So, there WERE actually some minor details that went wrong on our wedding day, which I alluded to briefly here. While we had a beautiful, wonderful day and I wouldn’t change a thing about the events that transpired, there were two aesthetic issues that left me feeling…not so happy. In the interest of full disclosure, I’m going to talk about them here so I can put them to bed once and for all.
We’ll start with the minor issue: the chargers for our dinner tables. Remember when we had our tasting and decided what our tablescape would look like? We decided to go with gold runners and gold chargers to bring out the gold aspects of our color scheme, as the flowers were going to be red. It was going to look something like this:
Photo by me
When we arrived at the venue, I was pretty much in a whirlwind…so it wasn’t until dinner that I sat down and noticed this:
Um, yeah. There’s no chargers there. No chargers…that we had paid extra money to rent.
I previously mentioned that on the day before our wedding, my sister and I had gone to the venue to do some set-up of our family wedding photo display. When we left, I felt really…harried, because the venue coordinator wasn’t there when we were, the room was a mess, and no one seemed to know what was going on. As it turns out, no one did. My mom spoke to our coordinator after we realized the chargers weren’t there, and she was so apologetic and actually, downright horrified that her staff had forgotten the chargers. She spoke to the head set-up guy right away (who was also there to assist her at our actual reception), and he said that he had seen the chargers on the event order but had forgotten to put them out. Our coordinator had taken a VACATION DAY* the day before our wedding, so the event order had never been double-checked.
Honestly, I wasn’t too upset about it. They gave us our money back for the rented chargers PLUS gave us several gift certificates for their local restaurants to make up for it, and Maria, our coordinator, was so apologetic. While I LOVED the aesthetics of the chargers and was disappointed they weren’t there, no one really noticed so in the end, it wasn’t that big of a deal.
The flowers, however, are a different story.
Let me first preface this by saying that YES, our flowers were beautiful and YES, the room looked great, and NO, no one noticed or knew about any of the problems with them.
You’ll remember that I had previously raved about how much I loved our florist…and that fact remains true. She was a charming woman who I felt got our vision through and through. We reviewed what I wanted several times and she took copious notes, plus copies of the inspiration pictures I had printed out to give to her. I should have listened to those tiny alarm bells going off in my head when she took her notes on scrap paper, though…as later, it was a clear indication that maybe she wasn’t paying as close attention as I thought she was. Hold on to your hats, kids, because I’m not sure you’ll believe the stark differences in what I thought I was getting and what we ended up with.
First up, my bouquet…
…was supposed to be RED.
As in, all of the flowers in my bouquet were supposed to be red. RED. Like my bridesmaids bouquets, just bigger with more roses and the like.
Secondly, the flower girl…
…was supposed to be carrying a pomander. Like this one—only in ivory/gold tones—which is the inspiration picture I gave to my florist. She even confirmed the size with me several times!
You’ll notice she’s carry a mini-bouquet. To which she, as a 6 year old, was like, “What the hell**, Aunt Amy? I thought I was having a ball like my sucker ball I practiced with last night?”
Photo by family friend
Lastly, and the biggest error…the one that made me make a beeline straight for my mom as soon as we arrived at the reception and tell her “I hate the flowers!”
The low ones were beautiful, and EXACTLY what I pictured. So, there’s that, at least.
The tall ones, though? Well, let’s just say there’s a STARK difference between this:
THREE MEASLEY STICKS. I WAS SO PISSED ABOUT THIS.
Hello, fall wedding? HUGE branches? Hello, hello, hello?! What about the first picture evokes ANYTHING in the second picture?
I got over it quickly and went about enjoying the evening. I didn’t want to let this ruin it, and most if not all of our guests never noticed my displeasure. But honestly, for a few weeks afterwards, it was one of the only things about the wedding I could think about. So stupid, right? I mean, we had such a wonderful day, and here I was concentrating on the dumb flowers…something that I, admittedly, had said I didn’t really care about it. But the truth is…
You care. You do. When you’ve put months into planning an event and then expect it to have a certain aesthetic, and that aesthetic falls short, you care.
I’m over it now and I am able to look back at the pictures and think, it doesn’t matter, because our wedding was beautiful and gorgeous regardless and I know how amazing it looked and was. But I wanted to blog about this to let you unmarried gals know—no matter how prepared you are, no matter how well your plans have gone—something will go wrong and it is OK to be upset about it for a hot minute. Try not to let it ruin your night (I was really good about moving right along), but it IS ok to dwell a little bit after the fact.
And since we’re being truthful here: I’ve never had the guts to confront my florist about this. I know I should, because we paid a lot of money, but I don’t know how to tell a woman who I really do LIKE so much that her work was sub-par.***
So, that’s that. It feels good to get it off my chest and be done with it. I love how beautiful our wedding turned out, but I think it’s important to be a realist about what really went down. Now it’s your turn: anything go wrong like this at your nuptials?
*Listen, everyone’s entitled to a vacation now and then. But the day before an event like a wedding? I don’t know…if it was me, I probably wouldn’t plan a day off the day before an event that I’d been working on with the bride and groom for TWO YEARS.
**She didn’t say hell. She’s 6, people. But you catch my drift.
***And we’re not the only ones. Brad’s barber—er, barbette?—actually used the same florist for her wedding and had not so great results, also.
All photos by Sarah Immel Photography unless otherwise noted.
P.S. Did you notice my new button at the top of the page? Now you can click on “Wedding Recaps” to find links to every recap I wrote!