Yesterday was the only day I had off work last week, and mom and I took full advantage. First we called the Polo Club and made our appointment to discuss the menu. (Only a month or so later than we should have. So much for thinking they would call us.)
Then we drove down to Buckhead and went to a wholesale flower warehouse. I’m trying to make flower decisions without a florist, and I wanted to see some flowers in person before ordering a mass order. (We all remember what happened with the Lily of Valley fiasco.) But we weren’t totally sure they were going to let us in, since we don’t have a business license….or any intent to purchase.
Not surprisingingly, we’ve never been to a wholesale flower warehouse. We walked in and just stood in the first room wondering where the receptionist was. I kept trying to make eye contact with one of the workers there, only to figure out later that some people were actually florists making their purchases. I must have looked like the friendliest little weirdo, smiling and staring at everyone.
Finally, a guy came to our assistance and we were escorted to the large storage room. A walk-in freezer, if you will. Mom and I turned into shivering, curious two year olds. “What’s that? What’s this called? What’s this one?” We ran into the cutest, NICEST florist. She works out of her home, and she was kind enough to answer any flower question we asked her. Not really thinking, but wanting to show my appreciation, I asked for her card. Even though I pleaded a strong case, Mom is of the opinion that we use a local florist whom we can actually get in touch with. So we can’t use her, but I would love it if someone else could. Here’s her information:

Katie Wickstrum
katietraynor@hotmail.com
(404) 229- 3268

Someone please call her. Please. She was so nice.

After leaving the warehouse, we were so cold we just sat in the sun heated car without any air on.
Our next trek was up to Cumming and to where I honestly thought a Publix was located. (ie wedding cake time!) We had to fight Memorial Day weekend’s rush hour traffic for about an hour. We eventually made it to highway 141. And we kept driving. As it turns out, the Publix is off highway 9, not 141. Numbers. We only drove a half hour or so out of the way. The only thing that kept us going was that I had heard this Publix gives free samples of their wedding cakes to help you decide what you want. Well, we went through the whole cake choosing process and we walked out without ANY free samples. By this point, I’d worked myself into such a sugar craving, we had to stop for an ice cream. Good way to end the day, eh?