My computer,
always more of a tortoise than a hare, has been running even slower of
late. Ever time I switch it on, the system embarks on a seemingly
endless cycle of updating or carrying out virus scan or possibly doing invisible internal tai chi. I should try to strip out some of the unnecessary guff but I am scared than in doing so, I will accidentally lobotomise it. So I leave it to dawdle and churn as it wills; consequently, it is sloooow and takes approximately three hours to download, copy, paste, edit and post pictures- or so it feels like. At this rate, by the time I get around to offering any proper visual representation of my wedding, I will be ready to celebrate my first anniversary.
Still! I bring you a photo of the flower arrangements. I
was completely in love with how the flowers turned out; so much so that
just about the only thing I managed to take pictures of on the day were
my bouquet and the table arrangements . I spent months and months
gawping at various websites trying to decide on what sort of floral
design I wanted and how these would fit into the various centrepieces.
Normally, this is not the sort of thing that would interest me in the
slightest but for reasons I can’t quite understand, I became slightly
obsessed with the issue. And then Knox’s mother picked up on an idea I
had suggested quite casually, and the next thing I knew we were having
custom made vases for the table. I wasn’t able to see the finished
product for quite a long time, at which point my eyes began to roll
back into my head with delirium of trying to figure out what to do.
In the end, we simply walked into the local florist with one of the vases. I
plunked it down and said, “My budget is ££. Put some flowers in these!
Seaholly would be nice. And, er, ooh- peacock feathers!”
Peacock
feathers are not something I would have ordinarily considered pairing
with thistles of any type, to be honest. But it just so happened that I
had earlier gone ahead with a somewhat whimsical purchase of peacock
feather buttonholes for the wedding party- for no reason other than I
thought they looked quite nice. As we were leaning against the counter
discussing an arrangement of seaholly and cream roses, I looked up to
spy a huge jar of peacock feathers on the shelf. What the hell, I thought,
let’s chuck some of those in too- on the proviso that it didn’t look
totally weird. I decided to just leave it all up to the florist’s
capable hands and she promised me to send me some photos of a mocked
arrangement for my approval.
I
continued to search for the bouquet of my dreams- I had it in my head
that I wanted something artificial- but I kept coming back to the
themes of seaholly and peacocks, and let me tell you, it proved nigh on
impossible to source either one. So I eventually phoned the florist and
gibbered “Bouquet! For the bride! Me! The bride! Make one!”
When
the bouquet was delivered on the morning of the wedding, I opened the
box and I squealed with joy. Perfection! The very thing that I had been
trying to put together in my own mind’s eye, without quite knowing what
I wanted, until I saw it there in front of me. I proceeded to pick it
up and twirl around the room, singing a little “I am the bride” song
under my breath. It was a very happy moment. When I
arrived at the venue later and saw all the tables, I was even more
delighted. Seaholly and peacock feathers may not be to everyone’s
taste, but it certainly was mine. The cost ended up being entirely
reasonable, too and that always pleases me.
Afterwards,
there was a veritable bidding war for the vases. My bouquet is
currently withering quietly in mine. I just can’t quite bring myself to
throw it away.
Not the best picture of the bouquet, but it includes a hip flask, a key accessory for any Scottish bride.