A Wedding To Remember

Good Evening, Dolls! I am footsore, tired and as Mrs. Darcy would say, incandescently happy. As you know, since I have been  posting about it non-stop, last night was my dear friend’s wedding and it was one of the best evenings of my life. I’m afraid that it might have even changed my views on weddings….it was that beautiful. I never cry at weddings and I may or may not have teared through the whole thing. Any time I get the chance to be around people who edify and encourage me to grow as a human is a real treat, and I was so inspired by my friend’s class and graciousness. She is definitely someone to look up to!

Here are some photos from yesterday's festivities, I’m sorry for the poor quality on some of them, I promise I will be getting a new camera soon!

Enjoy!

Found the time to fit in a short, but intense strength and yoga sesh.

(H&M pants, Foreign Exchange top, BP from Nordstrom ankle boots, Michael Kors bag) 

A little lunch as soon as we arrived at the hotel because I was starving! As usual...

(Tadashi Shoji gown, Michael Kors heels not pictured, JCrew ring, clutch unknown)

My date was gorgeous in his tux, but is a bit camera shy. 

The dance floor was packed all night long, but with such a fantastic band I don't know how you could stay in your seat. Michael Kors heels are the way to go if you're going to be on your feet all night...I danced, walked and stood for hours and not once was uncomfortable. 

xo xo Liz 

A Story That Rings True

Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a girl who had black, black hair, as black as the night and she was a little, tiny thing and only weighed 97 pounds. She looked like the wind could carry her away, but she was as nice and sweet as she was pretty. The boy was from the country and didn’t think that such a dainty, pretty city girl like her would ever go out with a boy like him (not knowing that he was terribly handsome and most importantly that his heart was kind and wise), but she did. She had a condition though; he had to attend church with her on Sundays. He joined the choir because it made her happy, joined the church and then he became a Christian. At the ripe old age of 17 he joined the United States Navy and a year later they were married. The boy grew up into a strapping, handsome man and became a Chaplin and he and the black haired girl had 3 children and lots of grandchildren and great-grandchildren. And one year, many, many years later when her hair was no longer black but she was still as sweet as sweet could be, he bought her a beautiful diamond ring because she had always wanted one and he liked to make her smile. And smile she did and she treasured the ring because it came from him and she wore it until she died.

This is a true story, all though it’s just the bare bones version, not the lovely bread and butter story that it really is, and it’s about my grandpa and grandma who were head over heels in love from the time they were in high school.

Adrian got engaged recently and when she did, grandpa gave her and Boone our grandma’s ring. What a beautiful gift, to be given something from your grandparents who had a long and rich and loving marriage, just as you’re starting out on your own marriage. Adrian feels very blessed to be given something that meant so much to our grandma and Boone’s mother gave her a gold wedding band of hers. So, both sides of the family are blessing Boone and Adrian’s marriage in the form of rings. I’m extremely nostalgic, so this is me swooning over the loveliness of it all.

                                                 The mums and A and their pretty rings 

xo xo Liz