Christmas 2011

Welcome back, everyone. How was your holiday? Did you travel to be with family? Did you spend the time with new in-laws? Did you eat and drink too much and are trying really hard to detox right now? I can proudly answer yes to all three. I’m finally back home and relaxing on my couch with a hot cup of coffee and feeling really jolly about what a great weekend Keith and I had. We spent time with both of our families and friends, we slept as late as we wanted to most days and indulged in way too many Christmas-themed cupcakes. I feel like I might die if I so much as look at another cupcake. (Someone please remind me I said this later on. Thanks!)
 
Did I mention my hunny also spoiled me with the best Christmas gift ever: A fancy new camera. I’m still learning how to use it—this big boy has way more buttons, modes and switches than my smart phone—but I did get to document some of our weekend. 

We opened presents my brother sent from Afghanistan. Bootleg DVDs and guava flavored hooka...

...a T-shirt and hat for my parents.  

 

Tom Brady was another one of my favorite gifts. 

He showed us how to Tebow...

 

...and played a few songs on the piano. 

Then my kitty cat made a new bed in the boxes before we could clean them up. 

How was your holiday? What do you highlights include? What were some of your favorite gifts? 

Happy Holidays!

Just popping in to wish you all a merry Christmas. I also want to say thank you so much for reading. It has been so fulfilling to write this blog and I am still amazed everyday that people follow along! I hope everyone has a great weekend with their family, friends, fiances and husbands. No matter which side of the family you are celebrating with this year, enjoy it! Cherish your old traditions and make some great new ones, too.

Here’s my favorite holiday tradition: Santa’s elves used to visit our house on Christmas Eve and deliver a new pair of pajamas for my brother and I. That was always the moment that Christmas really started. The elves haven’t visited for a while, but I think they will come back!


What is your favorite holiday tradition?

We Bought A Washer and Dryer!

Things are getting pretty grown-up around here. I present you with, Exhibit A:

We bought them on Black Friday after our old unit shuddered and skidded to a stop in the middle of a cycle. The washer was on back order, so my persuasive husband got Best Buy to deliver a floor model for us to use for a week while we waited. I’m very excited about these new appliances. They are so shiny and pretty and I can finally design a laundry room that looks like this…

Source: img4.myhomeideas.com via Keri on Pinterest

       Fresh flowers and all!

…as soon as we live somewhere that has space for a laundry room!

This is the first time I’ve been involved in the purchase of a major appliance. It was scary and exciting. I used to hoard quarters for laundry and there I was reading off a credit card number for Keith to type into Best Buy’s online shopping cart.

My history of doing the laundry began right before I left for college when my mom took me down to the basement and gave me a quick lesson on what knobs to turn, where to put detergent and a reminder to clean the lint trap or I’d burn the dorm down. I prayed that the machines at school would have the same buttons and that I wouldn’t forget about the lint trap. I did fine, but the college machines were always in use. People were always throwing your clothes on the floor if you waiting too long to collect them and I had to lug my clean-but-actually-still dirty laundry up lots of stairs because my building didn’t have an elevator. When I lived in my adult apartment on the Upper East Side I had to trek to the laundry mat around the corner. Again, we had no elevator and there was usually a homeless person or two hanging out by the warm dryer. Needless to say, I have never enjoyed doing laundry.

Until now! I gave our new machine a go last night. I inspected all the knobs and buttons with wonder and amazement—did you know these new machines have a “hand wash” setting? I gave that a go, too. I was a little hesitant to throw some of my sweaters in the washing machine, but I figured they were either going to lie on the bottom of my laundry basket for eternity, get wrecked in the wash or get clean. So I took the gamble. Wow! It worked great. My quality of life just got 100 times better.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some more clothes to clean! Indulge me: What was your first grown-up purchase?

The Most Romantic Day of Your Life

Source: stylemepretty.com via Andrea on Pinterest

I was reading an article about day after photo shoots and it said that the day after your wedding is the most romantic day of your life. I read that line again. Is the day after your wedding really more romantic than your wedding day? Or what about the day you get engaged? I thought about it. Our wedding day was the best day of my life, but I don’t think I’d classify it as romantic. It was exciting and busy and a lot of fun. The day we got engaged was much the same—busy and exciting. I had just got to Florence after spending the last seven or eight hours crumpled on a plane. That evening was very romantic, but the day didn’t start out that way.

