How to Make Beautiful Flower Arrangements

Chapter one: Prologue: There’s always jumping off the balcony.

Gennet rummaged around her enchanting suite, there had to be some things appropriate for a princess on sea voyage. It was more difficult when she was awaiting her execution; she imagined the blade releasing her head from it’s binding with her body. Alas, this was just a pleasant day dream to what really awaited her, marriage. Marriage, the vile and cruel punishment her father was inflicting on her for being born a female. Unlike her eldest brother Nathaniel, who she envied, for he had the right to choose, to wear pants, and loose shirts, what a girl she was. Awaiting the “fairy tale” ending every young woman dreamt of. And she was considering hurling herself of the balcony.
Waiting for Roman, the man who she would soon “share” the rest of her life with, more like be owned by him for all of eternity. With a smug smile, Gennet only packed one gown, the rest were stolen clothing articles from her brothers. She would act against this marriage, and perhaps be left alone in the process. Then, since she was not an appropriate bride she would be left on a dessert island, with only essential tools where she could be alone, with her pride for the rest of her peaceful life, sure. “Princess! Princess! Oh your highness, why the heavens are you still in here? The ship will be leaving in under an hour; you must go eat hurry along” Her trusty lady Quinn, how she was always by her side leading her. Promising companionship even through marriage, she was the woman any man would be grateful for, but she had her. She had her Quinn, forever and always, she’d rather marry her then Roman. “Oh! Yeah, I think I should go.” She replied, noting Quinn’s disapproving eyes on her unclosed suitcase. “Packing – light are we malady?” Quinn said with a sarcastic smile. “Don’t you dare tell on me” her eyes shot at Quinn, and with loyalty in her eyes, Quinn smiled.
The ship was grand and charming fit for a royal family. And then — there was Roman, who was telling the captain how he should navigate the ship. Why did this man think so highly of himself? Yes, he had Jet black hair, dark gray eyes that were cold and beautiful, a very many chest, and figure. The problem was this man had absolutely no qualities. Any qualities would be nice, maybe a hunter, or painter? But he resolved all problems with – servants. He lived to be served, and in all his “glory” assumed the people who served him lived to serve. Most fiancée’s are angry when they hear the help complaining of their Fiancé. Gennet laughed, and then joined in. Such a proper lady, of course, she was always on her very best behavior. Gennet chuckled.
Aware of the night’s events that lay ahead of her she was sprawled out across her cabin bed, the last time she would be alone at night. She shivered and would sleep with peace. Grimacing at the thought of Roman caressing her for his own benefits, why was life punishing her so badly. She hated gowns more than anything, more than – Roman. Although she new better then to show up in anything but tonight, this was an important dinner, and she would be appropriate, for tonight.
As she walked in late, into the beautiful dining room, with a room full of people who were to be the wedding guests, she took her seat next to Roman. It was so weird, she didn’t notice until now; he looked at her with big eyes the way some one that is in love looks, his eyes were widened, and he smiled at her. When she sat next to him he took her into his arms and gave her an embracing kiss. Gennet couldn’t see the rest of her life without him but she also could not spend the rest of her life with him. This was far too painful; she did not want the married life. Why was every one trying to fool her?
After the terrible last supper was over she returned to her room and painfully sat on her bed. The cabin walls seemed to be caving in on her, just one night from now she would be in a beautiful beach palace, surrendering to a man that she never wished to see again. Sadly this man was her Fiancé. Roman, oh god Roman why did he have that hair? That body! No her life was not a romance novel it was a tragedy. Why did she have to keep reminding herself? She would marry him; of course it was her duty. Although who ever proclaimed that a wife must love and fulfill their husbands needs. Gennet was going to dedicate the rest of her life to torturing her loving husband, Roman.
After falling asleep thinking she was so pleased to have awoken in a bed. She assumed that the boat had landed in the night, and some one had carried her in. She smiled. In a few hours she could start her torture on the unsuspecting Roman. Within minutes people were giving her food, and starting to torture her poor body. She wanted nothing more than to throw on her brothers clothing and be the groom instead. How lucky he had it, throw on a tux and his naturally perfect hair would compliment. What a jerk. Twenty more minutes until fun time! She wondered if maybe quite possibly she was one of the most insane people who had ever been a princess. Probably, but who cares. They weren’t the ones who had to be married to a woman who would rather dress like him then spend two seconds in his bed. She wondered how he would take the news that she was going to be sleeping in one of the extra bedrooms in the palace. Tonight she would humor him and return to his bedroom, then she would quietly tuck away on her own side of the honey moon bed.
Honey was supposed to mean sweet. Sweet revenge, no man was going to almost seduce her and get away with it. They simply would have to pay, regardless if they were getting married or not. And then the moment had arrived, she found herself in a white lacey gown, with a veil. Tropical flowers positioned around the beach. She walked down the isle to the man she awaited to torture. Then she saw them, the eyes she thought were to be cold, today they were not so gray, actually they were deep emerald sparkly green. He was watching her with the most beautiful grin. Why! Why was he so terrible? Such a good actor, she half expected him to run away and join a theatre program.
The part where she actually said “I do” made her cringe. She remembered it vaguely. Her father used to say it was best women not think. No wonder, she pretty much passed by the whole wedding, supper and evening without knowledge of what was going on. She was lying on the bed, staring at the eyes who expected her to sleep with them. She also saw the disappointment as she drifted off into the most bliss slumber of her life, probably existence.

