If only...

...I could have access to all the things you can find in Manhattan's Flower District (28th St., mostly between 7th and 8th) to do my wedding flowers....

Seriously there would be no limit to what I could do. New Yorkers have no idea how lucky they are to just walk inside a shop and get this A-MAYYYY-ZING selection you can just grab and bring home. What we have is probably 5% of what can be found there, at best. Every time, it blows me away.

Truly, these pictures do not do justice to the experience at all. Imagine such displays as you can see here, but times 100 shop after shop -I'm not exaggerating. There's the smell, the dizzying array of colors, the sheer variety, the textures, the wonderful job nature does solely to please us (nothing seems to clash), the supreme beauty and fragility...

As you know, there's something about being surrounded by so many flowers that makes me totally weak in the knees. Since we were meeting for lunch, I stopped by a wholesaler and got Dawn these, picking exactly what I would have wanted to receive.  They're variegated anemones I could not even dream of getting my hands on here, except *maybe* at a very upscale florist that would sell them to me for so much money it would be impossible for me to make any kind of margin on them, not to mention it would certainly blow my brides' budgets. She told me she loved them! Yet another reason that makes me want to be a New Yorker. Sigh.