{Amazing photography by Studio Juno}
(Wedding Recap) Putting on the Dress
We headed downstairs to the lobby of our hotel, with my wedding dress in hand. I previously arranged (and by arranged, I mean double-triple-checked with the hotel manager) for their Escalade to take us the 3 blocks down the street to our venue. My bridesmaids already wore their dresses and heels. Who wants to hoof-it 3 blocks in the mid-summer’s heat, in fancy dresses? Not us. So you can imagine our surprise when the Escalade disappeared to run another errand, leaving me pointing at the scheduling book where it said “Bride plus 4, 2p.” Luckily they called us a cab. Do you know what 4 girls in bridesmaids dresses looks like in the back of a cab?
Now that’s a bridesmaid’s shot if I’ve ever seen one.
At any rate, we made it to the venue & upstairs to the bridal ready room: the Library.
Special thanks to Lila Frances for their lovely gift of my personalized wedding wire hanger! I simply love it & look forward to passing it down to someone else, someday.
But then, right as I stepped over to my dress, almost ready to go, I thought, “Oh my, I should really use the restroom one. last. time…since we all know how complicated that can get…”
I looked down at myself:
veil, button down shirt, special underwear, garter, heels.
I looked like something out of a pin-up catalog. Which elicited these reactions from my mom & sister:
(Wedding Recap) Getting the Guys Ready
While us girls were busy primping over in the honeymoon suite, some of the gentlemen met up in a junior suite to don their tuxedo’s and whatever else it is that men do to get ready. (Really, shower? put on some cologne? they have it so easy.)
Wordless Wednesday: Flower Girl vs. Bride
{pics by Studio Juno photography}
(Wedding Recap) Getting the Girls Ready
My bridesmaids are wonderful women. I promise these words come from an honest place deep down inside me. Mostly they deserve such complements because they put up with me for a year-and-a-half of wedding planning and then my sharp orders on the day-of the event. I tried my utmost best to not turn all bridezilla. But let me tell you, if you’ve never gone through it before, there’s no preparing for the rush of emotions. I swear any woman who gets away without even a hint of bridezilla must be hiding something. or holding it in.
Of track.
My bridesmaids deserve a medal.





























Living in our nation's capital allows me to learn something new every day. So does teaching 2nd graders. My nose piercing and tattoos keep me from normalcy, while my job and religion keep me grounded.


