Abi & Ben 6.1.13

Abi and Ben were married at the oh so famous/one of my favorite places Camp Ohana. If you scroll through the blog you can see my accolades for the place, time and time again. It never ever fails. When Abi first contacted me, what struck me is that she asked for "cute". I'm a sucker for anything remotely adorable. Kittens, rainbows, sparkles, unicorns...I'm secretly a walking Lisa Frank character. The cuter/sillier the better, so their wedding was so fun for me. I'm so used to people wanting elegant and romantic or rustic and "Vermont", so anything outside of that box is a welcome challenge! Voila. The cutest things I've made to date.
Professional photos by the super duper talented Natasha Montero. To check out her full blog post about these guys....go HERE. It's worth it. 

Special things afoot.

Guys, something really exciting is happening...I can't tell you yet. But it involves profession photos of extra pretty arrangements; and lots of answering questions about myself. Keep an eye, ear out...especially in 2014. 

How to feel good about yourself.

One day, I got an email from a woman named Janet Bell. She politely asked if she could paint one of my photos. This one to be exact....
...of course I said yes. Why wouldn't I? Well, I'm so happy I did...because the finished product is out of this world awesome. I permanent reminder of a super wedding, and beautiful flowers. Janet's paintings are amazing across the board. Check them out, at the Janet Bell Gallery facebook page! Also, prints of this painting are available for purchase through Janet should you feel the need to make me feel even better about myself. 

Eloping v4.0

It's been a while since I've posted. We've been so busy, with the bulk of wedding season out of the way and only a couple more events scattered throughout the winter; I can finally focus on getting some of the wonderful events we took part in up on the blog. Let's see if I can keep that promise.

I long for winter...the smell of snow in the air sometimes splashed with the smell of a wood stove make my heart beat a little faster. In the same breath, I miss the sun. It keeps spitting snow and I'm currently layered under a quilt on my couch. My cat is curled up in a box way to small for her and her fur is spilling out the sides. Its warm in here. In other news, I was warm this day too...the day a tiny group of friends stood around and watched some friends get married in the woods.

Mariah & Scott 8.25.12

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. 

Eloping V3.0

Sometimes is just about putting on your best t-shirts and heading to city hall...just the two of you. 

Bridget & Dan 8.11.12

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.  Cuties.  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.