Long ago, we decided that my sister and I would make our own bouquets. Going through a florist is hella expensive, and with just two* of us, I figured we could handle it. I didn’t really care about flowers as long as they were white and pretty.

The final product of my long-suffering sister’s labor | Photo by RRG Wedding
Backtracking a little to Thursday, the morning of my bachelorette: my sister and I went out to get white flowers and greenery. (Side note: This is super cheap. We spent less than $50 for a ton of flowers.) We brought them home and arranged them into bouquets, taped them up, and put them (in water) in my bedroom, which always stays cooler than the rest of the apartment.
You must have had the experience of bouquets lasting WEEKS in your home, right" Of course these will be okay for 48 hours, RIGHT"
No. | GIF via GIPHY
We came home from the bachelorette on Friday around noon, and they were DEAD. Not a little brown or pull-off-a-petal-whatever—completely dead. There were a few pieces that were okay (and the greenery was fine of course), but the hydrangeas and roses were done.
WTF" Heaven knows why that happened, but we couldn’t dwell on it. We stuck them in the car anyway and brought them to the Drake…and after our welcome party, we drove to a downtown grocery store to get more flowers and do a late-night floral remix.

Bouquets III and IV | Photo by RRG Wedding
File this under “something that went wrong...