Black and Gold Centerpieces with Pinecones
If you had asked me six months ago whether I was a “DIY bride,” I probably would have said no, not really. However, considering the work we put into our invitations, table numbers, and favors, I guess I am, sort of! It’s always been a pleasure, though. There is something so rewarding about being proud of a finished project; it’s cool to be able to say, “Yep! I made that!”
Enter our centerpieces. From the beginning, I thought I might do something myself, because a) it’s a winter wedding and b) I didn’t really care about flowers, especially after I looked at the average cost of a wedding florist. Therefore, I figured I would make my own bouquet, order boutonnieres (it’s like prom all over again!), and do “something cool” with candles for the tables. Considering the warm, festive, holiday feeling we were aiming for, it seemed like a great idea.
Now we’re a couple of weeks out, and let me be very clear—I am so excited to see our centerpieces in action, and I think they are really going to convey the aesthetic we wanted…but Oh. My. God. This was a BEAST. It just…kept growing. Like a hydra when you cut off its head: 10 more ideas sprouted up and demanded to be executed.
Okay, Sixpence Centerpieces, Final Edition. Here we go:
We have a total of 225 gold candle holders in 10 different styles, selected and purchased from Michaels, World Market, and several online retailers. That also means 225 (plus some extra) candles. I ordered these in batches over the last eight months, and then unwrapped, un-stickered (<– 10th circle of hell), organized, artfully arranged, labeled, and repacked them into boxes for our venue coordinators.
But we can’t stop at candles! It needs…something else! So I also ordered black lace table runners. Set up with the candles and the table numbers, it looked good, but still something was missing.
What’s that? Pinecones, you say? But you can’t mean ordinary pinecones, because we aren’t having a rustic wedding…so you must mean GOLD pinecones! I ordered a big ol’ box from Etsy, but when they arrived they simply weren’t GOLD enough, so I made my three billionth trip to Michaels and picked up some spray paint.
There’s a moment, hive, when you might find yourself on the lawn outside your apartment, spray painting 48 pinecones on torn-out pages from catalogues because you don’t have any newspaper, while your curious teenage neighbor “Carl” looks on and gives you advice on how to hold the paint can. At this particular juncture, you might be tempted to question your sanity, but let me reassure you: I think, after everything, it’s going to be worth it! We tested it out at our venue last night (without place settings, menus, escort cards, favors, or actual lit candles), but we’re thrilled with the results.
Front view of my blood, sweat, and tears
And from the back
We’re paying extra for our venue coordinators to take on day-of setup, and while there are a LOT of pieces, everything’s clearly labeled and it only took a minute or two to put it all on the table. Honestly, I don’t think we ended up saving that much cash vs. hiring a florist, and it was a ton of time, effort, and coordination on my part. But if I could do it over again, I think that I would. If it turns out as lovely as I hope, it will be so worth it to say, “Yep. I MADE THAT.”
Did you do non-floral centerpieces? And anyone else agree that DIY is worth the ungodly toil in the end?