Also known as the Del Mar Bridal Bazaar.
Basically, we ate lots of cake and browsed flower displays while photographers, videographers, dj’s, and wedding coordinators threw themselves at us.
(I throw myself at this guy every once in awhile. He likes it. Ssshhh. Don’t tell anyone.)
The day was basically an excuse to take pictures of flower arrangements and steal ideas.
By the end of the day, our complimentary Alfred Angelo bag was chalk full of wedding paraphernalia. Catalogs, fliers, photo booth prints…
Say what you will about the simplicity of carnations, I happen to find them marvelous. Especially when they’re all bunched together like this. It’s the symmetrical part of me feeling giddy.
Okay, I want to find these square, short vases in a pretty gray. It would make my wedding complete. Please tell me if you find them anywhere? Thanks.
It was literally exhausting. And I was hungry afterwards. So hungry, in face, I kind of felt like this guy:
He was hungry enough to eat the menus off the table at Miguel’s. (Can you blame him, though, it’s not like the waiter kept us supplied with chips or the yummy cheese dip all night?)
And, yes, that’s Baby Holz. All grown up and distinguished now, isn’t he? He was gracious enough to loan his parents to us to talk their ears off about wedding this and wedding that after the bridal show. Thanks, B.