have really thick stems (lilies and tulips can have them, for example) while others are much thinner (mum varieties). I personally think that a bouquet you can't wrap your hand around looks ridiculous. Yes, there. I said it. RIDICULOUS. I mean seriously, folks. Are you caring a bouquet or a freakin' wide load parcel? 

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REALLY? What the hell is wrapped around that sucker? 

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Pretty, but definitely a two-handed job here. 

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Seriously gorgeous and way too big. Maybe if you're walking the aisle solo and don't have anyone's arm to hold onto, yes. Otherwise, no. How did she even keep this thing straight with one hand? 

Am I crazy to think that these giant 2-handed deals are ridiculous? Should your bouquet weigh enough to use for last minute, pre-ceremony bicep curls? To be honest, I never even gave it a second thought when I planned my flowers. As I'm sure you all know, flowers weren't a huge deal to me, even though I still paid $1500. I loved the way the flowers of my bouquet looked, but I didn't like the stems or the hand job part at all. Here's a quick picture of them: 

Jonathon Campbell Photography, natch. 

See how the ribbon doesn't go all the way down and how the stems are kinda poking out? That annoyed me. Why? Because I was afraid that the stems, having sat in water, and by the sheer nature of what they are, might get something on my dress. You know, some sort of flower goo or ooze. No one wants goo or ooze all over their hand job, right?

I had given my florist the left over lace from my mom's mantilla that I made my veil out of. I wanted her to wrap the stems in it so that is was tight and thick (the lace, that is) and covered all the stem parts. I wanted it to look more like this, but with the lace and my grandmother's pearl pin.

Flowers by the wonderful Hilary at Brocade Designs

There was plenty of lace left over for my florist to accomplish this, but I think she was thinking to use it sparingly as she only wrapped one thin little layer around the satin ribbon. And my grandmother's pearl pin was up way too high on the bouquet. I just didn't care for the hand job construction - that's all. And the lace didn't even really stay on all that well. It's a good thing I didn't really care about it. However, since hindsight is always 20/20, I'm going to share what I learned. Make sure you talk about what you want your hand job to look like with your florist. Think about the width and girth of your hand job, particularly if you have small hands. If you care about this, talk to your florist and be specific.

Your bouquet will be in your hands all of 10 minutes during the ceremony. You'll have it for pictures, of course, but as soon as you get to the reception, it will be totally out of sight and out of mind somewhere on your table. This is not a terribly big deal, unless flowers is your thing

So have you given any thought to your hand job? Your FLORAL hand job, that is? If you've already tossed that bouquet, what were your thoughts? Did you talk it over with your florist or were you (un)pleasantly surprised? Do tell.