Photos by Jamie Hopper.
So I was going to post all of the wedding photos at one time, but then I realized that there are a lot of them and a lot of things to say about them. So I’ll start small and post these ones that Jamie shot with her film camera. We took these right after the ceremony, which I’ll write all about in another post. Drew and I were still nervous, and even Rufus was nervous (he doesn’t like crowds too much), and we were all glad to get away for a few minutes. We got married at Serenbe, just outside of Atlanta. We’d been there a few times–once for another wedding and more times for blog photos–and fell in love with it a little more each time we visited. It’s really the most peaceful place I can think of in Georgia . . . beautiful old gardens and farm buildings, quiet fields, the random stray goat . . . We lucked out by being able to get married there, and the weather was even more amazing–75 degrees and blue-skied and sunny. Some people thought it was too hot, but I thought it was perfect, especially in the evening when we ate dinner outside on the farmhouse’s open white porch.
It’s hard to write about this stuff without being corny, but it was really the happiest day I’ve ever had. I was a nervous wreck for the whole week beforehand, but I was always just nervous about little things like last minute plans (even though I didn’t have much planning to do in the first place) and the ceremony itself (I’m the most nervous person alive sometimes–I was so scared I’d faint or say the wrong thing, but it all went just fine). I was never nervous about the idea of being married or of marrying Drew. He’s a person I love, look up to, and trust all the way. I still don’t know how I managed to luck out so much. And even if I had a doubt in the world it would have been smashed to bits by all the wonderful things people were saying about him during the reception and afterwards. I think that my parents were counting down the days until he’d officially be a part of the family–they couldn’t think better of him.
Jamie was also pretty amazing throughout the whole process. She was nice enough to take photos for our wedding, and when I was trying to figure out ideas for flowers and realizing that I’m no florist she agreed to take all that on too. I didn’t guess how much work it would be until the day of the wedding, when she was scrambling around, taking a photo here and putting together a corsage there. She made my bouquet (perfect) and then in ten minutes flat put together a wonderful floral wreath for my hair to replace a not-nearly-as-pretty one I’d bought off of Etsy.
She and Drew came up with table decoration ideas that turned out to be simple and perfect. I have no eye for that stuff at all–the only real aesthetic thing I was excited about choosing was what I’d be wearing. I really did want to wear vintage–ever since last December I’d been looking on Ebay and Etsy for dresses from the 1910s through 1970s, but could never find exactly what I wanted. The white Edwardian dresses I loved always had weird fits and way too tiny waists for me, and the ’20s beaded wedding dresses would have been all wrong on me, no matter how much I would have loved to have worn something from the silent film era. Eventually I figured it might be best to just get something new that had a vintage feel about it. It took me forever to find something, but after a while I narrowed down my search to the Australian/New Zealand labels I loved, and then began doing regular searches on Australian Ebay, and that’s how I came across this 6-year-old dress from Lover. It was off-white, lace, and sort of a ’20s-’70s hybrid—I fell in love with it right away. And the shoes are old Rachel Comey. They’re not super wedding-y, but they were kind of weird and I liked them.
So here’s just a little glimpse of the day . . . I’ll post more photos from Jamie and will write more about the day and the amazing people that were there, the food and the place . . . for now here are a few of our favorites . . .