Thinking back to the day after our wedding, I have decided these magazine editors and photographers might be on to something. That day was mother’s day and we woke up early to have breakfast with our moms. I showered to wash all of the pins and hairspray out of my hair and I let my natural waves air dry. I had washed off my makeup the night before but my eyes were still rimmed with black liner and several false lashes were still attached. I slipped on a gray and white striped wrap dress and a pair of flats. I felt like Kate Middleton, but I probably realistically looked much worse for wear. (Thinking you look great when you really don’t only happens when a) you’re wasted or b) you’re feeling majorly romantic.)

We packed everything up and my parents came down to pick up my dress and a bag of stuff we were not bringing on the honeymoon. My maid of honor stopped by to drop off the lipstick she had been carrying for me the day before. While I waited for everyone I wrapped the ribbon headband I had worn around my waist like a belt. “Should I wear this to breakfast?” I asked. We decided I should not.

At breakfast, toast and coffee were all we could manage. We gave our moms gifts—jewelry we had found at a shop in New Haven. Someone had brought one of the centerpieces down (or up, the restaurant was on the top floor of the hotel) and placed it on the table for us. We looked through pictures on my mom’s camera and then we said goodbye.

On the ride to the airport I remarked how excited I felt. I was anticipating a post-wedding let down, but I didn’t feel anything like that. I felt blissful and I was sure I’d feel that way forever. We parked and were picked up in a fancy Mercedes van to be driven to our terminal. At my feet sat a tote bag with my new initials. It was stuffed with books and a sun hat and some candy for the flight. I looked down at the bag excited to be using it, excited about what it meant. I was now a Mrs.

At the airport, I changed out of my dress and into a comfortable pair of leggings. We still weren’t very hungry so I ordered two smoothies from the food court. We had a direct flight to Hawaii, which would take about 10 hours. Most people cringed when they heard how long it would be, but we hardly noticed. We watched a movie and slept a little. I finished reading my book.

Once in Hawaii, we had to take another flight to Kauai. It was raining pretty hard on the island and our flight was delayed. We ate sandwiches at a cheesy airport bar and grill while we waited. Outside the gate we waited some more, laughing and joking about some of the other passengers.

When we finally got to Kauai it was pouring still. We got our rental car and Keith drove with his hands tightly gripped around the steering wheel. It was dark and the roads were flooded. We were lucky our hotel was on the south side of the island, they told us. Bridges and roads were closed leaving several travelers stranded at the airport.

Our hotel lobby was new and trendy looking. There were white leather couches and a big round settee. The woman at the front desk offered us something to eat from the late night menu and showed us to our room where a bottle of champagne and two glasses sat waiting for us. “Finally,” I thought when I saw the champagne. It was the honeymoon welcome I had been waiting for.

This was the start of our dream vacation and our first day as husband and wife. Had we not been married the day before, we would have complained about waking up early and about delays at the airport. The flooded roads would have frustrated us and the long flight would have felt restless. But looking back, it was one of the most romantic days of my life. There was no fancy dinner or candle light—just husband and wife starting their lives together.

Tell me about your first day as husband and wife. Did you leave for your honeymoon right away or spend the day resting and catching up with family and friends? Was it the most romantic day of you life? 

Décor Trend: Ghost Chairs

Sometimes things break. This morning, my trusty little laptop—the one that’s small and light enough to travel with—would not turn on. And when I walked into my building, three elevators were down, causing a major traffic jam in the lobby and a delay getting up to the office. It was cold, I was hungry and I really needed to get some work done on my train ride in this morning. It’s really frustrating when things don’t go as planned, but I took a deep breath and reminded myself that some (most) things are out of my control. It felt good and I am pretty proud of myself to exercising some calm when I easily could have stomped my foot and complained.

With that, I don’t have today’s intended post ready for you. I had a nice little idea floating in my head but nowhere to type it out. So sit tight. It’s coming.

Till then, let’s sit on something else: ghost chairs.

Source: mydesignchic.com via Lizzie on Pinterest

I would add ghost chairs to a traditional tablescape to shake things up! 

I was not a fan for a while. They are very modern and I typically save my lust fests for vintage stuff. Recently, though, ghost chairs are showing up in a lot of magazines and I am reconsidering my opinion. I really like the round back and regal arms of the Louis chair. What more, these acrylic beauties come in pink! Now, not only do I think they are a perfect way to add a modern touch to an event, but I really want one for my desk at home. They cost about $140 a pop. Naturally, that makes me want one even more. I’m souring craigslist for a deal!

