And here they are!

The happy, just wed couple at their entrance to the amazing dinner feast. Both are redheads. He is very tall. She wore flats, little gold ones with lots of sparkly rhinestones, very cute. I think she has morphed into Martha Stewart. Hers was a country wedding, MODERN country. There were little flags on every celebrants seat, and the flower girls carried a banner that said "Here comes the bride". Everything printed was coordinated by color and font. The menus that were attached to the napkins (white dishcloths striped in red) with clothespins said "Eat, Drink and Be Married". The cuisine was catered by the groom's mother's catering company, and thrilled even my picky brother, it was sooooo good. I sewed up 22 table runners in beige osnaburg. Coordinating pillows and curtains and flags and pennants abounded. Flowers glowed in Mason jars, succulents in little tin pails. The barn was festooned with row upon row of pennants on rope stretched between the beams overhead, hundreds of them, and cozy seating areas had comfy pillow and throws on the couches behind tables laden with candles and flowers. No cake. We had fruit pies with ice cream. The DJ began with a lot of familiar pieces like "Shout" and "RESPECT", so us old folks got into the mix and everyone danced with everyone. I left around 10, thoroughly tired down to the bone, and with my spirit brimming over for the wonder of my so accomplished and lovely young daughter. My baby is a married woman!