Good Morning, Or, Saturday at 9:41am
Good morning, everyone.
It’s a beautiful October here in the Bay Area. Our nights are dipping to the low 50s, days rising to the mid-70s, exquisite. And I am back to Saturday morning blogging.
Today I’ll be brief. When last we spoke, I was diving into two weeks of intense wedding preparation. Well, on Saturday, September 13th, my daughter got married. She has only a few sneak preview images back from the photographer, so I’ll hold off on a full post until I see what Melissa captured. But in sum, my daughter and her now-husband adored the wedding, as did we all. The ceremony was beautiful and heartfelt, the music evocative, the light perfect, the cocktails spectacular, the DJ attuned, the dinner delicious, the wines special, the dance party absolute revelry, the guests happy and festive and warm-hearted.
I do want to share two official photos, because I can’t wait. One before the ceremony at the Seal Cove Cypress Tunnel for a first look,
and one just after, at Mavericks House, Half Moon Bay.
(For those interested in details, my daughter’s dress was Newhite from Unveiled Bridal in San Francisco; her hair and makeup was by Carly at I See Wise; the flowers by Julie Martin at Willi Wildflower).
BTW, that’s me at the back in the green dress, clapping. I had perhaps left my body by then, but my hands still worked. The person holding the microphone? My son, the officiant. He was fully present.
As for snapshots, I love this one taken by a friend during dinner. Such happy smiles.
Even though that Saturday the sun came out just in time for the ceremony, our coastal evenings always get chilly. So right after my daughter chose her dress, I vowed to buy her the perfect topper. If I say so myself, this faux sherpa from H&M I killed it. She looked like a 1940s movie star.
And finally, another snapshot. Because we are friends, I’ll show you unprofessionally what I wore. Note: I did add a gold cuff later, but here I had just grabbed one of my daughter’s sweet friends and asked to take my picture. Sky was still overcast, then.
I found the dress at Kamperett, in San Francisco, and had the shoulder ruffles removed. I am not a prairie gal. Shoes: Malone Souliers.
These details are ephemera, although they appear concrete. The emotion of the day, the expressions on the faces of 150 guests, the feel of my daughter’s hand in mine as we walked up the aisle, those are what endure.
Have a wonderful weekend, everyone. My best to all and sundry.
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