Today's featured wedding was from this past June and it was our first real destination wedding, if you want to call Arkansas a destination. It was a destination for me at least but home to the bride and groom who I'm especially close with, my sister and new brother-in-law.
Christi was the best bride. Best brides= they trust me. So she was the best.
Shades of coral, peach, blush, and slate made her color palette with brightly colored watercolor on the paper products. Let's just say I, in classic Elisha form, "over committed" myself to making sure this wedding was perfection... and I'm not one to toot my own horn but it was absolute coraltastic.
The week getting to the flowers was a bit of a blur. Here's a few of the major things I can recall.
There was adventure. My dad and I spent an entire morning at the most amazing flea market where we found all of the milk glass containers for the reception. I had them shipped back to Virginia because I couldn't part with them. I'm already mapping out my plan of attack for when we visit at Thanksgiving this year. Gas up the Camry, babe!
I turned 29 while we were there.
There was a rather intense game of chicken we played with mother nature. Luckily, we won but not after a week full of flood threats with no indoor back up plans for the ceremony or half of the reception. I will never understand how you brides do it! I was sweating the entire week and frantically downloading every weather app to compare the smallest of differences, recording every news segment, I was checking the farmers almanac... it's exhausting. All the while, Christi never made concrete back up plans for anything and of course what happened on her wedding day? It rained in the morning and became the most gorgeous sunny day with a breeze. Not hot. hot humid. Just downright perfect weather. Some people get all the luck!
There was a lot of work. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit sleep deprived and had some seriously sore muscles the following days. I'm embarassed to say this but I wore my pjs on the plane the next day and limped straight up into a bonefish grill unashamedly. And I'm not 100% sure if this is true or not, so I may need someone to verify this story, but I remember at the 11th hour on the day of the wedding, I may or may not have, laid down on the cobblestone entrance of the church out of pure defeat, unable to go any further. I remember thinking how comfortable that cobblestone felt on my back and how I could just lay there forever..."so thirsty".... I knew I was in serious trouble. I needed an intervention. And then, out of no where, a cavalry...my mom and dad appeared like a mirage from within the church doors and swooped up all the flowers and marched off with them like little ants, putting them in their places before I managed to stand back up from my very public display of weakness. It. was. AWESOME! It seems a bit dramatic, I know, but that's because, well, I'm a bit dramatic and the story still needs to be verified so... until then, that's how it happened! Also, I may have scarred my sister-in-law Brittany from ever doing flowers again so, Britt, it's rarely that bad, I promise!
Ok, I'm done being chatty... I know people just want to see the pics so I will move on.
Really quick... Kelsey Tice Photography. I can't say how grateful I am for you taking the extra time to get all of the details and so many flower photos and you captured some of the most beautiful moments. It was so hard for me to only showcase the flowers in this post because all of your work is lovely. Check her out!