I’ve decided: I will make my own bouquet.
There, I can hear your jaw drop.
It’s just that I’m tired. So effin tired. I’ve gone through the pain of talking to several florists, gasping at the prices, explaining why I don’t want imported flowers, blah blah blah. This emotional blackmail called the wedding has me nearly lurching already. I Just. Cannot. Take it. Anymore!!! They’re flowers, for crying out loud! How difficult can they be, really?? They’re always beautiful, no matter what you do to them.
I arrange flowers at home all the time (one of the girly duties I’ve been accustomed to, apart from gift wrapping). They turn out pretty nice.
Besides, I don’t want my flowers to look manicured or done, anyway. Why then would I pay Php3,500 for a bunch of flowers that have been deliberately arranged to look haphazardly arranged?? It does NOT make sense.
So, on the morning of the wedding, I will go to Dangwa, pick out locally grown flowers, and arrange the bouquet myself.
“But oh, the stress!” Which stress? I can visit Dangwa the week before and strike a a deal with maybe a couple of sellers just so we don’t get lost or confused on the day of.
“But do you even have time to go?” Dude, I can ask any of my aunts, whom I trust with my life, or even a friend on her way to the hotel, to go and get the flowers. And because I am intrinsically OC, I will ask them to give me a video call so I can check if they have the right colors and types.
The only thing I was really concerned about was how to keep the flowers fresh up until the ceremony. But I’ve learned how ridiculously easy it is:
http://www.jrroses.com/weddingflower3.0.html
As for the entourage bouquets, well I have another idea for that. 😉
I have declared this. Therefore it will happen. 😛