I love everything about our wedding - really and truly. I'm in love with our colors and their meaning; I'm all about my girls and their get-ups (both bridesmaids AND flower girls); I think my dress is so dreamy and perfect for me, even though it's not what I thought I wanted; our invitations are very fitting and of course, I'm a HUGE fan of our venue, our photographers and all of the other vendors playing a role in this shindig.
There are some weddings, though, that I stalk see and they just make me swoon. I mean, get out the smelling salts, I might utter 'I do declare' and flutter my eyelashes, someone catch me before I hit the floor straight-up swoon. So, with under a month to go (eepies!), of course I find myself Pinteresting in a completely different direction. . .I'm sure some psychology-based folk would be able to chalk this up to some subconscious desire or something, but I'm just going to stick with the fact that I've always been a dreamer and a thinker and I'd be doing this regardless. ;)
So, Hive, without further ado: this is the story of The Palm Tree Wedding That Wasn't.
