Most people who know me know that I’m not short on opinions. Purple is my favorite color. Chartreuse is a funny word and a funny-looking color, if you ask me. What Not to Wear is one of the best things to happen to television and to fashion (No, crazy lady, a tube top is not appropriate past the age of 14.) Our president is kinda hot. If more people listened to Sara Bareilles, Ingrid Michaelson and Brandi Carlisle the world would be a better place. Smoking is gross. Poptarts are gross (Have you ever looked to see how many calories are in those things??). See? I have opinions. Plenty of ’em. And yet, it’s been really interesting to discover with this wedding planning process which things I have opinions about and which ones I really kind of don’t. Flowers, for instance. I feel like I should be filled with excitement about bouquets and boutonnieres and all things flower. And yet, I’m just not.
Don’t get me wrong; I love flowers. I have two beautiful orchids perched on my windowsill at home that make me smile every time I look at them. I get giddy when Russ surprises me with an arrangement of gerber daisies. And when I pass a field dotted with heather or buttercups, I just want to drop everything and run through it, all reckless abandon-like. But when it comes to thinking about wedding flowers, my mind goes blank. I have no opinions. No ideas. No excitement.
When I’ve dreamed of my big day, certain images always popped into my head: a beautiful white dress, friends and family, music and dancing and partying the night away. Flowers have never really entered the equation. In fact, when I see pictures of big bouquets filled with all sorts of flowers whose names I can’t pronounce half the time, my eyes just glaze over. I guess bouquets that make a statement are some people’s thing, but they’re definitely not mine.
And don’t get me started on how freakin’ expensive wedding flowers can be. Geez, louise. It just seems crazy to me to spend hundreds of dollars on arrangements whose purpose is served by being pretty for one day. One day! I mean, I know we could give all the flowers away at the end of the day, but it still seems like such a waste of money.
So now I must decide: Do I do flowers at all? Maybe simple bouquets consisting of one flower? Or can I shirk the tradition of flowers altogether? I mean, will those nearest and dearest to us really care whether there are flowers abounding?
I change my mind almost weekly when I think about alternatives to the traditional floral bouquet. For a little while, I was dead set on hand muffs, since it’ll be a December wedding. Then I thought about fans. And then I remembered, yep, it’s still a December wedding. Now I’m in love with pine cones. Yes, pine cones. Don’t judge me.