What do you think about the ghost chair? Would you use them at your wedding?

Inspiration: Champagne Bubbles

What do you say we kick off this weekend with a little inspiration? Yes, I agree. We should.

You know what I love? Champagne. I love it a lot. It’s celebratory, it’s expensive and it sparkles. Sounds like everything a girl loves and needs, right?

Obviously, champagne belongs at weddings, but it might be fun to kick it up a notch. I love kicking things up notches. It’s my official stance for 2012. For example:

Friend: What do you think, Libby?
Libby: I think we should kick this up a notch!


Today I’m dreaming of a wedding filled with champagne from these pretty escort flutes that greet guests to a bubbling champagne tower. More is better. Let’s get excessive people.

 

Source: heartloveweddings.com via Libby on Pinterest

Image from Style Me Pretty

Have a great weekend, readers. I hope it includes at least one glass of champagne.

Tell me, what are you inspired by today?

Mr. & Mrs. Christmas Tree: Part II

I’ve got to catch you up on our first Christmas tree. I sort of left you hanging there on Monday with an x-rated image of our naked tree, didn’t I? After work, we gussied that bad boy up with lights, a pretty ribbon garland and lots of ornaments.

Stringing the lights from the tree went almost as smoothly as the tree transporting went on Sunday. If you missed the last tree post, then you missed that pun. Tree transporting only went kind of smoothly. In an attempt to channel the great Martha Stewart, I started hanging the lights really close together. I wrapped the cord around each and every branch, just like she instructed in one of her magazines. (Perhaps the one I shoved under the tree stand a few days ago to make it straight.) I bet you know where I’m going with this. We ran out of lights. What the heck! Martha would never run out of lights. I was bummed, because the top of the tree looked really great. But we wiggled them down, one by one. We got a little tangled in the strands, but we eventually got them in the place we wanted. Then came the ribbon garland. And guess what? We did it again! We shimmied and shifted and finally our tree was perfect.

 Recognize the angel on top of my tree? A prize goes to the reader who knows!

It was at this point that I became extremely engrossed in the episode of Fear Factor that was on in the background—gross being the keyword. Joe Rogan was convincing a really awkward mother and son team to eat five (FIVE!) live scorpions. It was a mess, guys, and those people pretty much have bricks for brains. I’m now positive I know why they canceled that show in the first place. Anyways, where were we? Fear Factor has distracted me once again!

Ok, ornament hanging. This is always my favorite part. I love taking out the ornaments because I always forget about them during the year and it’s almost like they are new all over again. This year, I was surprised to find a glittery bride and groom that my mom got us for Christmas last year, and a Boston Red Sox snowman. I’ll be even more surprised if my Yankee-loving husband will keep it on the tree till Christmas.

Tell me about your tree. Do you decorate yours with sentimental ornaments? Have you perfected light hanging? How do you get ornaments on the high branches? Leave your tree decorating tips here, please!

When the Husband’s Away, Follow The Wife Will Play

My husband is away on a business trip. It’s kind of a bummer when he leaves because it really changes my regular routine. The way I eat, the TV shows I watch and even the time I wake up is different when Keith’s not around. Since he travels at least once a month for business, I’ve found some pretty good ways to get around missing him so much. (But I still do!)

Mostly it involves watching bad TV. I like to honor “our shows” and I don’t watch them without Keith. Instead I tune into Real Housewives marathons, get sucked into The Bachelorette and tonight I’m planning to catch up on the Kardashians. Maybe I’ll even mail out a few Christmas cards. I’m not sure if I can squeeze them in before my brain turns to mush.

Keith’s trips are also a great excuse for me to visit my friends on Long Island. After work yesterday I shoved my way through crazy amounts of crazy people in Penn Station to see Alyson, Maura and Carroll Anne. Carroll Anne just had a baby so our plan was to pick up some pizza and hand it to Carroll Anne in exchange for the baby. A fair swap if you ask me. When we got there little Tommy was swinging away in his little baby hammock. I could tell he was dying to cuddle on my chest so I scooped him up right away and gave him lots of hugs and kisses and tickled his little baby toes. I loved seeing my friend in mom-mode. She’s a great mom, but she was also a great college roommate and someday, when Tommy is old enough, Auntie Libby will tell him all about the Shenanigans we’d get into.

