I opted for simple decorations: a few vintage elements, cream colored linens, candles and pale flowers for a warm twinkly treehouse feel. The food and drink were warm and luscious. We had the ceremony by the gallery’s fireplace, filled with candles and a few woodsy hints of pinecones & moss. The cocktail hour was in the main gallery space – which had a modern vibrant exhibit – offering a great venue change. Guests took fabulous candid shots at an impromptu “photobooth” with our photographer’s wife and they danced and dinned into the snow-blown evening.
I spent hours at antique stores (and even found my wedding band at one) searching for sweet old linen and cotton tablecloths and napkins. Vintage vases, pony horse-shoes and lavender adorned the tables. Ring pillows were made from a felted gray sweater with velvet ribbon and a small piece of vintage lace from my great-grandmother’s wedding dress. My phenomenal soon-to-be step sons (pictured mustached) were the ring bearers and our wedding party. Hurricane lanterns and vases were trimmed with lace, velvet ribbon and vintage music paper. The cupcakes and cake were made my my friend, Sarah (a former baker). I designed and quilted a wedding chuppah for her summer wedding and she returned the favor with sweets. Wedding barters are the absolute best – infused with love! In the end, it’s exactly what everyone says, time whips by and you try to steal a few moments. And we must have cashed in all of our weather-luck because as guests arrived – many for for New Years Eve – so did a constant snow that was light enough to be walkable but coated our weekend wedding with a hint of magic.