Chapter Two: She never broke a promise, not even to herself.

Roman awoke to stare into the eyes of his young bride. Yes, they had been married for two years, and he had not even had the chance to sleep with her. She only recently started sleeping in the same bed as him. She refused to dress in fancy gowns and would only wear small dresses, although he could not complain he didn’t know why she treated him this way. Perhaps she was still hostile over an arranged marriage, but why so much? He loved her more than he could ever imagine, he saw her beautiful eyes ever day of the week and never second guessed himself. He didn’t mind that she wore what she wanted it; it turned him on that she had such an expressive self-opinion. The world could use more women like Gennet, she made him feel like the luckiest man of all time, because he could be himself around her.
Roman loved her to the point in which he could not see what he was doing wrong. Did the love of his life honestly believe he saw her as eye candy? She had tried to make certain that she wasn’t eye candy that was for sure. Roman was in love with the woman that it seemed he could never have, his wife. Perhaps it should hurt his ego that she was doing this to him, but he was so very blinded by love. What did he know about love the first woman that he ever loved was laying in his bed, ring on her finger, and wouldn’t even let him touch her. Gennet was the most beautiful seductive, and evil creature he had ever set his eyes on.
Roman was going to be a king in many years, and was also a business man, although he was a prince he was also in charge of many affairs that his country was to face. He got to spend many hours a day away from his wife. Many men saw this as a challenge. He however was glad to get away, away from the woman that seemed to have made a bet with herself to make his life miserable. Soon he and Gennet would be moving to New York City, in the beautiful Upper East Side. The house was not going to be too big, just one of the most elite in New York. He could afford just that, and maybe he would be able to soften his bride up when he got her out of the country.
Every time Roman had even touched Gennet during their marriage she had threatened on many accounts to hurl herself directly off the balcony into the ocean below. Torment seemed to be her favorite subject, and indeed she loved to torture him. Roman’s eyes were glistening as his thoughts were filled with his beautiful wife. He got out of his bed and started to pack his wives clothing, all old fashioned. Then he decided to throw them out altogether, she would thank him later. Perhaps not when she had nothing to wear but she’d probably steal some of his clothing. Roman called his assistant in New York City, Elisa. “Hello Sir” she responded almost immediately, although it was still very late in the night, with the time difference. “Yes, Elisa, Size zero clothing for my wife, dresses, not grand, but wearable in public, Jeans, Shirts all designer of course. Whatever is in fashion these days in New York of course. Here, the women all wear gowns.” Elisa immediately responded. “Personal credit?” she asked. “Oh, yes of course I would also like if you bought many different types of shoes, and makeup also stalk the house with two of every technology, laptops etcetera. For my wives you may use your own sense of taste.” Roman then hung up knowing that Elisa would get on it as soon as he could.
New York City, Gennet was going to flip out. They were only supposed to leave in a month and he had decided to move the date up to attend a conference. Roman was not a cruel man, and his wife was not exactly ugly. Surely they could adapt to New York culture. Although – the part which confused him was how New York didn’t actually have a culture.

