Most humans say "it's all in the details." It's amusingly strange that humans, in general, would or could have an opinion about a wedding that isn't theirs, but that's just part of life, I suppose.
For a New Year's Eve wedding I wanted a classy, shiny theme sans any prom glitter circa '05. To accomplish this goal, I focused on mercury glass and quirky details.
With clocks counting down until midnight, guests were surrounded with subtle reminders that they were - in fact - at a New Year's Eve party where the hosts just happened to be getting married.
All guests were asked to wear their favorite little black dress (or suit). Why? Why not. It was New Year's Eve.
My dress brought me out of my comfort zone (Maggie Sottero). Sparkles? This girl?
For a day. It was, after all, New Year's Eve.
Frank once said, "orange is the happiest color." He speaks the truth. With guests asked to wear black, my dress and bouquet became the center of attention. Of course, I knew this was part of being the bride, but it didn't keep me from running for a glass of wine, or two.
I will never take for granted is that I had a really great dad to give me chunky cheeks, a big laugh and a great family. He passed the baton to another really great dad, who raised me to be a pretty decent human. (that's what he tells me, anyway.) Thanks to a really sweet gift from my cousin, they were both able to walk me down the aisle.
[Locket: Joyfully Renewed]
Soles Betsey Johnson pumps were blue.
Kate Spade earrings were new.
This fiercely coveted ring served as my something borrowed, while the orange handkerchief was my something old.
The cake was designed to fit our personalities. Interpret as you wish.
Although the details were nice, they're not what I'm going to remember. I'm going to remember swiping Glenn's glass of Woodford during pre-ceremony pictures, not being surprised when Travis opted to turn his vows into an extemporaneous soliloquy, giggling because I worked "outkicked my coverage" into my vows, dancing to Whitney Houston, looking around the room for help because we didn't know how to cut the cake and raising my hands in victory as the Grove Park Inn's lobby cheered for us as we walked to the wedding suite.