I forgot the corsages. That was the fatal mistake this past weekend. And of course this was one of my favorite couples, they were so great, and I felt so bad. The jam went down like this:

Everything went so smoothly - Joelle and I were done ahead of time. We had lunch. We delivered the flowers, I was home at 5pm. Eating Sharon's coconut sorbet out of the container at the kitchen table when I hear my phone buzz with a voicemail. I wait 20 minutes to check it.

I usually print out the wedding details, forming a checklist but our printer isn't set up at the new space yet. So the corsages were at the shop - not at the wedding in Queens. The voicemail was the bride.

Driving to Astoria in a panic, 15min before the wedding was to start, I envisioned flowerless mothers and grandmothers, disappointed and confused. We pulled up to the church, I ran up the steps of the church, corsage box in hand...to see 200 guests standing up looking back at me - the bride was right behind me, about to walk down the aisle.

So here's to always checking the list twice. Live and learn.