Sapiua was in Virginia last weekend. Sarah and company throw quite the flower-making party. I got to go. It was awesome.
I touched a million roses and have a scratch on every finger to prove it. I learned "closed toe" means wear a steel-toed boot so when your clippers drop you don't take a toe or tendon off. I watched the super-talented Nicolette style a bouquet. Then I did it. And did it again and again. I realized I should add a ladder, a mop, a broom, trash-bags, paper-towels and red lipstick to my tool-kit. I helped make a massive archway covered in olive branches and flowers (which I failed to photograph, so I keep checking Jose's blog for footage). I bore witness to the construction of the most gentle, yet commanding works of art — ever. There aren't words to describe it. So again, I check Jose's blog for footage. I ate peanut butter and jelly and a lot of chocolate-covered almonds. There were walkie-talkies and velvet and silk everywhere.
I loved it.
Sarah & Nicolette are the girls who made me fall in love with flowers, so working along-side them was really special.
A day or so after the wedding, I cleaned out a box of magazine clippings in an effort to go paperless, and I found a Martha Stewart article on bouquets I saved a few years ago. I've always loved it, and as I was re-reading it, I realized it was Sarah's work. I'm not surprised, and gosh, who knew I'd make bouquets with her on October 6?! The Lord did.
"You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. How precious are your thoughts about me, Oh God. They are innumerable! I can't even count them. They outnumber the grains of sand. And when I wake up in the morning you are still with me." (Psalm 139:16-18)