It’s amazing how things can change over the course of a few days. The week started with a visit from Paddy’s parents. There was food, there was wine… I was relaxed and happy.
Five days later I was crying in the van listening to Brian Eno. Ha.
I had been through every emotion in the spectrum. May I stress I was crying with a. tiredness, b. relief and c. happiness. The Brian Eno was an attempt to slow my heart rate after some fast driving.
It’s fairly normal for me to have a crisis of confidence when delivering a wedding: Will they like the flowers? Will they be what they expected? Are the colours right? Are the peppercorns too red?… I can look at the bouquets and think “ooh, I would carry something like this” but that doesn’t help. I know I can do it, and do it well but I don’t think that tiny doubt in the back of my mind ever really subsides. Weddings do that to you - the pressure to get it right is so great. People always comment that I’m relaxed about it but you don’t want to be inside my head on a busy weekend. Trust me.
Days leading to the weddings were difficult, there were setbacks (which were ultimately rectified) but rescue remedy didn’t have a chance. It goes to show you that no matter how meticulously you have planned and organised, no matter how ready for the work you are, that you can’t control everything. Things go wrong. And then you deal with it. Hopefully without a rum crutch.
Sophie and Dom were great. By a strange coincidence, we discovered on the morning of the wedding that Sophie’s dad and my dad go back years. And that our grandparents were also friends. Newcastle is a village and this is to be expected but it was a nice twist of fate to make the connection as we were setting up the flowers.
Jodi wanted blush and another nice coincidence meant that the market had THE perfect blooms just days before. The Cafe au Lait dahlia is like the holy grail in this town. I ordered it once and it was not like the Instagram pictures from American florists. But this bloom was a perfect colour match and was as close as it gets. Last minute additions were found at the local dahlia farm.
On delivering the flowers It turned out there was nothing to worry about. There was much hugging and smiling, a few tears - and for me, elation. Followed by relief. And then regret for having worried at all.
And so fourteen weeks of constant weekend wedding work is drawing to a close. Two (maybe three) more this year. I’ll soon have free weekends and will hopefully be blogging about trips to Amsterdam, Christmas and food.