Old barn doors. Cream eyelet and Swiss champagne satin batiste. Mason jars of roses & forget-me-nots. Streamers of bright ribbon clutched by children. Tiny violinists under apple trees. Punched tin can lanterns. Sweet ancient songs sung by schoolchildren. Dancing wildly to a bluegrass band. Sugary white cakes. A tiny wedding night cottage. Tealights floating in the pond where children try to catch frogs. Arbors woven with roses.
Yesterday was my sister-in-law’s sister Myra’s wedding, held at the farm that has been in their family for many generations. As a wedding present, I designed, patterned, and sewed her dress, somehow got wrangled into doing her hair and makeup, put together the bridal bouquet from white roses & bits from her grandmother’s garden, and arranged the flowers for the bridal table. Who knew I had a secret one-stop-wedding-shop inside me just waiting to come out?? (And stood in as amateur backup wedding photographer!)
My mother sewed the bridesmaids dresses, as well as the ties & vests for the boys. A very DIY wedding – flowers from the garden gathered into maple sap buckets by the bridesmaids, a potluck meal, a cake made by an aunt, handwritten vows, handbuilt pews (and outhouses!) & a lot of love.