Another weekend, another friend wed. In the heat of a Houston, Texas summer day my dear friend, Tiggy (I know…best name ever), married her college sweetheart, Jimmy, in a beautiful ceremony. They kissed, they dined, they drank, they danced; it was a fairytale affair. It was also the perfect excuse for a reunion weekend with our closest college friends, as both bride and groom went to school together and it was one of the few times all of us Spring Hill Badgers, both girls and guys, have been reunited post college. Needless to say, the weekend was filled with joy, tears, tears of joy, and about every emotion possible mixed with a dash of karaoke in the wee hours of the night.
I donned the girliest, ruffled, pastel pink dress I could as it was so fitting for the wedding of the girliest, sweetest bride, whose sorority color happened to be just that. It was made of a light weight, airy fabric, breathable enough to be comfortable in the blazing heat. The asymmetrical hem gave it a bit more edge, paired with cage sandals made slightly more feminine by the flowers of chiffon on each ankle. Swathed in tiers of gauzy fabric that rustled in the gentle breeze, I stepped outside onto a balcony overlooking the city at sunset and twirled in the thick Texas air.
I danced all night, while singing at the top of my lungs. It was the perfect evening with old friends, and a wonderful start to a happy marriage.
Photos by Pete Stevens.