Large mall Santa + Tiny little baby Tommy = The happiest holiday portrait ever!

One day Tommy will be as smart and gracious as his mom, but right now he’s the spitting image of his dad, Joe. That is not his dad in the photo above, btw. Joe is starting a blog and as soon as it’s up I’m going to give him a little shout out. But till then, he offered some blogging advice to me.

Me: You need to give your blog a tag line, something that will tell people what it’s about.

Joe: What’s yours?

Me: I don’t have one. I’m just Follow the Wife. It’s easy to say at parties. Follow the Wife. Just Follow the Wife.

Joe: I think you need a tag line. How about “UnaVEILable.”

That really cracks me up.

I have two questions for you today: 
1. Do I need a tag line? Let’s hear some more suggestions. 
2. Do you have a husband who travels for work? How does your routine change when your man is gone?

Keeping a Honeymoon Journal

On our honeymoon, I kept a journal of our experiences. Each day I’d write about what we did and saw. I included names of restaurants, beaches and parks and I described people we met while we were out. I tried to put as much detail into each entry so that when we read them back we’d remember the little things that might normally be forgotten. The journal isn’t anything fancy—it’s actually only a word document on the laptop we traveled with. But I’m so glad that I kept it. I found the journal a few days ago while I was searching for something else and really enjoyed reading it back. I hadn’t forgotten much about our trip, but having such detailed accounts of our days really helped bring our vacation back to life. And on a chilly, errr freezing cold December day, it was exactly the escape I needed. Here’s an excerpt from the day we took surfing lessons in Maui.

“Today was our honeymoon special surfing lesson. I was a little nervous, but mostly excited. Keith told me the lesson came with champagne, so how hard could this be? We started out with a great breakfast at Longhi’s. It was a pretty, black and white café right on the water. Keith had delicious mac-nut pancakes and I had a quiche. It was the fuel we needed to surf!

So we arrived at the spot, which was literally a dirt road off a somewhat major highway. Hmm. We applied SPF 30 while we waited for a sign or something. I wasn’t sure. Eventually a woman pulled over, she was the photographer. (What?!) She handed us a bottle of champagne. It was warm and we had no glasses—guess we’re drinking it after! Then she led us down to the beach to meet our instructor, Sharkie. When I heard Sharkie would be teaching us to surf I imagined a typical Hawaiian “dude” Who said things like, “Cowabunga” and used the word “knarly” to describe everything. I was wrong. Sharkie looked like a surfer, he was pretty mellow and relaxed with long salty blond hair. But he didn’t say, “Cowabunga.” Oh well. We asked Sharkie right away, what makes a good surfer. I thought he’d say balance (check), agility (check) and flexibility (check). He said patience and acceptance. Maybe we won’t be so great at this. Sharkie took about 10 minutes to teach us all the moves on the beach. Most were similar to yoga, which I kind of know how to do. Then we hit the waves, or the small ripples in the water that were passing for waves that day. (See photo above.) That’s where Sharkie says acceptance comes in. We were going to give it a try after all, so acceptance (check).

We paddled around a little and chatted with the Shark Man. Then all of the sudden, he’d be like, “go, now, paddle!” and I’d paddle, but I wouldn’t get anywhere and then I’d feel the wave take me, but it was really Sharkie pushing me into the wave. And then I’d practice my yoga move stand up technique, and I was surfing. Keith was really good, he has a nice wide stand that impressed Sharkie. We both got up on our first try and I’m pretty sure we both fell on our second. After the third we were feeling pretty good, but the waves had died out.”

See that. Not only did I give you an awesome tip for your Honeymoon, I also gave you a rad little surfing lesson, too! Now you’re more than prepared for your next beach vacation with your honey.

Has anyone every kept a log or journal from one of their vacations? Will you try it on your next trip?

Mr & Mrs' First Christmas Tree

Was it just me or did that weekend speed by in record time? December weekends have that quality, I think. Lots of running around, but when we get to run from friend's houses to family dinners, I can't really complain. Yesterday Keith and I cut down our Christmas tree from his mom's yard—our first as a married couple. When Keith was a kid, his family planted a bunch of Christmas trees. Now there is a veritable forest back there and I think it's so exciting to not only cut down our own tree, but cut down a tree that my husband helped to grow. That Keith and his green thumb!

