

And if it would have rained they had certainly provided enough outdoor tenting, and umbrellas to protect us all.


The mother of the bride has been a friend of mine for twenty years. Our sons were in kindergarten together, we met out of need for car pooling...we studied bible together forever.
When her daughter, 'the bride' was in high school, she asked me to be her mentor for her senior independent study. She went on to art school, and is now teaching art.
after 20 years!?
Meg is one of the most beautiful and creative spirits I have ever known. And it showed in all the detail she poured into her wedding. The most unique invitation ever, hand marbled paper for the programs, oragami cranes, paper doves...
She called me several weeks ago asking me to design and do calligraphy for their wedding certificate. I was so honored.
Their vows were exchanged hanged under a 'hopa' made of 'homespun' made by great great grandmothers of generations gone by. (I'm not sure why there was a hopa at a Quaker/Episcopalian ceremony?!?)
But it was quite lovely. 

The bride coming down the aisle

the groom sang, the mother of the bride and father of the groom spoke and brought us to tears


they signed
she smiled
His mother read
they kissed and took their first steps together... her in red shoes


mother of the groom, Priscilla

bright color was everywhere,
hung from the rafters and peeked out from the little pockets that adorned the old door converted into a seating chart



There were handmade quilts made by the mothers running along each table, and draped behind each area of focus

























there was much love



















1 comment:
Those red shoes. My. Oh my.
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