Wedding Blog

Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfillment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meaning can only be articulated by the inaudible language of the heart.

- Martin Luther King, Jr.

This was the beautiful quotation that my friends Lauren and Michael used on their wedding invitations, and I pretty much knew from the moment I saw this quotation that theirs was going to be an event that reflected their values, commitments, and personalities. Let’s just say that I was not disappointed.

I blogged about their extraordinary wedding vows the other day. And if you liked those vows, you’ll love the other creative, personal touches they had throughout their wedding!

First of all, isn’t Piedmont Park so pretty? The view from the dock (their ceremony site) was so beautiful that L & M needed to do very little—just two elegant arrangements on simple white columns—to decorate the “altar” space.

Here are the programs, which L put together herself. She used a rubber stamp to put the chic leaf design on ivory cardstock. She then used adhesive and ribbon to “bind” the cardstock to a vellum overlay on which she had printed all of the relevant ceremony information. How she has the energy to defend the indigent by day and craft by night is mystifying and humbling. I barely managed to do my laundry this week.

L also painted this fun “Just Married” banner, which was carried by friends in their marching-band-led parade from the ceremony to the reception site. This was the first time I’ve ever seen a wedding parade, which I understand is a southern tradition? Heck, I’m totally moving to the South. Pageantry rocks.

L also put together this fab guest book and escort card display. The guest book sat on a table with a manzanita tree that was decorated with family wedding pictures. The escort card display is a simple but snazzy ribbon board — genius!

Hope you enjoyed looking at the details of L & M’s wedding! I’ll be back to blogging about my own nuptials after some sweeeeet (and probably pornographic) dreams involving this luscious steak and egg breakfast I had at the Flying Biscuit in Atlanta:

For you Southern grooms and brides, how do you manage to keep svelte when you have ready access to all this deliciousness? Sigh.