I wrote this as a guest column for DIY Bride. I thought I’d share it here because I know some of you will relate.
I cannot see the laundry room floor. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, given that its godawful linoleum, but it’s after 11 pm and I’m getting married. Tomorrow. That’s right tomorrow – and there’s a one inch layer of stems and leaves on my floor.
It’s the first time in my life I have arranged flowers. Unless you count the wildflowers I routinely jam into mason jars during the summer months. I don’t know a thing about flower arranging – and here I am arranging my bridal bouquet, the maid of honor’s bouquet and the wedding centerpieces?
I am not insane. My mother has taken plenty of courses on flower arranging and she is leading the crew, which consists of my sister-in-law, my maid of honor and me. Still, I begin to feel panic set in. Panic that it will take all night and that I’ll wake up looking like an ogre. Panic that the flowers won’t turn out. I do not let on that I am feeling this way. I focus on the task at hand.
It’s edging towards 12:30 am and finally the last flower has found its rightful home. We all breathe a happy and tired sigh of relief that our night of DIY flower arranging is not only over – it’s a whopping success. The centerpieces are beautiful, the bouquets are lovely – and I saved a bundle.
That was eight years ago. And it’s one of the memories that stands out the most about my wedding.
DIY is not the easy route. In fact, sometimes DIY can be downright painful.
“Am I doing this right?”
“Will I ever get this done?”
“Do these look like crap or am I not seeing straight because it’s so bloody late?”
“These don’t look like they do in the Martha Stewart magazine. Oops, I missed step five.”
DIY can be a struggle – even for uber creative types. Heaps of time and effort go into choosing the right projects, finding tutorials and hunting down supplies (especially if you are pinching pennies). And that’s before you’ve sat down and got down and dirty with your project.
But you know what? The feeling of satisfaction from pulling it off is like no other.
As musician and songwriter Bruce Cockburn writes: “Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight.”
Remember this as you stand on your own laundry room floor, ankle deep in stems and leaves, praying for a miracle.