The Wedding

The bride wore a vibrant green silk halter dress (the color of these letters) with roses in her hair so red that they were velvety black. It was a brilliant hot day at Quail Hollow ranch, the ceremony was under an arbor in the field (horses snorting in the nearby corrall), a slate stone underfoot in the shape of a heart.

Rosey married Tom and Tom married Rosey. My oldest (as in: longest known) friend and her sweetheart of 7 years "got hitched" (as they termed it due to their Old Western/Spanish themed wedding) and it was as lovely as you could have hoped for of a ceremony of two so perfectly and exceptionally matched. I try to explain: Rosey and Tom are the most exquisite and stylish people I know. Rosey is very short with a dancer's build, with latte-colored skin and glossy black ringlets (due to her Spanish/Yugoslavian roots) and Tom is very tall and skinny, with a chiseled face, gentle and humorous brown eyes, and a neat goatee. They plan to have babies in the future and I just don't know if the world is ready for the combination of these two. They collect antique tins and Pin-Ups and vinyl records of every sort and WW2 memorabilia and vintage clothes, which they both wear constantly and look impeccable in.
Their wedding matched this unique stylish vintage spirit they have: the bouquets were of greenish-white roses, eggplant-colored miniture calla lillies, and red roses; Tom wore an amazing vintage cowboy suit in black, with white piping and a black cowboy hat; each guest got to take home a horseshoe to bring luck to their house; the tables that were arranged under the oak trees had flea-market 40's print floral cloth covering them, and each was named for a different ghost town. Needless to say, all of my artistic sensibilities were sated. The whole wedding party square-danced to the amazing all-woman old-timey band The Stairwell Sisters and ate 3 different kinds of meat.

I was a bridesmaid, and having never been in a wedding before, this was a very good one to start with. We (there were 6 of us) got to wear 40's style vintage-looking black n' white Mexican print skirts of a flattering cut. The skirts matched and we had matching black fans (which came in handy because it was so damn hot) and white roses in our hair. We rode into the ceremony in a horse drawn carriage. Aimee, Zina, and I got to walk down the aisle together, in a nod by the bride and groom to our sisterhood, which was very sweet and comforting besides (Zina had stage fright and I must admit I felt some too). Rosey and Tom laughed and fed each other wine and blackberries and fresh-baked bread as part of the ceremony and it was lovely and I almost cried but I was laughing too much.

P.S.
I caught the bouquet, through no want of my own to do so. Mykle was genially pissed and grumbled at me because of the teasing, but I thought he looked so good in his vintage 3-piece wool suit and super-short haircut that I didn't get mad. Haha. My sweetheart also took photos of the ceremony. Soon we will have a gallery I hope so everyone can see.