This summer has been filled with many feminine soft pink and white weddings...something that I've slowly grown to accept; and dare I say it, enjoy. I have always thought of myself as somebody who must be surrounded by a riot of color. Teal walls covered in rainbows of artwork and shelves of candy colored toys and trinkets fill our house. I feel comfortable in colorful chaos. Something about it soothes me. But you know what else I'm fond of? Ruffles. No, really...I love dreamy folds of fabric that spill in puddles, I collect photos of ruffled skirts, and the appearance of the never-ending ruffled center of a garden rose turns me into a totally swooning dork...in my opinion ruffles are best done in soft colors. Folds of dreamy white and the palest of pinks. There is just something about it harkens back to victorian ladies and princesses, and the obvious ballet dancer. Delicate woman of the utmost class. When Mariah's mother approached me about helping with her daughters flowers, I was happy to hear that Mariah was an equestrian who wanted vintage inspired ruffles...and white, with a hint of blush; and that Scott was a landscaper who knew his flowers! (Always a plus when the groom has a little input!) So on a summer day, surrounded by Home Hill Inn's gorgeous horses (and MINI DONKEYS) Mariah married Scott, surrounded by ruffles of the softest pink and white.
Breathtakingly perfect Snowberry.
A happy Rebecca with the silliest puff she ever did make.
My new friends...who I'm convinced were sad to see me go.
Wild cucumber vine harvested from the tops of my backyard fence made for the softest tendrils and the tiny pop of spike...you know to offset all the ruffles.
In true florist fashion I returned home that night and started on next weekends wedding while watching crappy TV and eating crackers. Just a little trivia for you...florists tend to like the worst TV shows and generally sustain themselves on liquid and crackers, with a few choice meals tossed in for good measure.
Christine and Stephen were married on the very property where they both live and work. Beautiful Kimball Union Academy in Plainfield NH. Sweet personal details like library book check out cards were used as escort cards. (Christine, is a librarian...if you couldn't guess) Brightly patterned fabric lined the tables, and pinwheels spun in the early summer breeze. But the most important details, were the wonderful friends, family and laughter.
I used tiny perfect forget-me-nots picked from my very own front yard...in hopes for memories to last a life time.
After working with 100s of brides over the last 10 years, I always try and tell brides and grooms...that this photo should be what your wedding is about. The flowers, food, dress, cake, are all pretty ribbons on the little package that is love and friendship. (Hows that for cheese!?)
Sweet Bridget and Dan were married at the lovely Quechee Inn at Marshland Farms the same day as our morning wedding. When we got there the fog had lifted and many of Bridget and Dan's friends were sunbathing, laying in the grass and having a rousing game of volleyball on the lawn. It made me happy knowing that such nice people obviously had friends who were there to have a great time! Bridget wanted something simple and elegant, not to fussy, yet soft and fun. Dan wanted wheat grass, that was his only request. Wheat grass. Bingo bango...done and done.
Garden roses for a peony loving bride...I can try and make pretty happen, but I cant make Mother Nature preform miracles. Call me crazy, but I think they're prettier then peonies anyway.
Check out that air split!
Wheat grass for Dan!
All professional photos by the amazing Boro Creative Visions...all nominally ok photos by yours truly.