Everything’s for sale.
I like the idea of a morning wedding. You can wear a pretty floral summer dress and not get too crazy with the formal wear. I always find it a little stressful when I’m expected to get super glammed up, because glam isn’t really my thing and so I feel like I’m lying the whole time. I much rather prefer that line of pretty but not formal – it allows for a little mess and unkemptness, which is a bit of a staple of mine in life.
Also, wedges. Wedges are fabulous especially when the wedding is held in the historic Distillery district which features many a cobblestone streets.
So yes, morning wedding everyone – do it. It leaves you the whole day to celebrate, eat, and dance.
But I cling to it.
Hoping that enough warm breezes, enough overgrown fields will freeze the moment. Will keep the seasons from changing, from passing, as they must.
While away it was a pure joy to run down this country road. It was long and hilly with lots of great farms along the way, and I was able to just not think and run while listening to Tina Fey’s Bossypants. Whenever I turned off the main road and saw this tiny little shed, I knew my run was really starting. It marked the first third of my planned mileage and this is when I felt I could really open up. On the way back, the shed gave me hope that I was but a mere third from home and yes, I really could do this. So you see, either way it has some great feelings attached to it already.
I made a mental note to come back on a walk and take some outfit shots along my favorite country lane and tiny shed.
I’ll miss you.