A Wedding Story...

Long before the Royal Wedding took over the headlines, there was a quieter, simpler, sweeter ceremony right here in our home. My girls decided to get married...to each other. There was much discussion about who would play the part of the groom. Kate finally gave in and agreed to take that role, because she's taller and the groom is always taller (or so she tells me). But she did insist on selecting all of the outfits for the grand affair.

The bride (who was battling a case of strep throat at the time, hence the less than rosy glow on her face), wore a vintage floral gown. The ensemble was completed with ruby red "farkly" shoes, a veil designed by dress and dazzle, and a bouquet of everlasting red roses.

The groom chose dark denimn pants with subtle gold sparkles in them, a designer Gap shirt, and black, calf-height vintage boots.

The ceremony was lovely, laidback. The couple managed to contain their excitement, looking focused and sincere.

And when all was said and done, they drove off into the sunset walked down the hallway, arm in arm...and lived happily ever after (until the groom wanted to try on the wedding dress and sparkly shoes, but that's another story).

The Royal Wedding had nothing on our splendid affair!