I can't believe today marks the second year of my marriage to the delightful Mr.M. Time is flying so fast and I'm having so much fun!
We were sharing tales last night about that day and I remembered my bouquet. I was set on pale pink anemones with black centers and the stems bound in my favorite vintage ribbon. I'm one of those all or nothing type of girls, and that is pretty much what happened. After calling all the florists in our city along with New York, I had to face facts that anemones were not to be mine.
The florists in this midwest city are exactly as you would imagine, and the choices are limited. There would be no lovely Saipua's to arrange ethereal, lushly romantic bouquets for me to clasp in my hands. I decided, nope, nevermind, nada, you can keep your mean, scentless roses at an even meaner price. I would have no bouquet.
This was a very hard decision for a girl that loves flowers. The morning of my wedding I had that awful incomplete feeling and then remembered seeing large, softest pink peonies at Whole Foods the day before.
I was stuck in a tiny city miles away from the closest Whole Foods so I called Mr.M's brother frantically in hopes that he hadn't left town yet. He hadn't, and he so sweetly scooped up a gorgeous bunch and brought them to me. I had tucked the vintage ribbon away with my things so my bridesmaids helped me bound them up and I walked down the aisle with a $10 bouquet.