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This is the story of a wedding gift (my contribution to it, anyway) for a dear friend. I thought you might like to see the process. The picture is of my friend Jamie and her husband, who got married last June. As a surprise to the couple, her mother asked friends and family each to complete a design on a muslin square. She collected the squares and then had them made into a patchwork quilt as a gift to Jamie and her husband.
Jamie and I go way back, and a big part of our friendship has been about shared words. Books, movies, music, poetry, television. We have a lot of inside jokes about obscure quotes. So I sifted through our collective “library” of shared references, looking for the perfect quote to decorate the wedding square. Nothing seemed quite right.
When I saw the bride and groom, though, I knew nothing could be more Jamie and Jon than their fabulous wedding outfits.
I decided to make an embroidered picture and started with the best photo I had of the event. It’s blurry but gave me a good pose to work with. I used Picasa to play with the colors and then used the “posterize” effect to get the lines of the image to show up more clearly.
I printed the picture, traced over the lines with a Sharpie, and then transferred these to the fabric with a temporary fabric marking pen.
I like the back almost as well as the front:
Here’s the final:
If you’re interested in seeing more of Jamie and Jon’s wedding, click here.
Meanwhile, I’m hard at work on my nonfiction project and just got some excellent notes on my novel from an old friend. A little sewing going on, which hopefully I can show you soon. Back to writing now!
I haven’t seen my husband in eleven days. I haven’t been warm in eleven days, because for the past eleven days, I’ve been in my hometown, Perrysburg, Ohio, and the trip was a mixed bag.
Papa and Grandma Schwind.
Two weekends ago was funeral weekend. We celebrated the life of my Papa Schwind. My brother and I commemorated the occasion with a giddy rendition of Brandi Carlile’s “Keep Your Heart Young
.” As a family, we spent the evening by a bonfire, drinking beer, playing more music, and reminiscing. We “bonded,” maybe as we never have before, because Papa always did have a way of bringing people together.
The rest of my trip was wedding madness. I have never been a bridesmaid, so this was a first for me. Monday, I assisted dear Vicki (the bride) with program folding. Wednesday, we hit Toledo in a fancy limo for Vicki’s bachelorette party. Thursday, Vicki fought through a hang-over to tie up final loose ends. Then, Friday: the salon visit, the rehearsal at the church, and the rehearsal dinner. By the time the wedding day actually arrived, I felt as though weeks had passed.
Saturday, we got dolled up. We put on our beautiful bridesmaid gowns. We pretended it wasn’t overcast and freezing outside and started the day with mimosas. Then, we all got stage fright and had to do some group deep breathing and prayer before walking down the aisle.
Vicki and Del!
And of course everything was perfect. The ceremony was a dream. Vicki looked like a rich, 1920s bootlegger’s wife—classy and covered in glitz. Her new husband, Del, looked like he wanted to kiss her long before the pastor said, “You may kiss the bride.” And we cheered, cheered, cheered, because Vicki and Del took the first step toward a life together.
There was much rejoicing at the super-fancy reception at Carranor Polo Club in Perrysburg. The band kept us moving all night long. I sang a Norah Jones tune for the bride and groom. I danced with old friends. I was Vicki and Del’s chauffeur at the end of the night, and I got to watch him carry her over the threshold of their shared home. I then fell into my childhood bed without removing my makeup or brushing my teeth; I haven’t done that in years.
I’ve found that I get somewhat selfish at other people’s weddings. Other people’s weddings make me think of my wedding and the wonder it was. My wedding to my Jake was a miracle—could not have been more “us.” I get cheerful thinking about our big day; I get melancholy, too, because I wish we could do it again!
Maybe that’s what this lengthy Ohio trip was about: sadness and cheer.
Sad to have lost Papa; happy that he’s in peace.
Sad to have a funeral; happy to have a wedding.
Happy to have a friend like Vicki; happy that she has Del.
