Vintage Inspired DIY Wedding
August 8, 2014
New England
VintageWeddings in Historical VenuesSummer Weddings
Weddings like this make me happy.  You know the ones I am talking about - they're rich in gorgeous DIY details, filled with love from an awesome (+ talented) group of family and friends and are high on whimsy.  Basically, they're the perfect combination of non-stop fun and pretty, and when they are captured in beautiful images by Jenny Moloney Photography, well... even better.  See it all right here.
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From The Bride...My husband and I love Wellfleet, Cape Cod, for its rustic, natural beauty. We thought Wellfleet would be a unique getaway for our family and friends. Instead of just a single day we could plan a week of celebrations, from picnics at Long Pond, to a beach bonfire, to swimming in the bay. My husband, who grew up in Connecticut, has visited Wellfleet since he was a child and I’ve become very fond of Wellfleet in the past six years since we started dating and visiting the Cape. Because we live in California we had to plan the wedding long distance. This was certainly a challenge, but once we booked Wellfleet’s Preservation Hall for our ceremony and reception, the rest of the details began to fall into place.

The hall, once a church, was built in 1912. Coincidentally, my engagement ring (a family heirloom) is also from that year, so it only made sense that I wear a dress from the teens. Before booking the hall I tried a variety of dresses, from a modern strapless sheath, to a glamorous 40's dress, to a rather gaudy beaded ball gown. After a fruitless search for the perfect dress in antique stores and vintage boutiques I won my Edwardian gown on Ebay for $148. Yep! When I first tried on the stained, wrinkled, but lovingly hand embroidered dress, I felt like it was tailored for me 100 years ago.

With the hall and dress in place, I knew I wanted a lot of rustic and romantic details. My family and friends were there to help, every step of the way. A bunch of family friends helped me assemble the burlap runners and bunting; we had a bunch of sewing parties before the wedding. I made the guest book by hollowing out an antique French novel and binding it with new pages. My father made the doorknob table number holders (we’re keeping the antique doorknobs for a future home). I designed and sewed the wedding mice. The beeswax candles we used in our ceremony were dipped at my bridal shower by my bridesmaids and friends. The chuppah was built out of birch by my father and husband. And, last but not least, my incredible brass crown was created by welder and childhood friend, James Naish.

I’m normally not a smiley person, but from the beginning of my wedding day to the end I was grinning. How could I not? So many people came together to make our wedding day special. Chandler Travis Philharmonic, our wedding band, was truly amazing. If you’re ever in Wellfleet be sure to check them out. I had not one, but two florists, one from Boston and one from the Cape. This is because I originally thought we could buy flowers from a local gardener and arrange them ourselves in all the vintage jars and vases I’d collected. In the midst of a heat wave, arranging flowers would have been a disaster. I’m so glad I let Sharyn Lindsay take over. She’s a true fairy godmother, spreading flower magic wherever she goes. Visiting her Wellfleet garden a few days before the wedding was a delight. The desserts were made by my husband’s childhood friend and owner of the Hartford Baking Company in West Hartford, Connecticut. Our ceremony musicians were friends, including my lovely maid of honor, Laura Weinbach of the Bay Area band Foxtails Brigade. She wrote and sang lyrics to a song my father composed. As for my hair and makeup, after a disastrous appointment at a local salon where I walked out looking like a pageant contestant, my bridesmaids and friends took over, transforming me into a polished version of myself. It goes without saying that Jenny Moloney was the perfect photographer to capture our celebration. When I look at our wedding photos I feel like I’m transported back to that day.

I have too many favorite memories to pare them down to just one. One of those moments was dancing with my father. He swayed like a dancing bear, sashaying me exuberantly across the dance floor. I laughed so hard my ribs hurt. Another favorite moment was dancing with my new husband at the end of the night. The whole band surrounded us, serenading us ever so softly, and around them were all our family and friends. We were completely surrounded, encircled, by love. And a final favorite moment was our midnight swim in the bay after the wedding. I will never forget swimming in my slip, crown, and engagement ring, my husband and a few friends by my side. I felt like a queen, if only for that moment, floating under the moon. After the swim was a rather chilly walk back to our inn, as husband and wife.