ceremony flowers, reconceived

So, remember when i was all about the baby’s breath? Yeah, those were good times. Innocent times. Beautiful, fluffy, black-and-white times.

But mostly? They were white times. Which, as my mom pointed out, might not go so well with the white stage, the white backdrop, and my white dress. I fought this idea in my head until my darling Joe gave me one of those kicking-the-dirt smiles and told me he thought there might be something to it. So, last weekend, off we went to Glen Echo to check out just how white our ceremony space really was.

As it turns out, it’s really white. (Also as it turns out, the Washington Folk Festival was happening last weekend at Glen Echo, of which we were totally unaware — nothing like 5,000 folks crowding into your wedding venue when you’re trying to take a picture of un-adorned space!)

Ergo, back to the drawing board. I haven’t by any means given up on my baby’s breath dream, but i have done a lot of poking around weird corners of the internets, where i found this lovely:

(Photo by Amy Raab Photography; found at The Knot)

I … have never seen this sort of thing before, and it intrigues me. I mean, those look vaguely like spider mums, right? And they’re all colored and pretty! And they’re hanging on a string! Down from the ceiling! To define the ceremony space! How utterly unexpected and charming! I am kind of in love with this idea. Especially since we could hang similar strings of flowers at the entrance to the Bumper Car Pavilion, maybe as definition for the dance floor, on either side of the stage/DJ booth … oh, the possibilities!

I haven’t given up on my beloved baby’s breath, though. I just don’t know quite what to do with it anymore. Do y’all have any ideas? Have you ever seen dangling strands of bright flowers like this before? What do you think? Tell me!!