I am also happy to be heading home—very happy. I miss my Jake, and Vicki’s wedding made his absence more apparent. Yes, I slow-danced with friends’ parents at the wedding (ha), but this trip to Ohio was hard without my hubbie. Now, I’m on a plane. I’ll be home soon, in the arms of the man I love.
To my Grandma Schwind: Papa is gone for now, but he’s waiting for you in Heaven, where he’ll give you a huge hug and sloppy kiss when you arrive.
To Vicki and Del: Many, many congratulations on your fabulous wedding and many blessings on your marriage. You’ll always be in my prayers.
To Jake: Baby, I’m comin’ home, and I can’t wait to hold you forever.
Jake and me.
Getting married is what I've been up to! This is the illustration I created for our "Save the date", using washes and drop shadows for a collage effect.
The scene reflects the moment of my proposal on the same Mozambican beach on which we had our ceremony.
20 points to the first person to say which species our dogs are :)
DreamWorks cosplay is hardly as widespread as Pixar cosplay, but when people dress up as DreamWorks characters, it’s a thing of beauty. This Shrek-themed wedding happened on the British island of Jersey. There’s an article and video about it on the BBC website and more photos on Yahoo’s Shine.
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After looking through my portfolio of fairies, I realized there were no fairy brides, time for a change!
It's refreshing to get back onto hot pressed paper after a some time on cold pressed.
Every girl deserves this...
We just got back from whirlwind tour of the Northeast including Upstate New York, Vermont, and Massachusetts.
I have been attempting to keep up my sketchbook.
Here are some of the images:
|My Aunt Joan and Uncle Dick's Victorian mansion in Stamford, NY.|
The trip up was a little grey and got rainy. It was storming when we arrived in Stamford. We visited too briefly and headed up to Vermont.
|Welcome to Vermont...|
The main reason to go to Vermont was for my Godmother's daughter Nora's wedding in Woodstock, VT. The bride and groom went by "Team Floogen". It was a lovely ceremony and included a happy hour the night before at a place called Bentley's and Brunch the day after.
The day of the ceremony, there was a really cool food and art festival in downtown Woodstock.
|Looked good but we stuck with a lobster roll.|
|The first bite is taken with the eye...|
That afternoon I got a bit of sketching in even though rain was a worry. They had some gorgeous buildings in that town, especially the public library...
I also sketched the building adjacent to the library.
|Cool building in the library quad...|
Here are some wedding sketches:
The bride got a wonderful dress at Kleinfeld, lost of detailing. I never got the name of the designer. Sadly, she did not get on the show, but discussing the name "Kleinfeld" gave me an idea of a Seinfeld/Kleinfeld mashup comic for Pop Smoothie
... I will post it this weekend.
The bride and groom left the ceremony on a motorcycle and their cake topper feature and bride and groom motorcycle theme as well.
The next day was a farewell brunch.
|Pano of Quechee Gorge outside of Woodstock|
Next, we headed up to Danby, VT to visit our friends Andrea, Ed and their daughter Olivia.
I will post the sketches from that the next post, but first, the view from their backyard:
|Bernie Sanders and this view! (This photo is in evening light...) What more could you ask for? Stay tuned!|
They love ice cream & each other.
Custom illustration for their save the dates. Congrats to them!
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Title: Tempting the Best Man
Author: J Lynn
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Madison Daniels has worshipped her brother’s best friend since they were kids. Everyone thinks she and Chase Gamble would make the perfect couple, but there are two major flaws in their logic. 1) Chase has sworn off relationships of any kind, and 2) after blurring the line between friends and lovers for one night four years ago, they can’t stop bickering.
Forced together for her brother’s wedding getaway, Chase and Madison decide to call a truce for the happy couple. Except all bets are off when they’re forced to shack up in a tacky 70’s honeymoon suite and survive a multitude of "accidents" as the family tries to prove their "spark" can be used than for more than fighting. That is, if they don’t strangle each other first…
I didn’t realize that J Lynn is a pseudonym for Jennifer L Armentrout. I would probably have read Tempting the Best Man sooner had I known. I enjoyed Obsidian, though I thought it lost some stream near the end, but I didn’t find that to be the case here. Tempting the Best Man clicks along at a rapid pace, taking place over the span of about a week. When a reservation snafu lands protagonists Chase and Madison together in the honeymoon cabin, Madison thinks she’s died and gone to hell. She has been running away from her childhood crush on Chase, but no matter what she does, she just can’t get over her feelings for him. Chase, on the other hand, treats her like a little sister, which drives Madison insane.
