Bridal bouquet

There's a certain terror that comes with handing over a bouquet to a bride. You want it to be perfect and her to love it etc... but she normally just looks a little shell shocked. She's thinking, Oh shit. This is really happening. In like 20 minutes. You're thinking, Oh god. Please say you love the flowers.

It's funny. I've only done it twice now, but it's pretty amazing to witness that moment in a stranger's life.

This week I made my first ever bridal bouquet and I was internally hyperventilating the whole time. But Sarah is an amazing teacher. Seriously, she could teach a rock to arrange flowers beautifully.

Did you know she and Nicolette teach flower arranging classes at the shop? During the class, I man the front while cadres of cool girls line up and drink bubbly and play with flowers in the studio. Then I take photos of their arrangements and secretly develop a complex because they're total novices but their arrangements look better than mine would.

The next open class is about combining flowers and herbs in arrangements. Plus you get to plant a window box of herbs for your kitchen. Guaranteed, the best way you'll ever spend a sunday afternoon. I'm sorry, but did I mention champagne? Right. Champagne.