One of the “big” decisions a bride faces is choosing the colors for her wedding. Because my favorite color is blue, and because I wanted to honor my patriotic birthday, I chose red, white and blue. I still remember how aghast Wayne was when I told him, and I remember feeling so hurt that he didn’t trust me to make everything look classy and nice. Fortunately, we got over that, especially once he realized I had never planned on having the royal blue of American flag, but a baby blue.
With the baby blue, we used a bit of red in the centerpieces. (I’m not sure how we came up with the idea, but I do remember making these fabric baskets, and then giving them away to those who helped us with everything. I used mine as a sewing basket for years and years and years, until it finally fell apart. I keep telling myself that one of these days I’m going to recreate the pattern and make another one, just for memory’s sake.)
We used more red in the flower arrangements.
Tossing the bouquet took place near the end.
We even opened our gifts that night. Totally would not recommend that to anyone in the future!
And then the reception was over and it was time to leave!