
You can read part 1 here and part 2 here.
On Friday, the tulle-covered wire got squeezed into my car, and the flowers went over to the church in the back of Will's car. The whole afternoon was devoted to decorating the church and rehearsing for the ceremony, and we were lucky enough to have a whole team of people helping out.
While I was running around being the virgo elementary-school teacher that I am (read: picky and bossy) my mom and aunt Meghan and uncle John took over the arch-making job. They spent about three hours wiring and gluing and getting the arch to look like something I wouldn't hate.



If you're thinking of doing something similar, honestly, I would encourage you to think again. It's probably not worth it.
And yet...Writing this up (and, yeah, reading my mom's comment on part two) made me realize that the stupid flower arch is an integral part of what I'll always remember about getting married. If nothing else, it proves that a lot of people love me enough to put in a lot of time doing not-fun stuff just to satisfy a crazy fantasy of mine.
Will always says that our wedding looked like a wedding in a movie -- the colors were so vivid and the whites were so bright and the weather was so perfect and everything was decorated so beautifully -- and the arch was a big part of that. It really did frame our ceremony.
So....Maybe I would do it again, even knowing what I know now.... But probably not.

1 comment:
Looks like you had a beautiful wedding...and great idea about the mason jars...I'm going to store that one for the future...
It's a miracle you pulled so much together in such a short amount of time...
Wishing you tons of happiness and white flowers in your future...
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