Thursday, April 19, 2012

Wedding Preparations - The Tale Continues

To continue the saga. I drove up to the venue for the wedding that happened to be at a Lah-De-Dah resort. The kind my Aunt Kat would have said only the McNeils could afford to go to. (Her way of saying it was way too up town for her.) The bellman came out and welcomed me and if I ever  thought I had a chance of impressing someone, it stopped right there. "Do you need help with your luggage?" Yes, please." When he opened my trunk, he added, "Perhaps I need two carts."

In my trunk were two giant boxes holding 52 fresh hydrangeas, 2 bolts of tulle (300 yards), 2 pots for the topiares, 2 bags of ribbon (one Dream House and one un-Barbie like), 50 floating candles, two boxes of (most delicate) orchid blossoms, 6 spools of blue organza, 2 two foot tall glass vases (that I would commit Harri-Kari should they break),  a bag of scissors, snippers, and, floral tape, the brides' book, my luggage, and my hang bag. 

Then he got to the back seat that contained 2 five foot tall  topiaries, 2 three foot tall topiaries, and another tall vase (just in case). "You must be a florist." (No, I just play one on TV). "No, we are just helping with the flowers for a wedding."

Luckily, the hotel had given us a meeting room as a staging area for our work into which we moved everything, including the flowers (and curly willow) we had picked up from the wholesaler. Now the rubber was going to hit the road. Some of the bride's cousins had been tasked to assist us. First order of business, un-box the floating candles and put them in the designated jars, meanwhile my daughter and I started going through the flowers deciding how to use what we had and dancing around the GD yellow Mums

What? The candles didn't fit in the jars? Sure enough the floating candles were too wide to fit into the jars. And, this was our first item on the list (of many). We tried melting the side of the candle - it was too big and would have taken too much time. Also, God knows how many lighters we would go through. Then we tried shaving them. That would work. It wasn't pretty and would take some time but was the best solution. We would  have aborted this but it was one of the Bride's requests. 

I started cutting the flowers and placing them in the Mason jars after someone had tied small (un-Barbie like) ribbons around the neck of each. Then I realized some of the Dutch Iris were not open. I filled a vase with warm water, and put them in it, hoping to coax them into blooming. We desperately needed their blue color. (I told you that you never could count on the Dutch.) Meanwhile, I continued making the arrangements in the jars. There would probably be 40 or so total jars by the time we finished (hopefully). 

My daughter showed one of the cousins how to hot glue the orchid blossoms onto the curly willow and sent someone out to steal some sand from the resorts' "beach".  Over the next three  hours, the candles were whittled down (with not a great deal of loss of blood), the ribbons were put on the jars, the orchids were glued on the curly  willow, sand and candles were put in the luminaries, most of the jars were filled, the tulle was mounted on the pier, as were the topiaries, the Hydrangeas were grouped  and taped in 13 groups of three - then wired onto the tulle on the pier, the nosegays and boutonnieres were put together, and rose petals were put in the flower girls' baskets and a bow was tied on each.

Reality shows should never need writers. Just give a number of folks a situation like this and it takes a life of its own. When I was making the nosegays I felt like I was under the pressure of Project Runway. Being in the staging room at times was like Get a Life. And, the entire project felt like the Amazing Race by the time I was seated for the ceremony. 


Anonymous said...

Please - a picture of the flowers?

AC said...

I don't think we have any pictures. I was too busy to pick up my camera. If the bride's pictures show any of our "work", I'll pass them along.