Jess & Doug 9.2.12

150 bottles+summery flowers= Rehearsal dinner 175 billy balls+twigs+green ribbon= Napkin flowers 88 free spirit roses+green hypericum berry= 11 bridesmaids bouquets.  3 types of yellow roses+ferny goodness+passion vine= A brides bouquet 38 mason jars+vibrant summer flowers+11 wooden boxes= Centerpieces for 26 tables 9 flats of grass+billy balls+roses+escort cards=A perfect welcome to their guests.  1 perfect view+1chuppah=the perfect ceremony Camp Ohana + a wedding=perfection

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. 

Christine & Stephen 6.23.12

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.  STUDS. Beautiful Christine.  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!?)