Last night the three of us went to a friend's wedding! I LOVE weddings. I always tear up during the ceremony, and I love champagne and wedding cake and dancing the night away. If I am being honest though, my favorite part of a wedding is probably dissecting all the different parts of it and thinking: "I would have done that differently" or "oh my gosh I am soo having cotton candy at my wedding."
The ceremony was around 3 in the afternoon and then there was a couple hour gap before the reception since it was a little bit further away. This meant I got to do a wardrobe change! For the ceremony I wore this: (doesn't my daddy look handsome!?)
Um... can someone tell me when it is ever appropriate to wear shorts and a tank top to a wedding. Or when an un-tucked golf shirt became an adequate substitute for a coat and tie- because I never got the memo! (Granted there were only two offending couples rudely dressed and they did change for the reception, but I am sure my family was not the only one SHOCKED).
I would have just stayed in my cute ruffly BCBG dress but then I wouldn't have gotten to wear my hot pink heels that make me tall and that I love so much: (doesn't my mom look pretty!?)
Weddings are also prime people watching places- and this wedding just so happened to have plenty of fist pumping!
I am not judging though. It was so much fun! There was amazing food, the location was spectacular (the bride's parents were also married there, which I think is so sweet), and most importantly the bride and groom were totally, completely, happily in love.