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Roman was one of the most annoying distractions that Gennet had ever experienced. One of the most annoying parts of her life, because she refused to be with him, regardless of marriage. The biggest problem in the matter was she was simply complicatedly in love with him. Gennet knew she never wanted to be a larger part of Roman’s life. The easiest part of loving him was the fact that he loved her also, which made it fun to watch him suffer. Was she such a cruel person? Of course she was. She had made a promise to herself, and she would not break it. Regardless of the two years which had passed and the up coming anniversary, thank god she would be safely out of the country, and placed in a civilized environment. New York City, she had called one of the most feared places by her old fashioned country, civilized. Well, perhaps they used the energy, and had electronics. Perhaps. Of course Gennet had frequently watched television on her laptop she had smuggled in. It was very slow internet, and a crappy model. She couldn’t wait for the escape.

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Hi. I’m trying to get an idea of how much money I saved (if any) by doing my own wedding flowers (middle to high quality silks). Anybody out there (brides, florists, etc) who can make an educated guess of how much the following list of items would have cost me if I had used a traditional wedding florist? All of the flowers used were roses, and some filler flowers and fall leaves were used as accents.

1 very large round bride bouquet with 2-3 dozen large open roses, fall leaves, and filler flowers, with handle fully wrapped in satin ribbon

2 large round maid of honor bouquets with 5 open roses and 10 rose buds, few fall leaves, some filler flowers, handles fully wrapped in satin ribbon.

5 medium sized bridesmaids bouquets containing 4 open roses, and 8 rosebuds, few fall leaves, some filler flower handles fully wrapped in satin ribbon.

3 mother wrist corsages, 2-3 roses each

11 single rose bud boutonnieres

1 groom boutonniere with 2 rosebuds, accent flowers

16 pew markers, containing satin bows and 3 roses each

4 medium sized church arrangements containing about 2 dozen roses each

2 small swags and 2 garlands, 4 additional decoration bouquets
FYI, I already have the flowers. The list above is everything that I have and have already done. The bouquets look real from a few feet away. Actually, a few months ago I bought a bouquet of fresh orange roses from the grocery store and then compared them to my silks and they looked extremely similar…actually the silks looked better because their color was more vibrant. Honestly, flowers weren’t all that important to me…I mean I want them to be nice but I didn’t want the flowers to be one of the biggest expenses of my wedding. There were other places I would rather spend money, on things that mean more to me. So that is why I went with silks. But I’ve just been wondering what I would have paid ballpark for all of those fresh roses if I had gone through a florist.

I worked as a florist of a couple of years. What I know its that good to high quality silk flowers cost about the same as fresh. The advantage is that when you are finished with them they are still around to appreciate, for years to come. Where you have really saved your money, is in the labour of making all the arrangements say around 20.00 per hr. Where you will receive your biggest savings, is if you resell all the florals as done pieces to another bride for their wedding.
Hope this helps.

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Yours truly, the hypocrite

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They’ll make anything for you even include chocolate in your arrangement

I need a change! I have doorway beads up and funky things hanging, dried flower arrangements, but it’s still a dark room, regardless of big picture windows! I need decorative help! Color schemes? Any ideas are more than welcome thanks!

As our tastes change, so do trends in decorating. It may still be best for you, and more practical to go with what YOU enjoy.

Any answers here may be the right answer, but CHOICE is up to you.

Brighter colors, in shades you most enjoy, textures that vary, faux finishes, sheers or verticals on the windows rather than drapes, better, or more adequate lighting.

Pastels work well, and can be mixed in varying shades without being offensive or clash too severely.

The 3 walls one and the 4th wall another color is a good suggestion.

Don’t over-do in anything. Keep the room simple enough to be comfortable. That said,,,certainly you could have a wall of books,,IE: Library style, an aquarium, move or change the furnishings so that at some point you are actually looking out the windows.

If you’re going to spend a majority of your time there, the room should be a calm place, an inviting place, though it need not be old timey cozy.

In the end, sugegsting colors to you:

Go to a home store, paint store, check out decorationg mags,,, even at a grocery market for ideas that are current, or traditional. Your choices will depend on what is already in your frame of referrence as to what you most enjoy.

Rev. Steven