A Saturday before the golden age of digital photography
This past Saturday was our 6th wedding anniversary. We were married in the afternoon of July 21, 2001 in front of 100 of our closest friends and family in the middle of the grounds of the Indianapolis Museum of Art, a place Mike and I enjoyed visiting together when we were a-courtin'. It was easily the most fantastic wedding I have ever been to, largely because the whole affair was over in under 15 minutes. It was also fantastic because we got to visit with everyone who came, so much so that I ate exactly one strawberry for lunch in my feverish attempts to catch up with everyone and their literal moms.
i loved our wedding because it was so us, lacking in frill and intimately involving our closest friends and family. My dress, which was ungodly fabulous, cost $450. My Grandma Ross and Mom did nearly all of the alterations by hand, and I am surprised both of them did not go blind from all the intricate beadwork they had to replace when they took it in at the sides. The "professional" seamstress at the shop refused to do it for that reason. I wanted to go barefoot, but my mom insisted I wear slippers. Mike, ever the fashionable, bought his own black wool tux and accessories and was the picture of dashing. We each had one attendant -- him, his best friend from college; me, my best friend since middle school (and I let her pick her own dress). My mom and dad's ex-neighbor did the hair of my mom, my maid of honor, and myself.
We were married by Mike's godfather, handily a preacher and longstanding friend of his family. We had no "colors". We had no favors. We wouldn't have even had centerpieces (it was a garden!) except that my mom couldn't stand it and insisted we have at least a single rose at each table. We didn't hire a chauffeur, but instead had my dad drive us to our next destination, the second reception, in his new car.
We hosted about half the wedding attendance at the second reception, which we held at my parents' neighborhood clubhouse. It was catered with delicious Italian food and a keg of a beer we had consumed many many pints of during our time together in at Indiana University. My dad relished his role as barman. Mike's other best friend, who works in the Nashville music scene, DJ-ed our event for free. All our friends stayed until 1 in the morning dancing, drinking, eating, and playing games, including some excellent elementary school playground games directed by my excellent friend Matt, who is a 4th-grade teacher.
We stuck around Indianapolis for a few days before we left for a week-long honeymoon cavorting around the British Isles. Maybe one day I'll scan the pictures from our wedding, but at least now, 6 years later, I can share in this slideshow the photos we took on our honeymoon with our then-revolutionary 1.3 mega-pixel digital camera. Enjoy!
i loved our wedding because it was so us, lacking in frill and intimately involving our closest friends and family. My dress, which was ungodly fabulous, cost $450. My Grandma Ross and Mom did nearly all of the alterations by hand, and I am surprised both of them did not go blind from all the intricate beadwork they had to replace when they took it in at the sides. The "professional" seamstress at the shop refused to do it for that reason. I wanted to go barefoot, but my mom insisted I wear slippers. Mike, ever the fashionable, bought his own black wool tux and accessories and was the picture of dashing. We each had one attendant -- him, his best friend from college; me, my best friend since middle school (and I let her pick her own dress). My mom and dad's ex-neighbor did the hair of my mom, my maid of honor, and myself.
We were married by Mike's godfather, handily a preacher and longstanding friend of his family. We had no "colors". We had no favors. We wouldn't have even had centerpieces (it was a garden!) except that my mom couldn't stand it and insisted we have at least a single rose at each table. We didn't hire a chauffeur, but instead had my dad drive us to our next destination, the second reception, in his new car.
We hosted about half the wedding attendance at the second reception, which we held at my parents' neighborhood clubhouse. It was catered with delicious Italian food and a keg of a beer we had consumed many many pints of during our time together in at Indiana University. My dad relished his role as barman. Mike's other best friend, who works in the Nashville music scene, DJ-ed our event for free. All our friends stayed until 1 in the morning dancing, drinking, eating, and playing games, including some excellent elementary school playground games directed by my excellent friend Matt, who is a 4th-grade teacher.
We stuck around Indianapolis for a few days before we left for a week-long honeymoon cavorting around the British Isles. Maybe one day I'll scan the pictures from our wedding, but at least now, 6 years later, I can share in this slideshow the photos we took on our honeymoon with our then-revolutionary 1.3 mega-pixel digital camera. Enjoy!
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