It’s 10:30ish PM, and I’m in my most shockingly unattractive-but-insanely-comfortable orthopedic work shoes, on a dance floor, and quietly but very openly singing plus losing my mind to the Tory Teasley Band. It’s the night of Travis and Ariel’s Carmel Valley wedding, I’ve been hanging out with the most amazing wedding party + guests all day, and while I should be tired from being on my feet for 8+ hours, I’m having the absolute time of my life, kind of don’t want to leave, and I still have the undying urge to tell everyone who will listen about this wedding.
You may remember these handsome faces from this engagement session, and I still unapologetically refer to Travis and Ariel’s wedding as the “unicorn of all weddings”. My jaw basically hit the floor the moment I walked onto the Holly Farm property, and I instantly thought I teleported to a tropical oasis in Tulum or some other destination that we collectively drool over in Dwell Magazine. The retreat-like venue aesthetically speaks for itself, but then add in the abracadabra design touch from Ashley Smith Events, the ethereal, out-of-a-dream floral details from Eothen, the most tasteful rendition of red and green custom suits from Tailor’s Keep (100 points for nailing the most difficult color combo when it’s not Christmas), and finally, the cameo appearance from RAINBOW SMOKE BOMBS (happiest accident that we had all the colors of the rainbow AND the right amount of groomsmen), and then you just get why I can’t shut up about this day.
Travis and Ariel’s wedding included so many personalized, stunningly gorgeous details that are forever etched in my mind, and yet none of it distracted from the main theme of the night. And what I saw on this day even more vividly than the colors in that freaking rainbow picture were two people who absolutely love and respect each other beyond measure, and their marching band-sized group of their biggest supporters, cheering them on in the background as loudly as humanly possible. And THIS is why I didn’t want to leave on this night.
Congrats to these actual hunnies that I’ll never-ever forget. Still laugh-crying over those vows…