Wedding Postcard

wedding postcard from - Scituate, Massachusetts

Margot, one of my dearest and oldest friends, owns a unreduced and unapologetic diversion for life. Actually, and always, herself with a wonderfully timed spoil of slapstick thrown in. As my supporter, she has stood by me, as side by side we made our way through the trials of adolescence. Educational institution dances, rest-overs, copy dates, destined heartaches, and heterogeneous teenage misadventures not to recounted here. Unneeded to say, my emotional relevance to this wedding was immediate. And I am so thrilled and honored to have been chosen to paper and witness (through my lens) the blitheness of their wedding day.

Margot approaches everything with zeal, and her wedding was no quibble.  Matt, her new soft-pedal, seems to have every bit the humor and amusement of life that she does. Matt is a sort, wonderfully reassuring partner to one of my dearest friends. I’m proud to have been a part of their union, and to be a part of the community of friends and kinsmen that were with them as they became partners in lifetime.

They chose a Saturday in June; a strand house wedding in Scituate at Minot Lido. The ceremony held on the sod between her family’s twin Victorian bank homes, and the relevant back yards combined under an enormous drained tent. Beaming in adore, they said their vows with awe and acknowledgement in their eyes.
Periwinkle-unhappy silk bridesmaids dresses, and a sash for the bride in the same color to speech pattern the wedding gown, the
grromsmen dressed in leading New England argosy blazers with creamy yellow ties and khakis. It was unalloyed summer’s afternoon wedding attire. The homes had been repainted and were in their coordinating displays of colors. Peonies sat in in binoculars jars at intervals alongside wicker chairs on the wrap-around porches. Baskets of sandals were thoughtfully set out for feet fagged out of dancing in function shoes. A sand strewn pr of beach pebbles and starfish served for record cards.
Big familes on both sides alongside rambunctious groups of friends from sybaritic school, college and m; everyone in attendance knackered the rest of the evening celebrating. The men in the wedding celebration treated everyone to a loosely choreographed and joyously performed th and pyramid founding to Mr. Roboto.

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