Wedding Chronicles...The Flowers

A wedding is the biggest day of a little girl's life. Mine was no different. I planned and pinned and repined and schemed for months. Then I planned and dreamed and talked some more. Finally it was time to actually DO something. My momma and I made mountains of homemade jam, marmalade, and apple butter.
Then I printed tags and tied and cut...until we had about 90 or so of these delicious little homemade lovelies.

One thing that I learned about planning a wedding of your dreams, was that it's so much easier with an amazing venue to start with. Ours was to die for! Even without all the little details and fresh flowers and freshly planted mums, it was gorgeous. I can never thank our friends enough for letting use it for our big day!
For a girl who dreams in vintage, being surrounded by reclaimed brick. Old wrought iron and vintage church pews, was all I would have ever dreamed.


One of my favorite wedding planning moments was the evening I spent with my cousin Jamie, my florist, explaining and dreaming and throwing out every flower I had ever dreamed of. Which resulted in tons and tons of fresh flowers!



When Jeffrey came home from Cali I asked him to drive with to to deliver the blue Mason jars to Jamie for her to put the centerpieces in. She took us into the cooler at work to show me all the wonderful flowers that were waiting for us. When we left, Jeffrey looked at me and said, "Are ALL THOSE flowers ours?" Haha!!
The centerpieces were mainly ivory hydrangeas, sunflowers, and button mums. 

My bouquet was so beautiful that when my cousin Micah brought it in for me to see, I cried. Mine was a mix of ivory hydrangeas, green hypericum berries, wax flowers, orange calla lilies, purple status, wheat (which my mom thought was crazy, but ended up loving) and some other random leaves, berries, twigs!!

Here it is, with a sneak peek of my dress....sigh!

The bridesmaid's bouquets, were equally as beautiful and just about as heavy! They were a mix of dahalias, purple status, sunflowers, hypericum berries and wheat.  Each bouquet was wrapped in some of the same lace that we used for the table runners.

The Guy's boutonnieres were all different. Jeffrey's was the only one that had wheat. The mothers, grandma, flowergirl and guest book gals all had little wrist corsages. With the exception of my mom, who pinned hers to her clutch.

The flowers couldn't have been more gorgeous. Including the two that went on our arbor in front of the church. My cousin Jamie worked for days on these and everything else. She wrapped anything that would stand still in honeysuckle vine and topped this arbor with sunflowers, button mums, eucalyptus leaves and my favorite...Cattails!! A simple reminder to me of my grandparents very country roots!

It's been awhile!

Hello Friends!

It has been a while since I've written. My last post was a simple chronicle about how excited I was to sit down and eat at our wedding off all the wonderful china we collected!
Let me tell you, it was a WONDERFUL DAY!!

I'm currently working on a little overview of that great day, so until then, you can check out my Guest Post that I wrote for my friend Jordan at her LilyWhite blog here.

The China

Today was china sorting day. The day when the stacks and stacks of mismatched china plates went into boxes to be used on our wedding day, just 38 days from now.
The first set of china I pulled out was my grandma's. And I started to cry.
It hit me that my Granny would miss out on our big day. She wouldn't be sitting in the front row with a corsage or get to make a big deal about what she would wear. All that I have of her is her china. For that, I am ever so grateful. Her china plates are simple, much like my Granny was. No flowers or embellishments. What you see, is what you get. And while she won't be there to laugh when I ask her to dance. Her memory will linger with us all day. And as I sit surrounded by my best friends, we'll do what my Gran loved best. We'll eat. Off her dishes.

Cousins

I have the best cousins ever! They make me laugh and they are here for me when I need to cry. They gently remind me of who I am and where I come from.
M is my closest older cousin, in age as well as in relationship. He and image like brother and sister. He has this saying that has stood with me since college. Anytime something upsetting or bad happens he says,"Sister, God is in the interruptions in life."
These last few months and especially the last few days have been full of interruptions. So, I'm listening. I think God is about to say something big.