Wed

  1. 01. Wed

    These combined posts about my baby brother and his beautiful bride have been hard to ponder, write, & edit. The good stuff takes too many words and they don’t ever convey the heart.

    The heart thumps something like: Brother. Wedding. Best Friend. Sister. Working. Living. Crying. Over. Loving. Over.    Them.

    There was an immense amount of work and love and the good stuff of friends and family coming together to make a beautiful day happen.

    …but I got to be there before all that. I got to watch how they worked towards each other and their day -apart from the tumbling mess and chaotic beauty that surrounds a wedding. Independent and together. Stubborn and tenacious. Sweet and gentle.
    They match each other.

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    marlana

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    fleurgirl

    sapphiresring

    table

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    brenna

     

    prayer

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    hands

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    backs

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    dance

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    together

    May your marriage be blessed and your hearts be bolstered by the loved ones around you for all of your days.

     

     

  2. 02. din’

    And apart from all that there was the trust of my sister-in-law-to-be.
    She turned me loose on a mess of whatever fabric I wanted, fleurs, tweeds, sewing, and arranging. It isn’t often that a designer gets to have their paws up in everything. She had a custom tweed riding jacket, matching her groom’s vest for the chilly west coast air. And she let me be-ribbon erything with featherweight custom dyed silk hand torn ribbons.

    Any designer hand making a custom wedding dress will tell you that the relationship is one of true trust. Which makes the trust Marlana has in me even more incredible, she didn’t see the fabrics until she flew to NC for Christmas and I taped them on the bias across her body and cut away, hand sewing into the night.
    …pretty sure Brother didn’t see his vest either because homeskillet crawled out of bed twice with his eyes closed in the middle of the night for fittings before their 6am flight back to the west coast.
    I could say more but these beautiful photos of their love say it best:

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    Adin2

    rings

    bout

    pie

    bros

    dudes

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    maids

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    ceremony

    embrace

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    babybro

    grins

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    sisters

    dance

     

    light

    Venue: Rogue River Lodge
    Fleurs: Locally grown by lovely Joan at Le Mera Gardens. Arranged by SB
    Photography: The Incomparable Lady Cascades
    Wedding Dress, Bride’s Riding Jacket, Groom’s Vest, and Fleur Bebe Dress:
    Unabashed Apparel

     

     

     

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