It has been three years, since my last blog post.
While creating this post, it dawned on me that I’m not entirely sure if anyone actually does stuff like this anymore? Am I aging myself by posting this? Are blogs the equivalent of VHS tapes? Is this going to end up hurting my SEO to the point that Google places me on page 8000 in the search results?
I don’t know. And I don’t care. There’s absolutely zero chance I can whittle this incredible wedding down into Instagram’s ten-photo-limit. That would be a crime against my heart.
So. Here’s the story.
ONCE UPON A TIME, IN THE MOUNTAINS OF COLORADO…
… There was a modernly moody and quaint little wedding venue, tucked deep in the rolling hills at the foot of the Rocky Mountains.
Pine trees stretched toward the sky and a field of fluffy grass shivered in the breeze of the approaching rainstorm. The hues of pastel wildflowers deepened into rich golds, velvet taupes, and the most royal of blues underneath the overcast haze.
The forest became silent as all the living things seemed to hold their breath, waiting. Listening.
Drip. Drip.
Drop.
Drip drip drop drip drop.
Downpour.
It drenched the world below for only a matter of minutes, in typical mountain rainstorm fashion, and quenched the thirst of everything in its path.
As the pitter-patters subsided, the sun began to push through the haze.
And the world glowed.
The kind of glow that only happens after a thunderstorm.
That orange-ish, green-ish, gold-ish and completely unreal kind of glow that makes everything look ethereal and fairytale-like.
A rare and magical moment, so perfectly fit for a wedding day.
Of course, the story only gets better from here.
Imagine a lace adorned gown with billowing sleeves, seemingly created for Aphrodite, herself, with a row of one hundred buttons neatly trailing down the back.
Now, envision sparkling rows of baguette diamonds, creamy pearls, powder pink lipstick in a shiny gold tube, fluttering ribbons, radiant Chanel, and a bouquet of soft flowers in an explosion of cotton candy colors, lit up in the soft sunlight of a picture window.
Enter: The Bride.
Part fairy, part mermaid, part 1970s bohemian heroine. Perfectly perfect in every way imaginable. Loose, undone waves fell in curtains around her face while her eyelids glittered in a champagne gold.
Free spirited, but regal, simultaneously.
The sun seared a hole straight through the middle of the clouds, shining a radiant spotlight the moment the wedding ceremony began.
Vows were said, tears were shed, and all was concluded with a flawless dip-and-kiss.
No wedding tale is complete, without a lively party.
Guests gathered at banquet style tables encrusted with glowing candles in tall glass vases, gauzy blue fabrics, gold and blue plates, napkins tied in loose knots, and vibrant floral creations spraying artfully in all directions.
A sea-foam green cake stood majestically on display, surrounded by long, white candlesticks with flickering flames. Icing ruffles draped around and around, almost too beautiful to cut into…
… Almost.
Bubbling champagne flowed as the sun set behind the blue mountains. The loft came alive with the laughter and love of family and friends.
And this, dear readers, is where our magical story ends. The chilly mountains whispered goodnight in the crisp air as the newlyweds shared one final dance under electrified string bulbs and fiery stars.
Perfectly perfect.
Venue | The Lofthouse in Colorado Springs, Colorado
Florals | Truth + Blooms
Gown | Brides Amarillo
Ring | Sarah O | The Harlem
Catering | Buffalo Gals
Cake | The Sugar Shop
Photos | The Cloud Nine Co.