Being a girl today, you grow up dreaming of the corner office and buying your first home. Of being your own person, and that often means making your own money. But there’s still something about weddings that draws you in.. I started watching “Whose Wedding Is It Anyway?” over ten years ago, and during the time of my deepest obsession with old Southern luxury, I envisioned my future wedding.
Of course, I’d been picturing myself in a wedding dress with a Prince Eric-lookalike waiting at the altar for, well, ever, but this was the first time I felt like, “This is the wedding I’ll actually have.” I was, what, 18?
Luckily, I blogged it with a few photos in my cool-ass Livejournal, but I didn’t really need to. I never forgot it. The moment I saw in my head has stayed with me to this very day.
Nearly a hundred years ago, evening in the backyard of a large plantation-type home. Dozens of guests pull wooden folding seats up to long banquet tables with white tablecloths. Shrimp cocktail over ice in antique silver serving dishes – the epitome of luxury in the 1920s! My dress fits my natural form in a sleeveless sheath silhouette, deep V-neck and crystal brooch at the breastbone. Natural white – not too shockingly bright. My hair is soft, almost natural curls that appear relaxed and not uptight. Consommé for all and the band plays standards inspired by Billie Holiday’s greatest tunes. Fireflies twinkle against the hanging strands of small, clear, round lights.
I’ve begged every venue to let me have a seated dinner outside, but it’s simply not feasible. Instead, I’m working with the classic, vintage look – carefully choosing a venue inspired by that plantation home. The dress might be a fit-and-flare silhouette, but it certainly won’t be a ballroom or A-line cut. We’re likely swapping more budget-friendly carving stations for a sit-down dinner.
I’m keeping the colors romantic and vintage, shying away from any sharp contrasts. I’m opting for blush pinks and peaches with a complementary deep merlot for here-and-there accents.
We’re keeping the event small, just family and a few friends, so I doubt there will be many business partners from the cotton industry like I’d always envisioned in my head, but O will be there. And isn’t that all that matters?1