I unapologetically love weddings.
Other people’s weddings, that is. Although I’m single and marriage is decidedly not my horizon right now, hearing about other people’s (or should I say girls’, it’s only ever girls that are willing to talk about this stuff) weddings makes me extremely happy. First of all, large groups of color-coordinated people caters right to my inner social photographer. And then there’s just so much fun stuff to plan and prepare. I’ll leave the venue-reserving, DJ-choosing, and mother-in-law-wrangling to the professional wedding planners, but if there’s a name for someone who gets all the little decorative touches done, well, I might have found myself a new hobby. So if you find me creeping around on the day of your wedding, arranging flowers and doing the bridesmaids’ makeup…er, sorry, I’ll leave.
Call me industrious, but I can make these all day. Champagne not required.
“But Joceline, making bouquets and folding placecards sounds like drudgery, not fun.” Ah, but you’re forgetting my craft-obsessed, nature-loving, perfectionist tendencies. I’ve only been to one wedding where I was actually involved in the preparations, but it made me realize that being a maid of honor would be a blast. One of my best friends got married last January, and we had spent the summer before baking practice wedding cakes in case she decided to make her own. “Why don’t you come a couple days early so we can make the groom’s cake for the rehearsal dinner,” she told me in one phone call before I flew out for the big day.
I did, and over the course of a couple of days, I helped make the corsages, boutonnieres, bouquets, flower arrangements, placecards, sewed her garter, did her hair and makeup for the rehearsal, and snuck up to the top of the church during the ceremony to play the music for her entry and exit. And it was awesome. But yes, I admit that I might enjoy the minutiae more than the average person might. I really don’t mind picking the thorns off of a tableful of roses at 3 am. Would I do it for a random stranger? Maybe not. But since I was trying to make my dear friend’s big day as beautiful as she ever dreamed it, I wanted to complete every single mindless task, down to the very last sprig of baby’s breath.
Things go wrong. And it’s okay.
So what about that groom’s cake? Well, I got there and we immediately started mixing up a three-tiered, fondant-covered cake decorated with gum-paste tennis balls, fish, and music notes (it’s supposed to pay homage to the groom’s various hobbies at the rehearsal dinner). Eggs were beaten, fondant was rolled, flour dusted every horizontal surface in that kitchen. And when we finished the next day, the cake was adorable.
On the left, one of our practice cakes from the summer, and on the right, our masterpiece.
Well, there we were, after the wedding rehearsal, driving from the chapel to the restaurant for dinner. I was holding the cake on baking sheet, when there we went around a corner…and the cake went flying. Upside down. Onto the floor of the car.
You could have heard my heart shattering. We salvaged it, but you could see the marks where my poor fingers had clutched the cake in desperation. Cole’s hobbies were scattered across the car. I was cringing as we carried it into dinner. But it was fine. We cut our losses and soon forgot about it (although MariAnn still calls that corner “Joceline’s Bend”). The ceremony was lovely (including the Star Wars music that the happy couple exited to). The reception was a ridiculous party. Someone got body-slammed to the floor, someone tripped over the sound system, and one of the groomsmen faceplanted while asking the DJ to play LMFAO’s “Shots”, leaving four of his teeth on the dancefloor in the process. So, I guess if you asked me why I love weddings, it might be a toss-up between the preparation…and the boozy possibilities of the reception.
Flowers are fun, but dancing all night is even more fun. Oh, and helping the bride out with her voluminous skirts is a must.
Oh, also, I’ve lately started wasting a lot of time browsing the wedding eye candy that can be found at The Perfect Palette, dedicated to helping you find your wedding colors. It’s aesthetically addictive, but don’t let your significant other see you perusing if you don’t want to answer any awkward questions.