There is this new website called animoto making the rounds of my friends. You upload photos and music and it automatically creates a music video, with all kinda of special effects and stuff. So I thought about it, and while a Fast Times homage is definitely coming, I thought what do I have lots of photos of…

9/9/95

Yep, that was my wedding. And that is my parent’s 15 acre backyard outside of Rochester, NY–the house were I was raised and they still live. It was an extremely homemade affair, this was before medieval weddings were popular, so we had to figure everything out ourselves. Now there are magazines and website completely devoted to creating a medieval wedding. My mom and I made all the all the clothes for the wedding party and for the serving wenches, who were my brothers’ old girlfriends. Including my dress, which is actually two dresses–a gold under dress and the white/gold brocade overdress. The overdress was split to the arm pits on the side, and laced to the hips. It looked wonderful when I danced. Honestly my mom was responsible for it, cause she was much brave that I with the $60 a yard fabric. Since the dress had no pattern, and we were cobbling together 3 or 4 patterns to get the dress I wanted, I think it was brilliant success! My wedding ring and circlet were handmade too. The circlet was a wedding gift, and is a full circle matched to my head.

My dad build the gazebo, my mom grew the flowers, with the lone exception of the yellow roses in my bouquet, and made all the bouquets on the morning of the wedding. One of my favorite mom memories is of her getting out the Martha Stewart Weddings book at 6am that day, the kitchen filled with flowers and reading it fully for the first time. “Of course you won’t actually try to create your bouquet your self, but here’s how to it works for fun…Oh Crap!”

We asked everyone to dress in costume, and a longtime friend of the family came as a dragon. The food was a pig roast on site by friends of the family, dressed as viking, and they pressed fresh cider on site as well. We had a maypole, and since Dan and I were the only ones that new the pattern, we danced every dance. My mom’s quartet sang “Tomorrow is my Dancing Day”-which is a song I love. My mom broke out in to tears every 10 seconds, which made it hard for the others to keep signing, but they pulled through. We had an archery range with a custom Target my dad drew–Dan’s face! Dan juggled with his old partner, and best man, Ted Varga.

I was a princess. It was perfect.

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