Here are some snaps from our wedding last month! It was truly the best, most special day of our lives. There was so much love + happiness in the air, I wish I could’ve bottled it up and saved it forever and ever. My dad, who (sometimes) has a knack for putting things perfectly described it as an epic lovefest. A million thank yous to our family and friends who helped pull this off. It was the best day of our lives. xx
The days are just creepin’ on by and the wedding is now less than two months away!
Last weekend my 14 closest friends and I escaped to Palm Springs for a weekend at The Ace Hotel. I had given strict orders during the planning phase: no tiaras, veils, sashes or straws shaped like body parts and thankfully they did not disappoint. Instead there were incredibly thoughtful welcome notes for each room, custom Turkish towels, a little kit of sunblock, Advil, candy, vodka + cranberry juice and champagne, and best of all, cutouts of all my favorite men (ahem: John Hamm, Pharrel, Angel Pagan, and, of course, Kyle) each with a personal message for me. We had a wonderful, fairly low-key weekend lounging poolside in the dry desert heat with delicious cocktails, massages, boozy snow cones, and a dinner where I was serenaded by an elderly woman named Linda.
A sign I know I am getting older: I came home feeling relaxed, rejuvenated and so thankful for my sister + maid of honor and other bridesmaids who worked so hard to make it a wonderful weekend.
Custom turkish towels via Brandsmith, photo via Kate Franco.
So, in my wee small town there’s an annual Christmas on First Street. It’s possible I’ve mentioned it here before. All the storefronts and vendors open their doors, carolers occupy every corner, people sip hot cider, kids run wild, and usually my dad can be found spinning cotton candy for a very long line of people. Oh, and another thing that happens is that my mega-tall boyfriend dresses up as an elf [in a custom made elf costume you see] and poses for photos with Santa and children of all ages. [It should be noted that he does this as a favor to a friend’s mother, not on his own accord — though I wouldn’t put that past him either].