OK, I lied, we’re not pulling a Stranger Than Fiction at our wedding.
Via I Waste So Much Time (preach)
Mr. Hammer would love that, since he generally doesn’t believe in plants you can’t eat, but it doesn’t quite jive with our decor. So, he’s resigned himself to having flowers at our wedding. Such a drag.
Picking our florist, Fancy Flowers by Meredith, was maybe the easiest part of our wedding planning so far. FMIL highly recommended the florist they’d used for FSIL’s wedding a few years back, both for her price and for her quality. Mr. Hammer, Mama Hammer, and I went to visit her back in early 2014, and she was a sweet lady with multiple four-inch binders full of photos of flowers. We were sold. (OK, I don’t think Mr. Hammer cared at all about this one, but Mama Hammer and I were sold, anyway.)
Picking the actual flowers, though, has been trickier. You may have noticed that I describe our wedding as “colorful,” but I’m forcing both the bridesmaids and the groomsmen into grey. So by “colorful” I really mean “the flowers better bring it.” My original color inspiration flowed from this photo, which definitely brings it:
But while I used to think that I’d only be happy if I carried THAT EXACT BOUQUET DOWN THE AISLE and that I 100% NEEDED RANUNCULUS (yikes), now I’m not so sure. Don’t get me wrong, I still loooove the punchy colors and the variety of textures. But then we (okay, I) added coral-peach-whatever-pink to the mix, and then our florist showed us a photo of Juliet roses at our meeting and I became newly fixated on their ruffly, petaly goodness. And now, I’ve started to lean more towards bouquets like this:
Ruby Reds Florals & Garden / Photo by Erin Nicole Photography / Via Every Last Detail
This one’s got a little too much white and not enough yellow for me, but I loooove the slight messiness, the textures, the flowy satin ribbon, and the soft pinks.
And maybe something simple and punchier for the bridesmaids, like these:
Add in the pink with MOH A’s bouquet, to set her apart a little bit?
For the groomsmen, we’re (and I do mean “we,” this time) pushing for hops in the boutonnieres. For those of you who don’t drink beer and/or aren’t surrounded by beer snobs like I am, hops are these little, green, succulent-type pineconey things that they use to make beer. Mr. Hammer tells me they smell like the most delicious beer ever, but I’m more of a rum girl, myself, so I just take his word for it.
I’m excessively excited by this idea, because it (1) meets Mr. Hammer’s criteria of edible plants (well, sort of), (2) is a nod to Mr. Hammer’s straight-up obsession with beer, and (3) makes use of the hops from the massive plant Mr. Hammer and his BIL planted in the lawn of his parents’ house last summer.
The centerpieces, though, are where I’m really conflicted. I want something that’ll contrast nicely with my grey-and-white-striped table toppers, but I’m not sure if I should go bright and playful:
Or romantic and muted:
Blush Floral Design I freakin’ love the Meyer lemons in this one. Plus, hey Mr. Hammer, they’re edible! (And I do mean that literally-Mr. Hammer eats lemon slices straight off the edge of water glasses.)
What do you guys think? Should I go punchy or pastel?
And yes, I know I’ll shake my head at the fact that I cared enough to be conflicted about such a minor difference in a year, when all I remember is that everything was beautiful and we got married. But for now, I’m stuck in tunnel vision!
- Wychmere Beach Club