I’d known about this wedding for nearly a year, and hardly anyone was more stressed than I, except perhaps the bride (kidding). Why, you ask? Because it was a very English wedding thrown by a very classy, English family, and my monster noggin does little to accommodate hats (and don’t tell me I don’t look like I have a huge head, because it’s true! I swear it! On top of that, a horse mane full of hair that only accentuates the situation). I don’t know what I thought was going to happen if I didn’t find the perfect headpiece—would I be denied admittance after traveling so far? Still, I didn’t want to test that theory. Fact: I went to every vintage store along Haight Street trying to find the perfect hat or fascinator—I didn’t even care if it matched my dress; I just wanted something, anything, that fit—and nada. So I returned home defeated, at which point my crafty fiance, owner of the sewing machine and hot glue gun in this duo, said, “why don’t I just make you one?” So SVV called his best friend, Danny, who is the most resourceful, helpful and kindest individual I have ever known, and of course he had boxes of peacock, plume, etc. feathers he had collected through the years—why wouldn’t one have a stash of such in his garage?—that were ours for the taking. And thus, Project: Make Kristin a Fascinator was set in motion.
And make me a fascinator he did, with a beautiful peacock feather he trimmed down as the piece de resistance.
A few hours later I returned from my errands to find the final product ready for the wear. Behold, why I’m marrying him:
Isn’t my fascinator just fascinating? And if you’re wondering why he doesn’t have his own Etsy account, you’re not the only one. We’re working on that!
I was afraid I was going to be the only feathered gal at the wedding, but many of the attendees who actually flew over from England had some sort of dead bird on their heads, as well (though none were as elaborate, tall or homemade as mine…boo-yah!). SVV even went as far as to carry my hatbox down to San Diego for me. Isn’t he a gem? (And no, he’s not pissed off here because I made him carry a sunflower hatbox—in fact, he offered to do just that!—but rather completely and totally knackered from our 4:45am wakeup call.)
(Tell me this picture doesn’t remind you of that scene from Dirty Dancing…”I carried a watermelon!”?)
The best weddings are the ones in which you have a whole posse of friends attending. This one was no different. Out of the 60 in attendance, there were seven of us from the Bay Area who flew/drove down for the occasion, and one Jemima who jetted out from Charleston in her “fertile cow” state (her words, not mine)(let’s just say, she’s at the halfway point in her pregnancy and simply looks as if she consumed a big Thanksgiving dinner).
In an effort to respect the bride’s and groom’s wishes, I won’t post any of the actual wedding pics until they’ve had a chance to do so from Down Under. So enjoy these snapshots of us attendees in our wedding wear, and pics and videos of Holly and Sean: The Big Day will be up in the coming weeks. Until then, get distracted by these GQ models instead:
Aren’t they lookers? In the four years, one week I’ve known him, it’s only the second time I’ve seen SVV don a suit—which could explain why we had to look up a tying-a-tie tutorial online (and none of us ladies had the slightest clue how to do so either, for shame). Simon, too, looks like he was born to wear one.
Brody Jenner would totally approve of this photo. Bros 4 Life!
Clearly, we weren’t the only ones who found them HAWT.
Moose must have thought so, too; that’s why she color-coordinated to match him. Hey, if I have to share my beau with someone, I’d like it to be a gal as lovely and charming as this!
Oh yeah, I got a brief shot with him, too. It was difficult to pin him down; the dude was in demand.
The Best Dressed award surely went to Miss Leah…or Daisy Buchanan as she channeled for the day. Even sans Wombat, she was radiant—and even managed to enjoy her night off her motherhood duties. I wish I didn’t have such a mammoth head so I could wear a hat this beautiful!
I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun at a wedding in my life…and this was before the reception even began! I can’t wait to share more once Holly and Sean have done so themselves. Congrats to the lovely pair for finally making a 13-year union “official!”