The Catch.

I've been to a lot or wedding receptions. I would say that it's a Mormon thing... but...it isn't. Not necessarily.

Anyway, from my experience, I had formulated what I believed to be an entirely accurate hypothesis.

It looks like this.

...and the bouquet never makes it past the little kids.

Anyway. Lots of receptions, lots of data.

Last Saturday was an anomaly. The bouquet soared past the little kids and hit Eliza... so she caught it. I was standing next to her, so I technically could have gone for it... but I was more like
"NO THANKS"

Ya. I've always stood in that line-up... but I've never caught it, and I've never expected to. 

But Melissa did. (Part of the little kid rule)

And Eliza did. (a fluke, but the official story is that she was standing proxy for Aria at the time.)

But I think that catching the bouquet should mean more than an "often-repeated-never-headed" tradition of marital succession. And it seems a shame to have caught these flowers just to watch them sit and die at home.

So I paint them.

This is Melissa's Bouquet

And this is Eliza's.

  My original intention, in my heart of hearts, was to then give these paintings to the couple whose wedding it was. But despite the greatest intentions in this heart of mine... I couldn't stand to part with them. Maybe I'll make them copies... someday. Or not. Whatever.