Back in 1990, I had the honor of being a flower girl in my godmother’s wedding. The ladies in the bridal party wore (what else?) hot pink as did I and on my head was a crown of (fake) flowers. I truly wish I had a picture to show you. I remember loving every minute except when they told me I had to dance with the ring bearer. I was 5, he was 7 or so… and I would’ve rather crawled under a table than dance with a boy. Oh Danielle… such a wimp.
So, I think we’ve all seen the floral crowns, but when I was bopping around Etsy this morning, I found these two lovely faces and couldn’t help but fall in love with the idea for a flower girl. Maybe it comes from my love of “Where the Wild Things Are” but how adorable, no?