Here as in where I live.
Here as in where my five children live.
Here as in the place where we live, breathe, school, eat multiple times a day, sleep, use the potty and mess everything up in record amounts of time.
And yet when she asked me all those months ago if the reception could be here, of course, I said, "YES!"
My husband then hunkered down in hole and vowed not to come out until the day after the wedding.
In the months since, we have lived and breathed and slept wedding reception plans.
Then suddenly, it was here!
(my dad pretending like
he knows what is going on.)
Everything was ready.
My two antique doors hauled all the way from South Dakota this past summer made their appearance in our back yard.
Unbelievably, it actually sprinkled here that morning. Seriously. Rain in Arizona? It's like the one thing you can depend on NOT happening. Everything was scooped off the tables as we made a mad dash inside the house.
Even the posts were dressed up for the occasion. Burlap and my still-green lemons made for a lovely (and cheap. ahem) rustic-y decor.
I painted these old mason jars with chalkboard paint and then painted a layer of craft paint over them and sanded so the words popped out. I found this idea on Pinterest and it actually worked! They had a nice matte finish and looked so fall-like with these bouquets.
I loved throwing the guests for a loop by having vintage wedding pictures on each of the tables. Everyone was trying to figure out who they were. My answer? No idea. I had bought them off of eBay.
My brother-in-law is a baseball fanatic. Like, seriously. A fanatic. When he was first asked what he wanted at their reception, he replied, "Nachos." My sister and I died at the thought of serving nachos at a reception. But then we actually did it. He was so excited. (Note: this is how you get on the good side of your brand-new brother-in-law.)
We bought all of these pint sized mason jars and put chalkboard labels on them to use as personalized drinking glasses. I loved this little touch of rusticity.
With the fruits of fall available, we used some of them in a display on the gift table. Again, simple...elegant...cheap.
I love this cake my sister picked out! It's bridal without being overly wedding-ish. And the chandelier and suitcase? Swoon. This might have been my favorite vignette of the evening.
(a birds-eye view before
the morning rain taken
my budding photographer
The bubbly was chilling in my great-grandparents antique ice-chest (I guess it wasn't an antique when they bought it.) and it was time to get this show on the road.
My sister looked absolutely stunning. Never have I seen her looking lovelier or happier. It was a moment to just breathe in.
My nephew was just as excited as she was! He thought this whole thing was for him.
The show was on the road. My brother walked the two mothers down the aisle.
The happiest couple ever.
Okay, maybe the second happiest couple ever. (We're the first.)
After the whirlwind of planning, the indigestion, the budget meetings, the one million runs to Hobby Lobby, like that! it was over.
And we breathed again. And took a nap. A long nap.
And I got to blog again.
And we all lived happily ever after.