A florist by any other name would not be my mother.
I’ve spent the entire holiday sick as a dog, and being at home and with my mum has encouraged some serious wedding prep work. One of the things we started working on are the floral details.
My mother was a florist once upon a time, and I remember being about 10 or 11 years old and accompanying her to 6 a.m. flower auctions and visits to the wholesalers out in Mississauga. She’s long since abandoned that line of work, but has become our family’s go-to wedding florist. Even though it’s not exactly her choice role.
In 2008, she did the flowers for my brother’s wedding (see my SIL’s bouquet below), and a few years before that she arranged the flowers for my cousin’s wedding.
I was torn at first – because who actually makes their mother arrange flowers the night before their kid walks down the aisle (besides my brother)? It took a bit of guilt-fighting, but after my mum “convinced” me by helping us save money, we’ve gave her the fun job of official florist. Ahem, in addition to couturier and mother of the bride.
Anyway, J recently got me the current issue of Wedluxe, and I finally found a bouquet that was fit for me.
I don’t like to give away too many details of the wedding before people have seen it, but this bouquet is too gorgeous to ignore. Seriously, it’s to die for and it has my name written all over it. No joke – my mum and I are gonna pluck branches off my neighbor’s insanely huge and usually annoying tree for it! I knew that tree was there for a reason.
Yesterday we stopped by the awesome Kay & Young’s on Avenue Road, and I think I’m well on my way to getting all the flowers of my wedding dreams. Thanks mum!!



