Summer… or something like it.

Lately, it's been photoshoots, flower farms, and mild weather. The whole mild weather situation is actually throwing us a bit off, making it feel like we still have so much time left before end-of-summer weddings. We're also nearing August with only three days over 90 degrees these last two months. Totally nuts! And finally, we're instagraming on our official page (@kaeandales) which is fun because we can post flower pictures non-stop and people don't get mad at us. Not that anyone has every gotten mad about that but we didn't want to risk it.

Livin' on a prayer

I feel like there is so much praying going on the week of a big wedding. Praying every stem was counted (and recounted) correctly, that the email we just received from the grower contains only good news, that the product we ordered arrives safely, that we can find something to replace whatever showed up in the wrong shade of purple, that the weather is not too hot but also not too cold, that we can fit 37 centerpieces in a small SUV, that the rental company will arrive any minute even though they’re an hour late, that the wind doesn’t knock over the ceremony arrangements, that the bride and groom are happy and everyone is on time, that the guest in the bright red dress sits in the third row and away from the aisle, that the kids running around at cocktail hour will get tired soon, that cleanup takes less than an hour, and that there will be enough hot water at the rental house for everyone to take a shower when we finally get home at midnight.

Somehow, no matter what happens, weddings always just work out. It’s nothing short of a miracle.

Schreiner's Iris

There’s something that happens after a wedding – maybe exhaustion or possibly feeling gluttonous over being elbows deep in buckets and buckets of gorgeous blooms just days earlier- that really brings on an aversion to flowers. Maybe aversion is the wrong word but I definitely feel the need to distance myself from flowers just for a little bit. I actually don’t know if anyone feels that way in this industry, but I know I do. We had just come home from a week-long trip to Northern California where our time was split between wedding work and spending time with family. So contrary to my immediate desire to hide from flowers for a while, we decided to head to Schreiner’s Iris farm for their last weekend of bloom season the day after we arrived home from our trip. I embarrassingly had never been, neither had Ales so we really just needed to just get ourselves over there already. So anyway, we get to this farm and I don’t even have words for these iris. Practically pieces of art, each one of them. And so so delicate, like wet tissue paper. And it was overwhelming but not in a bad way, but in a super refreshing way, which was nice and unexpected. Really glad I paid this place a visit at the end of bloom season or else my May wedding would have been over budget and dripping in iris.