I just gave the last 38 hours of my life to this wedding, with the exception of 3 hours of sleep and a very few moments stolen away to do glamorous things like eat instant oatmeal and pack diaper bags. I am pretty pleased with how it turned out, and more importantly the bride's mother was thrilled with it. I just don't want to think about how long it's going to take to get my craft-cave cleaned up and in working order. The chaos level is unreal.
My friend Jennie Love warned me that centerpieces just about kill you. This was my "take a break" photo session when I was half way done. The last 4 were painful to complete. Literally. My hands are hammered and I cut myself in at least 6 places on my left hand. And mentally following the whole formula that many times and keeping everything straight and in order was enough to make me a bit batty. Plus lots and LOTS of stress over peonies that were blush instead of white until they matured a bit, but then were prone to shattering...... and lisianthus with stems too soft to insert into floral foam. Party in my stress-sensors.