Margot + Matt's Blissful Catskills Blast

A fabulous dress. A laid-back chic bride. A terrific dance party, COME HELL OR HIGH WATER.

When Noa sent these photos my way, I knew instantaneously this was my kinda wedding. (Bonus Points: Margot is a reader. I mean, OBVIO.)

Here's what she had to say about her blissful celebration-in-the-midst-of-a-hurricane:

I had never been the kind of girl who imagined fantasy weddings in her head, but during the 16 months that my now husband and I spent planning our August Catskills wedding, I succumbed to the romantic impulse. It would be intimately casual, gloriously colorful, righteously soundtracked, botanically lush, wildly celebratory, and sundrenched with that golden end-of-summer light.

As it turned out, we pulled off all of those things--except for the last one, the one category that we could not control. And, I’m not just talking about an overcast sky or one of those passing showers. That’s right, folks, we had an uninvited guest that we never once could have anticipated and her name was Irene. Needless to say, in the days leading up to the wedding, as I maniacally checked Weather.com and Google News, I was devastated.

On the morning of the wedding, the sky was blue. We watched the clouds drift in and out all day. Passing showers came and went. We were hopeful that that bitch wouldn’t end up paying us a visit, after all. And then right before our bus of guests was scheduled to arrive, an apocalyptic downpour hit and she was here.

Yet, the show went on and our friends and families --all of whom made great sacrifices to be there for us, despite knowing that Mama Nature would likely be throwing a wrench in their travel plans and schedules--showered us with love as infinite and strong as the rain and wind swirling around the pavillon that contained us. Later in the night, we all danced like there was no tomorrow. (For many, that tomorrow involved early morning hotel evacuations and/or maroonings.) In hindsight, I credit Irene with uniting us all, giving us a reason to revel with that much more excitement for the reason we were all there together.

So, it wasn’t perfect. But it was still perfectly us. And we still got married and we still had a blissful blast, hurricane be damned. Plus, how many brides can truly say that it was a wedding no one will ever forget?

♥

Photos by Feather Love Photography. (There are tons more gee-orgeous photos from Margot + Matt's wedding up on her blog this morning.)

p.s. Margot, we all need to know. Is that the Thakoon Addition dress? But with better sleeves?? What's the story?