door in the front. House & Garden magazines from the 1970s are stacked in the
bathroom, and a spool of hand-dyed
silk ribbon hangs near a wood-burning
stove. Twenty clipboards adorn the wall,
perfectly aligned, each with an upcoming wedding date and a collage of flower
photos.
Felts, her hair in a messy bun, walks
out of the refrigerator. “Oh good, there’s
more white in the cooler,” she says, also
remembering the delivery of white cosmos scheduled for that afternoon.
At the moment, Felts, the founder of
Blossom + Vine, is preparing for a three-
third in St. Michaels at the Inn at Perry
Cabin, where Wedding Crashers was
filmed. Gone are the days when she ran
the business on her own and often found
herself crying at 2 a.m. over the amount
of work she had to do. Still, the weight of
making a bride’s dream day come true, at
least in the floral department, rests on
her shoulders.
“It always hits me when all the flow-
ers are here,” she says. “A panic about not
being able to do it.”
Felts, who has four young children, has
to leave home before 5 a.m. tomorrow
to deliver one couple’s flowers to a wed-
ON A THURSDAY AFTERNOON in September, wedding florist Sophie Felts is earching for something. Standing in the
middle of her floral studio in an old converted barn, she scans dozens of tall plastic pails on the floor that are filled with
branches and sherbet-colored flowers.
“We need whites,” she says to no one
in particular. “Where are the whites?”
She stares at the dahlias. “Are these
too orangey?” she mutters before mov-