The hopeless bride smells the roses

I like flowers. They look nice, they smell nice and they make your house pretty.

That is the extent of my flower knowledge. You may think I’m joking, but seriously, like Jon Snow, I know nothing. So when it came to finding a florist and choosing the flowers for our wedding, I wanted them to be good but I had no idea how to make that happen.

With no knowledge and no idea of what I wanted, I had no idea where to start. Every time I saw a bunch of flowers or a table decoration, I’d inevitably only like a certain part of it and then would have to spend ages trying to find out the names of the flowers I did like.

So I resorted back to looking in wedding magazines for guidance and they said that I must consider:

  • What flowers are in season – I don’t even know their names let alone if they’re ‘in season’
  • What your colour scheme is – I think I can manage this one
  • How much you want to spend – this is the hardest part, when you nothing about flowers, you also know nothing about how much they cost, making it impossible to know if you’re getting a good deal or not – HELP!

I’d seen a flower called gypsophila (it took me an hour to find that out and I still have no clue how to pronounce it!) I thought it was pretty and wanted to know the possibilities of using this flower in some way.

However, this was not a job I could do over the internet or in magazines. I looked up some local independent florists, arranged to meet one lady in person and just hoped to god she would be able to help me.

The lady called Tricia was lovely, she didn’t seem to be put off by me being a total amateur and put my mind at rest by bringing a book of photos where I essentially pointed at the flowers I liked and she noted them down- perfect!

Luckily Tricia has a great deal of experience and was able to point out all the flowers I’d forgotten or overlooked, and made some great suggestions based on my wedding venue, colour scheme and my endless Pinterest boards.

In this situation I’m glad I actually met with someone rather than trying to do everything over the internet, it’s a big weight off my mind to know exactly who will be doing my flowers and that she is on the end of the phone if I need her.

Wedding flowers = done.

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An example of Tricia’s work

The hopeless bride strikes a pose

If you read my previous post ‘The hopeless bride says cheese,’ you will know that I have a lifelong obsession with photos. After booking a photographer, I wondered how I could get even more photos from the day.

I’d always liked the idea of a photobooth, you can see from the photo above that I’m not one to shy away from a photo opp’ (I’m the one with the bright blonde hair making a fool of myself and loving it) but I’d heard that hiring a booth was really expensive and came with lots of conditions. I did some quick Google searching on my phone and found the following problems:

  • you only normally get the booth for around 2-3 hours, so at what time of the day is best? before the meal when people are busy mingling, or after dinner when people may be too drunk to use it?
  • Some come with a limited number of prints – how do you organise that? create a strict one photo per person policy and seem boring, or leave people to it and risk the eternal disappointment of Great aunty Mabel at missing out?
  • many had options I wasn’t even sure were needed – what colour do you want the booth, do you want it to come with colour changing lights, do you want it to serve you canapés whilst redoing your makeup (ok the last one may be an exaggeration/great idea but you see the point)

The confusion and the price in a lot of cases made me give up on this idea and come up with a plan B.

My lovely work colleagues at my last job gave me an instant Polaroid camera as a gift. My plan was to set up a table with the camera, loads of refill cartridges and a board to let people take their own selfies and stick them up – perfect. A cheap, easy solution.

That was the plan….. until I saw a very tempting offer by a photobooth company who’d probably tracked my search engine terms and conveniently advertised themselves right in front of me on Facebook.

The deal seemed too good to be true, 5 hours of a booth, unlimited photos, a guestbook people can put their photos in, key rings  to put photos in and keep as souvenirs and a CD of all the pictures for a price similar to the companies just offering the above.

Well their sneaky target advertising paid off, after checking that the company wasn’t in fact a scam to con a hopeless bride in parting with her money, I signed up.

Watch out wedding, I will be first in line to dress up in silly wigs and props and strike a pose.