Pretty Things

I’m not a huge flower lover; did we already discuss this? I like a good yellow snapdragon, and I’m pretty pumped when the crocuses come up in Spring, but other than that I really don’t know squat. And I don’t care. Fiancé has been told that his money would be 100% wasted on flowers, and let’s just say he is not sad about that.

When I met with a florist (who my mom had to set up for me-thanks, Ma), I had no idea what to say. We were only getting bouquets and boutonnières, so it wasn’t a lengthy meeting about centerpiece flowers matching tablecloths (or napkins, again) etc., etc. Pretty much “I like yellow?” is what came out of my mouth. “And orange,” I added with a little more believability. So, zip-zap-zammo she named ten flowers I’d never heard of, showed me a couple pictures, and we were done. Luckily, whatever they end up looking like will be okay with me. I take this whole flower thing as a “calm” piece of the wedding planning. Let’s hope it’s not that so-called calm before the storm…