It is absolutely incredible to look back and see how one thing lead to another, isn't it?
But this story is a good one. A really good one. And I felt like you'd probably get bored if it was stuffed inside the about me section of this website. It's a tad wordy and whole bit lengthy, but it wouldn't be right if I didn't include the details. So here I am, with a story to tell, and it brings truth to the saying…."and the rest was history"
THIS IS HOW IT CAME TO BE
It all started with pink pancakes.
She made me pink pancakes and asked me to join her on her front porch because Fridays were for celebrating and planning her dream wedding. She was just a few months shy of her big day and she was asking me to step out on a limb and help her with her wedding flowers.
So of course, I can't deny pink pancakes or the absolute thrill that went through my heart when we started mapping out the flowers and the people and the details of how Kaley and Cullen would say, "I do".
I think one of the best details about the day was the fact that it was a morning wedding. (You guys – these are getting pretty dang popular). Who wouldn't wake up to see two incredible people get hitched and then join in with your closest friends for the meal that Target t-shirts and Pinterest graphics love; brunch.
It was an all nighter. From the hand placed peonies to the endless yawns that echoed in the hollow walls of that red carpeted Baptist church, that was the night that started it all, kinda.
Backtrack - I tip toed around my mom's florist as a child, studying a picture book of blooms that made me dance, and threw together "bud vases" any chance I got. Yet somehow, I left that all behind and only held memories. Little did I know, God would have new ones for me to make.
I remember bolding my breath every time a member of the wedding party shifted their weight on the stage. An eight foot garland hung by invisible tape and a few straggly wires and I just knew for sure that thing was coming down.
But it didn't (praise hand emojis all day) and the flowers didn't die, the smiles still happened, and my sore feet headed home.
I thought that would be the last time I saw buckets standing in our tiny townhouse kitchen.
Time went by and I decided that the Tuesdays Together meeting started like a pretty good place to start. My handlettering skills from college were a tad rusty, but I was desperate for a community in my new yet old hometown. Ironically enough, this meeting's activity was a 101 in flower arranging. As we stood at a hip-height design table that felt eerily similar to the one I sat on a child, a friendly face leaned over and said, "Hey, you're Cherie right?"
HOLD THE PHONE. Who are you? How do you know my name? Are you about to call me out for wearing this tye-dye tunic to a trendy meeting?
I gave her a grin, you know, the one that is full of nerves and kinda makes your mouth twitch. Headed home with a full heart and a head full of doubt, I thought to myself, “Could I do this? Was this my next step? Could I make this work alongside my long awaited and hard earned 9-5 job”?
On a warm September day, I joined an incredible team of vendors at a golden detailed styled shoot. Three months later, we were jumping up and down as that styled shoot was featured in the PRINTED edition of The Celebration Society.
The rest is history, as they say.
Since then I have had the absolute honor to be featured on an array of wedding blogs, dance the night away with friends at Big Fake Wedding | Charleston, meet the best friendors the industry has to offer and weep as I received the galleries for almost 40 brides.
2019 will look a little different for WoW. There will be more travel, more memories and a little less glue and eucalyptus on my hands. Spots are limited, but I want you to absolutely be apart of this story. Because sweet bride, you are so so so worth celebrating.
| This post is dedicated to the countless people who have been walking alongside me on this journey. |
To Kaley, for inviting me over for pink pancakes and letting me dance around with pink peonies.
To Elegant Bridals for letting me set up show at your in-house bridal shows for free to meet so many sweet brides in Augusta. You guys are the best cheerleaders a gal could ask for.
To Leah for taking my first headshots and making me look like a professional when all I had was a pair of hobby lobby shears.
To Ashton, Hannah, Chelsea, Caroline, Elena, Zach, Becky and so many more friends/coworkers for always encouraging me, helping me, feeding me, and so much more.
To every friendor who has ever sent a beautiful timeline, hugged me tight on a wedding day, listened to me talk about the stresses of being a small business owner, given me a pep talk about quarterly taxes, sent me a gallery, fed me dessert, and reminded me why this world needs flowers.
To every bride and client for saying yes and trusting me to design something that will be rooted in their story for years to come.
To my Pa, Da and other family members for believing in me, letting out the pup when the wedding day has run too long, sharing my work on Facebook, and cheering me on every step of the way.
To my husband, for climbing up ladders even though you hate heights, sacrificing so many Saturdays to make this dream work, and for never complaining for a single second when it seems like too much. And goodness, for so so much more.
To my mom, for so much. For encouraging to play in your shop as a child. For teaching me that being a normal designer is unacceptable and that going outside the box is what this industry is about. For going to Atlanta to tote back flowers when my other passion calls and for processing far too many thorny garden roses to count. For texts and calls and hours of time you’ve dedicated to making sure every detail made it to the venue. For reminding what step is next when I panic and don’t like my design. And maybe sometimes for when you go behind me and move a flower around.
To God for even allowing me to have this gift and for giving me the strength when I had none left. I could not imagine my life without family, friends, fitness and of course, flowers.