A genius, life-saving masterstroke by us (Abby). Already the load has been lightened ten-fold. Her role is to put together a design plan for us to execute (hence 'coordinator' rather than 'planner'), and then help us with set-up the day before and the running on the big day.
Abby flew into the country a fortnight ago and we have been in full-blown prep mode ever since. We visited the venue again. We've decided not to use their chairs or tables and hire in our own. It might be the fact that I've just turned 30, but I'm actually really excited about the tables. I've been told that because of the placements, we won't need major floral arrangements on the tables. For the large part, I nod. I look serious. I pretend that I know what's going on. I say, 'Mmm, yes, I concur'.
There are seven separate areas in the venue that will all be decorated with a different style. One of these is a large hallway. Abby wants to bring 'the outside, inside' and line it with trees. Here she is with some trees:
In other news, the ushers and I will be wearing matching white shirts and navy ties, with me wearing a three-piece navy suit, and them wearing these:
We went dress-shopping with all four flower girls yesterday. Warfare. No luck. We've decided on them searching the internet for whatever dress they want and us reimbursing them. Peace time.
The main thing Abby cares about with this wedding is the flowers. Don't question it. Don't even think about it. She's been earnestly searching for her perfect florist for about 5 months, including 4am internet worm-hole searches for the past fortnight. We think we've found it, but that might change. It will change. No, it won't.
It will.
