My professional photos are not back yet, but I have an Aunt who takes amazing shots as well as a few quick-fingered friends with digitals who have kindly shared some snapshots of the day. When the real photos are back I shall breakdown the day for you in a few posts. For now, please enjoy- I’m still a woman of few words as I soak in all of the love, bliss, friendship & family that I’ve been enjoying for the past two weeks.

My dress, jacket & veil, hanging in my Grandparents library.

Bridesmaid hair.

My hair, twisted & curled ala the 1940′s.

Walking down the aisle with my Father & Grandfather.

Junior bridesmaids flowers.

Flowers- bridesmaids in front, mine peeking in the back.

My bouquet, up close & personal.

Marc Jacobs rain boots worn by the grandmother & cousins of the bride- their chic way of staying out of the puddles!

Groom’s cake sans fondant, the evil ingredient of wedding cakes- Go Blue! 

Father of the Bride mini-cakes- Fight On!

Wedding cake- no fondant to be seen or tasted!

Wedding cake pull-charm ribbons!

Throw-away flowers for my bouquet toss!

Creme brulee

Sparklers!

Get-away car- the 1969 Mustang my Grandmother bought off the lot in 1969.

The evening dew made the paint look a little funny, but we couldn’t imagine leaving in anything else!

Bon voyage!