A wedding of a sweet friend is always something you look forward to. When that sweet friend happens to be the closest thing you’ve ever had to a little sister and your college roommate, it’s even more special. I used to joke that Molly was my “muse”. I lost all sense of style once we didn’t live together. (The real reason for this is that I borrowed stole all of her cute clothes.) She was decorating with antiques and dressing vintage when most people our age were shopping at The Buckle (Uh-huh. I said it.) She’s always had a natural way of merging borrowed things with recent finds and pulling it off like Carrie Bradshaw. All of our friends knew her wedding would be beautiful, and it didn’t disappoint.
When Molly came to visit me several months before the wedding, we hit up flea markets to find tea cups, dishes, and vases to use for the centerpieces. She collected old books, spray painted them white, and painted the table numbers on them.
The cocktail hour was outside in a bricked courtyard with snow cones and croquet for guests to entertain themselves.