Several months ago, a bride contacted me to do her wedding flowers. We really hit it off, so she asked me to help her with the wedding planning.
I’ve never planned an event before, I usually go decorate with florals then head off for cocktails somewhere when work is done (good business strategy). But she was persistent and I like new challenges. So I became an event planner for a day.
I even wore all black, which I rarely do because it makes me look like a sad high schooler.
For the florals, we did a color palette of blushes and whites. Roses, peonies, hydrangeas and baby’s breath.
The reception took place upstairs at Antoine’s and looked incredible (I’m biased). I set out place cards, centerpieces and little gifts from the bride and groom. They’re both from Russia (now Floridans) and she had someone from back home (Russia, not Florida) hand paint little nesting dolls as thank yous. I thought it was incredibly thoughtful and unique.
Everyone loved them, especially me. She gave me one as a thank you for my event planning help. Well, that and she paid me.
But I’m obsessed with my new little doll.
It sits on our mail able so I can see it everyday.