Our tree: before

Cutting down your own tree is easier than I had imagined it would be. Hauling it onto your car and strapping it down is another story. Of course, we didn't think about tree transporting in advance so we were left with only two bungee cords and some twine we found in the garage. We also didn't have that nice netting that trees from Christmas tree stores come in. You know, the ones that make them nice and slim and easy to strap down. Nope. Not us. We had a big old tree, tied down with some twine. It was a Clark Grishwald moment.
I forgot to snap a picture of how hilarious our car looked with a giant tree on top. Probably because I was very distracted by the fear of it falling off and getting run over by a car Modern Family style.

 

Our farm-to-table tree!

Not to worry. We got the tree home and inside in one piece. We even got it into the stand and relatively straight (with the help of some magazines) before half time ended. And then we decided that was enough holiday magic for one night and we'd rather watch Dexter than decorate it. (I do not regret that decision.) Tonight it's tree trimming time and I've got lots of pretty ribbon and white lights. I'm even going to attempt this invitation ornament DIY. Whoa! Wish me luck.

Readers, are we the last to get our tree this year? Tell me about your first Christmas as a Mr. & Mrs. 

Real Wedding: Alyson and Chris

Hey there friends. Guess what I’ve got for you today? Another real wedding. That’s like three real weddings in a row. I’m so good to you guys. This time I packed some more info in because as much as you love looking at pretty pictures, I know you also like cold hard facts. So I gathered up a little bit of both.

This real wedding is pretty special for a few reasons. One: The bride is extremely detail oriented, a little skill she picked up in her job in public relations. Basically, she’s super bride and I think you can learn a few things from her. Two: She has a great love story that will make you get little butterflies in your tummy when you read it. Three: I was in her wedding. (Scroll down, you’ll see me in there. Don’t worry, I’ll point myself out for you so you don’t miss me.)

Now, I am going to turn this blog over to Alyson:

Describe your relationship with Chris. What makes you perfect for each other?

Since Chris and I met when we were young (both 19!), I think we have a pretty unique relationship. We didn’t do the dating thing, no one asked the other to be exclusive. Heck, I don’t even remember who said I love you first (although Chris swears I said it first)! And I think that’s what makes our love so unique, because we never focus on what happened in the past; We focus on what’s coming in the future. We look forward to our “first’s” together. And why are we perfect for each other? Well, that’s easy, I mean we are both absolutely beautiful and ridiculously smart. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating a little (except the smart part, Chris really is a genius!). Chris and I have made it through our ups and downs, our good times and our bad times, and we still maintain an incredibly fun and loving relationship. To me, being perfect for each other is not what you have in common, where you shop, what TV shows you watch, or what sports teams you like to watch. It’s certainly not your popularity, and it’s definitely not your financial or social status (Ahem… Kris Humphries). It’s about love, and how your love has grown. No matter what may happen, I know how far Chris and I have come. We have an amazing time together. We laugh, we cry, we fight, and we laugh some more. It’s not about where we are, or who we’re with, it’s that we’re with each other. And that’s why we’re perfect for each other.

Tell me about the proposal. I’m not going to lie, I wasn’t really shocked when Chris asked me to marry him. We’d been talking about getting engaged, even went to look at rings. And when I would pressure him to pop the question (c’mon ladies you all know you secretly couldn’t wait, even if you didn’t “pressure” him), he’d just say something like, “it’s coming soon…” Soon is not a specific date. I wanted a date! Fast forward to May 2010. Chris and I had a vacation planned to Bermuda. We had his parents drive us into NYC, where we embarked on what was to be a VERY memorable vacation. The whole morning Chris was acting a little strange. He had his hands in his coat pocket, and he wouldn’t let me get close to his coat at all! When we first got on the ship we checked into our room, and immediately went to lunch. After lunch Chris wanted to go up on the top deck to watch the boat leave NYC and watch the sunset. Now, let me just tell you that it was the COLDEST May ever! It was like 35 degrees on May 9. All you New Yorkers know that’s really cold for that time of year. So I told Chris I didn’t want to go up. He begged, pleaded and told me it would only take “2 minutes” and we went upstairs. That’s where it happened. I cried, he cried. It was a beautiful moment that I’ll never forget for the rest of my life.

