
We were whisked away from the chapel in my Dad’s most excellent and award winning hot rod (complete with matching purple car magnets that my mom magically found) to the reception which was a short 5-minute drive away.

The bridal party was off to the cocktail reception… the guests had all departed… and now it was just the two of us (and Papa Lemon waiting in the getaway car) and we got enjoy a bit of calm between the storms. This time, we opted to take some photos inside one of the main hacienda’s buildings, which happens to be the Admissions Office of my high school. The room seems to come alive most on perfectly foggy days and our wedding day was no exception!


While I realize how photojournalistic style is in vogue, one of the things that really intrigued us about our photographer was her ability to pose a picture. I’d read enough horror stories about brides who got 997 photos from their photog without one single picture of her and her family together, or with grandma, etc., to know that I wanted some posed shots just for the posterity of it all.

I love flowers, but when it came to the exact flowers I wanted for the wedding, I was clueless. I knew I wanted whites, creams and blues. Oh… and they needed to be naturally arranged as opposed to being symmetric and modern. And pretty…. really really pretty. Thank goodness my florist (Kim England) read through my wants and used her creativity to deliver exactly what I had hoped for!

We kept things pretty simple when it came to our ceremony and the details around it. In fact, we didn’t even decorate the chapel at all! But somehow all the little details still managed to show up in a really beautiful way.

Mr. Lemon didn’t want to have any “getting ready” photos taken, so he asked that the boys meet him in the garden behind the chapel a little after 3 o’clock. Everyone was there on-time and by their own accord, so the guys had a little bit of “pow-wow” time away from the bustle of guests arriving before things got started in the church.

Once the last dabs of lipgloss were applied, we were out the door and headed down the hill from my Aunt’s house to the chapel. While my mom tried desperately to find a way to use a local trolley as a transportation vehicle, the arrangements just never worked out in managing to transport the guys and gals in a fluid manner. Instead, the girls all drove in one car, while my MOH Audrey and I were chaufeerred by my Dad in his ’37 Ford sedan. So… it saved us some money and worked out MUCH better in the end!
After having our makeup done, we headed to my Aunt Kathi’s house to get dressed and ready for the big event. Her beautiful house is just around the corner from the chapel, and she graciously let us use her newly decorated bedroom for all of our staging. While I knew it had just been redone, you must believe that I had no idea how perfectly blue and gorgeous our prepping suite was for our photos!