While I found the setup improbable (Madison’s parents don’t blink an eye when the hotel’s management solves the room shortage issue by putting Madison and Chase in the same room), I enjoyed the banter and conflict that kindled between the protagonists. While Madison has always worn her heart on her sleeve, Chase has had to work hard at hiding his feelings for his best friend’s younger sister. Chase is afraid of making any waves with Madison’s family; his parents’ relationship was so dysfunctional and his home life was so awful that he found a much needed refuge at the Daniels’ house. He is afraid of jeopardizing that, and so he rejects Madison at all turns, even when he knows that his actions will devastate her. And they do. Big time.
Tempting the Best Man is a quick, breezy read that’s perfect for an afternoon by the pool. This is a very fast-paced story with one of my favorite romance tropes, and I zipped right through it. I enjoyed the conflict between the leads, and wondered why they were the only two who didn’t recognize the chemistry that zinged between them.
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Today, Aimee and I would have been married for eleven years.
Eleven years ago today, in my room at the Holiday Inn, I dressed in a tuxedo. I drove with a carload of groomsmen to the bed and breakfast to pick up a key, and then on to the church. I stood in the sacristy and munched on Scooby Snacks. A lump clogged my throat as I watched Aimee walk the long center aisle of St. Pius the V Catholic Church. Words swam in my mouth as I recited our vows.
It was, simply, one of my best days on Earth.
Here are three of my favorite pictures from that day eleven years ago, each scanned and coated with a tiny bit of dust. Nothing passes time without a little wear.
Two of my best friends, Aaron Ouelette and Jason Wollenberg, while I'm "faith-healing" on the dance floor at the reception.God, I look so boyish.
We thought it would be a brilliant idea to have champagne poppers instead of seeds or bubbles. Damn those little gunpowder-propelled wads of paper propelled hurt like hell.
My favorite picture from that day--maybe from any day. Give me a million bucks, and I still won't tell you what I whispered in her ear.
Miss you, Aimee. Thanks for ten + years of adventure.
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Palapa Bar and Grill, San Pedro.
It was fairly easy choosing a honeymoon destination, considering all we required were turquoise beaches, white sand, and margaritas. Friends of ours had already spent their honeymoon in a mysterious place called Belize, Central America. Yes, I had to look at a map to understand where it was, but once I saw pictures, it was love.
We’re leaving in a few weeks (can’t wait!!), so this week, I did some homework. We’re staying in an ocean-side cabana on Ambergris Caye, which is a little island off the mainland. San Pedro is the big city on Ambergris Caye, and Belize City is only a quick boat ride away. So beyond lying on sunny beaches and drinking the aforementioned margaritas, what do people do in Belize? Well, let me tell you.
The peak of Mayan civilization was from about 600 to 900 AD, and Belize was an important part of their culture. The country’s fertile climate and access to marine life led to the growth of a large population of Mayans, and when they disappeared (aliens?), they left breathtaking ruins. There are several to visit, but Caracol is the biggest and Xunantunich is most heavily visited. Maybe we’ll see both!
Shark Ray Alley.
I still have a slight phobia of the ocean. Not much, mind you, since living in Charleston, South Carolina, but I still get freaked when I can’t touch the bottom or see what creatures might be circling my toes. The good thing about Belize? The water is crystal clear, so at least I’ll be aware of creatures that might want to eat me. Because of the clarity of its turquoise water, Belize is the perfect place to snorkel, and I plan to do it at the Hol Chan Marine Reserve
, the location of Shark Ray Alley—where we’ll swim with Nurse Sharks and Southern Sting Rays. Crazy? Yes, but how often do you get to do something like that?
