If someone could tell me why my email is acting like a complete and total spaz, I would seriously give you an amazing treat. Not like a pat on the back. An actual delicious and enjoyable reward. I spent more than an hour yesterday re-organizing 243 emails. Emails that I had already put in their designated folder and yet somehow managed to sneak out and take up shop in my inbox. Even today, I’ll delete an email and five minutes later it’s right back in the inbox like I never sent it to the cyberspace graveyard. Duplicating efforts ain’t my style, folks.
Speaking of sneaking out, some of my favorite memories from my childhood are wrapped into the time I spent with my cousins. We were pre-teens and couldn’t think of anything being more exciting than sneaking out of her house to roam the rough streets of Hudson in the middle of the night. We took all of the necessary precautions and devised a plan. We put in “The Little Mermaid” on VHS, set the volume at the proper level to drown out our escape techniques, secured her dog Oreo and stuffed the bed full of pillows to make it look as though we were hiding under the covers. We knew exactly where the motion detectors were and knew how to avoid them. We knew the consequences of our actions. But we also knew there was no possible way anyone would find out.
We carefully lifted her bedroom window, stepped onto the porch and quietly made our way down the stairs. As our feet reached the pavement, we blasted full speed, running up the driveway and into freedom. It was a rush of excitement. The first taste of doing something you shouldn’t be doing and loving every minute of it. We probably spent a whopping 15 minutes walking up and down the sidewalks of Hudson before we realized there was actually more to do inside her house than out. Proud of our success, we fell asleep that night with sneaky smiles plastered on our faces.
We also fell asleep with paint on our shoes. Unknown to either one of us, her parents had very recently re-painted the front porch and in the bright sunlight, the evidence was undeniable. Tracks from our tiny Keds mapped out exactly what we had done the night before.
It wasn’t the last time we snuck out or did something silly. And it certainly wasn’t the last time I did something to jeopardize someone’s trust in me. It was my first lesson of many with trust. Lessons I’m continuing to learn now. Trust is such a fragile commodity. It’s cultivated and nurtured over time and only takes one wrong move to destroy. Or in this case, it just takes one step in the paint.
You can’t trust everyone. Sometimes you can’t even trust yourself. But here’s something you can trust. Kim and Matt’s wedding at the Stockroom in Raleigh was nothing short of amazing. Look at her glowing face. And look how big she’s smiling. I like to think it’s mostly because of Matt but perhaps a tiny bit is attributed to the fact that Kim was relaxed and free-spirited because she trusted me to do my job. Kim’s handmade “LOVE” marquee sign inspired me to acquire one of my own that has now been used at multiple bridal shows and weddings. And don’t even get me started on the lace backdrop. It was gorgeous. As always, I adored working with Brett and Jessica and find their moments captured by photography to be perfection.
Be sure to check out the incredible pictures from their special day. Keep in mind, Kim now runs the cutest online shop where she sells some of the products featured at her wedding as well as other custom prints and handmade cards. It’s called “Darling and Dear.” Check it out. It’s adorable. Trust me.
Ceremony & Reception: Stockroom 230
Photography: Brett & Jessica
Coordination: Orangerie Events
Catering: Simply Delicious Catering
Rickshaw: Crank Arm Rickshaw
Florist: Eclectic Sage - Heather Miller