What did you love about wedding planning? EVERYTHING! No, really, everything! I work in public relations so I plan events for clients ALL the time, but never for myself. This was an event for ME (and my DH, of course). I loved calling vendors, and talking to past, current and future brides about ideas. I even joined a public forum to talk about planning. I loved being able to let my creative juices run wild!

What part of planning your wedding was the hardest? Probably deciding where we wanted to have the reception. Chris and I went to like 15 places before we decided on Giorgio’s at Fox Hill. Originally we wanted a vineyard wedding. That was scratched when we found out we’d have to spend $10,000 on a site fee alone, and that didn’t even include food or booze! Then we thought a mansion, but most of them were just so old that they weren’t very well kept. Almost like you were sacrificing something just to have beautiful pictures. Then we went, on a whim, to Giorgio’s. We were recommended by our friends parents and we just fell in love immediately. It was the best of both worlds—small vineyard on the property, brand new courtyard for the ceremony, and a golf course (Chris really wanted that because he plays golf). The food was amazing and the hall was beautiful. We still, three months later, have people raving about it. I couldn’t be happier with my choice!

(There I am! )

Any part about the process surprise you? The fact that Chris was so involved! He really wanted to take ownership of things, and I love that he wanted to help! He dealt with the band, the florist and the photographer! And he even helped me with other vendors throughout the planning process. He was a great help and he really added to our special day.

How did you incorporate your personality into the event? Did I mention that me and Chris are fun? We decided to show our fun personality by creating untraditional versions of tradition wedding elements. For example, our guest book was a basket of keys and we asked each guest to “share your key to a happy marriage.” We also incorporated both of our heritages in our favors—a martini shaker with a recipe for a our signature drink (French martini since Chris is French) and inside we included 5 Jordan almonds for the Italian tradition of “health, wealth, happiness, children and a long life.” Family is very important to us, so we had a huge display of family pictures from both sides. My bouquet was wrapped with a bracelet that my grandfather gave my grandmother, and my earrings were my grandmother’s sapphires that my mom reset for me as a gift. That was also my “something blue”. Other little things we had were a cigar and cordial bar with my dad’s favorites of both, a dessert station to satisfy Chris’s sweet tooth (kind of a contradiction because he’s a dentist), and the most important detail was our favorite cover band play. Having them added our fun personality to the reception since they let us choose the exact songs we wanted to hear throughout the evening. That was the most important, and favorite, detail!

What is your favorite memory from the wedding? Ah, so many to choose from, but I would have to say that above all, my favorite part was when I walked down the aisle and Chris was waiting for me at the end. We looked at each other the whole time I was walking down, and I could tell we both were overwhelmed with so many beautiful emotions. 

The funny thing is the ceremony is what I spent the least amount of time on, and in the end, it wound up being the most important and favorite memory for me. The double rainbow that appeared after we said “I do” didn’t hurt either!

Was that enough questions? Ok, you're done. But leave any other comments here: I think that’s it! You really covered everything with your questions. Overall it was the best day of my life, and I can’t wait to have more “best days” with my husband and life partner.

 

What to see more? Check out the wedding video here

And a big THANK YOU to Alyson for sharing! XOXO

All images by Patken Photographer courtesy of Alyson Joubert.

Venue: Giorgio's at Fox Hill

Flowers: Weddings by Flower Michele

Cake:  La Bonne Boulangerie

Event Planner: Christine from A Piece of Cake Events

Makeup: Danielle Minnella

Band: Joe Bachman and the Crew

Videographer: JCastillo Films

Bride's dress: Romona Keveza

Bridesmaids: Alvina Valenta

Rockin' Real Wedding from Laurie Rhodes Photography

Today I have some more real wedding inspiration for you. This event is coming to you courtesy of the lovely Laurie Rhodes. She shot Laura and Max’s rockstar-themed wedding at the Hudson Theater in New York City and I’m thrilled to share it. Did you hear what I just said? This wedding takes place in a theater! I’m a number one fan of unique event locations and this one takes the cake. What more, while snapping photos in Times Square onlookers actually stopped to ask if the bride was Lady Gaga. (See above!) She’s gorgeous. Have a look:

Photography: Laurie Rhodes Photography 
Flowers: Designs by Rose
Venue and catering: Millenium Broadway Hotel (Hudson Theatre),
Cake: Jason Ellis/Top Tiers

Do you love this wedding (and the amazing venue) as much as I do? What is the coolest wedding venue you have seen?