Eat/Drink (My Favorite)
When researching restaurants and bars in Belize, I didn’t look for the ones with the best food. I looked for the ones with the best views of the ocean. One of them is literally in the ocean; now, that’s what I’m talking about! The two places we HAVE TO GO and possibly spend LOTS OF TIME: The Rojo Lounge in San Pedro and Palapa Bar and Grill—the one literally on stilts above the sea. I discovered both of these locales online yesterday, and I giggled with glee. If Palapa is as cool as it looks, we might just never leave …
Ocean Essence Day Spa.
Of course we’ll get sea-side massages. Of course! The p
I'm delighted to be able to share the finished designs of my cousin's thank-you cards. The groom is a pilot, who before the wedding had a rather fabulous beard (I was shocked to see he had shaved it for the wedding). This is the second stamp design I've done for a wedding (something very economical for the bride and groom, as they can choose the paper stock and ink colour themselves and have the option to use the stamp for other purposes later on, such as a scrapbook). The first was an invitation for my brother & sister-in-law last year. I love the look that the stamps provide and how different the applications can be.
Some of the other sketch designs:
I flew back to Phoenix Monday evening after eleven days in Ohio filled with wedding shenanigans, happy tears, and beer. I missed my Jake terribly (Ripley, too), and I’m indubitably happy to be home. Now looking back on my trip, I feel it was all very, very necessary. Yes, even the penis veil.
Susie's spectacular backyard.
Saturday the 20th of August was my bridal shower and bachelorette party. Was I nervous? Holy hell, yes. I don’t like to be the center of attention, especially when being the center involves opening kitchen utensils in front of twenty of my mom’s best friends. Aunt Susie, my Maid of Honor, made it a lot easier. Her yard looked like a magical fairyland. It usually does in August, living in the beautiful summer climate of Perrysburg, Ohio. She even picked fresh mint from her garden and made me a mojito as the guests arrived. It turned out not to be as scary as I expected. I’m a small talk diva, and my mom’s sangria helped.
I ran home and changed and then, at 6:30, was escorted to my bachelorette party. I need to say it again: my bachelorette party. It was so surreal! I’ve been to several bachelorette parties in my day, but it was always for someone else. It was never me getting married. Now, it’s ME! I’m getting married! I won’t get into all of it. I will say we drank quite a bit of tequila. My girlfriends—from elementary school through to post-college—got along as though they’d known each other for twenty years, and I wore several penis-adorned decorative items.
Randy, my stripper.
The best moment? We were at a bar when my gal pal January grabbed me and shoved me into a chair. Journey’s “Lovin’ Touchin’ Squeezin’” started playing, and the door to the bar opened. I looked left and there was a man in naval garb. No, it wasn’t Jake. It was Jan’s husband, Randy—a dear friend of mine and Jake’s—and you guessed it, he performed a rousing strip routine down to his leopard-print boxers. It was … amazing. I was hung-over the next day, so my dad and I watched Lonesome Dove
—all six hours of it. He had his usual beer and Cheez-its at 4:30 PM. I did not (blech
Skip ahead to Thursday. If you do, yes, you’re skipping over great days and nights spent one-on-one with some of my favorite people. This trip was really about one-on-one time. The moments spent catching up with friends and family members are some of the most memorable moments of the past two weeks, which is why Thursday was so important. Not only did I get to spend countless hours with my little brother, but I spent those hours in Athens, Ohio, home of me and Matt’s alma mater, Ohio University, recently named the #1 party school in the country.
That Thursday night I was up until 5 AM. The night was spent eating at my favorite Athens restaurant, Casa Nueva, and drinking freshly handmade margaritas. It was spent at my favorite bars, cackling with my brother and some of his best friends (who were wonderful). After hours, Matt sang me the song he wrote for me and Jake’s wedding ceremony, and I sobbed. He said I once told him that great relationships are “easy.” There’s no drama, no muss, no fuss, only peace, love, and laughter. The song he wrote for us is about that, and I hope he’ll soon find a woman who makes his life feel easy,
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A little doodle of a sweet pair of doves, one pale blue and the other light pink, cuddled in an embrace shaped like a heart. It started out as a pencil sketch in my moleskine that I scanned and then digitally painted in Corel Painter, then played around with in Photoshop to create a pair of separate blue and pink hearts as well:
I've used them to design cards and matching gifts for ...
