Eh, something borrowed, something stolen comme ce, comme ca.
At first, I was going to get a florist to do my bouquet. I wanted tulips and roses. For my portraits, a "floral designer" with much ego did my bouquet. It looked nothing like the photos I had shown him, and the conversation we had discussing what I liked an didn't like. The bouquet also weighted like 25lbs.
I told my mom she could probably do better. She's done flowers forever and did the church's flowers for Sunday service.
Mom ordered the flowers from a wholesaler. In 2000 it wasn't as easy to get quality flowers for cheap. There was no Costco or Sams locally, and grocery stores didn't have much except pathetic over-priced carnations in teensy vases.
We also had hydrangeas. There was an old woman that had the coolest flowers every summer. Mom and I stopped by her house one day and asked if we could purchase some of her flowers. She readily let us buy different flowers for Mom's church decorations every Sunday. The lady liked us so much that she let us have some blue hydrangeas from her favorite bushes. We used those for a decoration in the vestibule of the church.
Mom bought some gorgeous wide satin ribbon and used that to wrap my bouquet and those of my bridesmaids. My bouquet was the most gorgeous white roses and white tulips from The San Francisco Flower Mart. (they used to be wholesale only, and Mom is a landscape designer/horticulturalist) My bridesmaids carried tulips and hydrangeas.
If loving me is wrong, you don't want to be right.
Don't touch the hair!