Weddings: Two Doves One Heart Wedding at Floating Lemons Events;
Baby Showers for twins: Twin Doves Heart at Floating Lemons Events;
and Valentine's Day: (coming soon!)
wedding illustration for Erica
wedding/birthday present for Mike from Elaine
they like it!! :)
Once you get engaged, everyone wants to know the wedding date. Once you have a wedding date, people want to know “Are you going on a honeymoon?” Jake and I were not prepared for this question, which got us thinking … Huh, are we going on a honeymoon?
The question had a lot to do with Jake’s work schedule and lack of vacation days. Plus, we already live in a version of paradise. We don’t have inclement weather to escape (except for freak dust storms, which was a helluva show Tuesday night, I might add). When you live in paradise, where do you go to “get away?”
Jake and I are both well-traveled kids. He was in the Navy for nine years, so he’s been all over the world, including places like the wild city of Dubai. I traveled all over the country as a child. Then, when I was sixteen, I went to France. When I was twenty-one, I hit up Italy. When you’ve already been all over the world, where do you go to “get away?”
That'll be me in 2012.
We went to a bridal fair back in March. (It was scary; there are so many ways to waste money on a wedding. I mean, glitter-covered initials for our cake? Seriously?) One of the best parts of the fair was the travel agency. They had brochures from all over the world, and we picked up whatever caught our fancy: New Zealand, Ireland, France, etc, etc. But none of it felt real. Really, we probably wouldn’t go to New Zealand for our honeymoon. Really, I’ve already been to France, and although I want to go back, do I want to go back for my honeymoon?
Then, it happened … somehow, Jake got inspired, and he said, “What about Central America? What about … Belize?”
Do you know where Belize is located? I didn’t. I do now, because I’m obsessed with their tourism website. Ob-sessed. I look at it every day. Belize is located on the eastern coast of Central American, facing the Caribbean Sea, just about equidistant from the top of North America and the bottom of South America—smack dab in the middle but right on that bright blue ocean water. The kind of ocean water you see on postcards. That is Belize.
Waterfall in Belize rainforest.
It’s got white, sandy beaches. It’s got a rainforest. It’s got Mayan ruins. There’s also this crazy thing known as “The Great Blue Hole.” Strangely enough, English is the official language of Belize. An example of traditional cuisine: rice and red beans cooked together in coconut milk. Plus, seafood, seafood, SEAFOOD!!! From the Belize website
: “It is not uncommon to see people dancing in the street outside a shop where music is blasting or to emphasize a conversation point with a little dance.” People who love to swim in the ocean, eat good food, and dance in the streets? Why haven’t I been here before??? SIGN ME UP!
Jake and I will be going on our honeymoon in early 2012. We will be celebrating our marriage on the beaches of Beli
I never thought I’d start a fight with Billy Idol, but never say never, right?
As you know, Jake and I got engaged on Valentine’s Day. We want to enjoy our engagement time, so we haven’t set a wedding date. There are too many things up in the air right now for us to seriously book a venue, DJ, caterer, etc. However, my parents were in Phoenix for our engagement celebration. They live in Ohio, so since they were here, I agreed to go wedding dress shopping with my mom and Jake’s bro, Zach.
Something you need to understand about me … Although I have fantasized (vaguely) about my wedding day (exponentially more since I met Jake), I have never seriously considered my wedding dress. There are women out there—one of them being my gal pal Janine—who have known the precise dress they will wear down the aisle. As soon as these women get engaged, they buy their dream dress, because the dress has been waiting for them for years; why wait any longer?
After my David’s Bridal experience, I am jealous of these women, because my David’s Bridal experience taught me three things:
1) I look heinously chubby in traditional wedding dresses.
2) Zach looks better than me in most veils.
3) I look sickly wearing white.
Although item 2 is disheartening, items 1 and 3 are of much greater importance, considering I will soon be a bride, requiring a wedding dress, and I look terrible in most wedding dresses. My mother would argue this point; she thought I looked beautiful in a couple of the gowns. However, the problem is, I didn’t feel beautiful. And isn’t the bride supposed to feel beautiful on her big day?
I decided to do some research into the whole white wedding dress thing, and here’s what I found … Wedding dresses were not popularly white until 1840, when the British Queen Victoria wore a white dress for her marriage to her cousin, Albert of Saxe-Coburg. (Do we really want to perpetuate a tradition founded in incest? Uh …) This famous people wearing white thing became the symbol of Hollywood when actress Grace Kelly married the Prince of Monaco in 1956 in a fancy, white gown. So the white wedding dress is fairly new.
I know what you’re going to say. There’s the image of purity that is associated with wearing white. Granted. But how many women in America can wear white as a sign of purity anymore?
Jake and I have discussed all of this, and he admits he prefers me in blue. Chinese women get to wear red. Gothic chicks get away with black. So what about me? How am I going to make this work? Although the trip to David’s Bridal was helpful, it certainly didn’t bring me any closer to finding the dress of my wedding dreams.
I’m starting to get ideas, but it’s going to be awhile before I find the PERFECT dress. I’m happy to know I don’t have to wear white. I’m sad to tell Billy Idol that his wedding song is no longer my favorite. I probably won’t be a traditional bride, but I’m gonna find a way to look good for my man—my soon-to-be husband—because Jake is too hot to have a chubby, sic
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It’s my own fault that I’ve been watching evil TV shows like Bridezillas and Say Yes to the Dress. I think they really screwed with my head—Bridezillas, in particular—but I needed help. I didn’t know how to plan a wedding, so I thought watching TV shows about wedding planning would be useful; but have they been useful or detrimental?
Bridezillas is a reality TV show that follows a bride through the wedding planning process. Sounds simple and interesting, but it’s scarier than you might think. The women they feature on this program are self-absorbed, awful people who treat their families and friends like crap. If I had a chance to punch one of these brides in the face (preferably right before her ceremony), I would. I wish I could feel bad for their fiancés, but I can’t. After all, the poor bastards knew what they were getting into when they proposed.
Say Yes to the Dress is about wedding dress shopping at Kleinfeld Bridal in New York City. This isn’t your basic wedding dress shopping. The dress I saw on this program the other night was twenty-seven grand, to give you an idea. This show—about one of the happiest moments in a woman’s life—also features annoying, spoiled brats and the stupid parents who cater to their every whim. I wish I could feel bad for the sales associates, but they knew what they were getting into when they turned in an application.
Almost "The Dress," from Saja. But not quite ...
Last week, my mom flew into town for wedding madness. I wanted her help in the planning, so I was happy to have her here. However, the above mentioned programs made me wonder: in order to be a successful bride, did I have to become a terrible person? If TV teaches us anything, then yes, I had to be vicious, conniving, and self-centered to get anything done. This scared me, because generally, I like to think of myself as nice, considerate, and concerned with the well-being of others. What was a kind, Christian girl to do?
We started with dress shopping, first in Scottsdale and then, in Cave Creek. I was ready to battle and pout (after all, that’s what Say Yes to the Dress condones). It started at Bella Bridesmaid, where I found glamorous, dream-worthy dresses by Saja and the pleasant personality of co-owner, Kristen. I was shocked! Wait, you mean wedding dress shopping can be a peaceful, fun experience? But that’s not what the TV shows taught me!
We moved on in the afternoon to Almond Tree in Cave Creek, where co-owner Pam treated me like the only bride on earth. And I was the only bride in the shop. (They like to give their customers full attention.) I found “The Dress” at Almond Tree, but I still had additional appointments Friday, so I held off on purchase until Saturday afternoon.
Black bacarra roses. I'm obsessed.
On Thursday, we went on a flower search. We headed to
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