Our dreamy Irish wedding (part 2)
And now I want to tell you about my late Uncle Alex. He was my father’s kid brother, a childless graduate of Harvard who was an honest life insurance salesman in Indianapolis. He was well-read and wise. And his principal complaint about other human beings was that they so seldom noticed it when they were happy. So when we were drinking lemonade under an apple tree in the summer, say, and talking lazily about this and that, almost buzzing like honeybees, Uncle Alex would suddenly interrupt the agreeable blather to exclaim, “If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.”
So I do the same now, and so do my kids and grandkids. And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, “If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.”
- Kurt Vonnegut
My ensemble: Sarah Seven via A and Bé Bridal Shop. Shoes: Charlotte Olympia. Earrings: Kate Spade. Hair: One of my best lady friends. Makeup: I bought a bunch of overpriced face paint from Sephora and then caked that stuff on myself. Bouquet: Adonis Flower Designers. Thom's suit: Made-to-measure Ralph Lauren with help from Chris Mascitelli at RL Cherry Creek. Shoes: Allen Edmonds. Photography: The wickedly talented Alison Vagnini (who we absolutely adore). Officiant: Noel Cassidy. Ceremony venue: Devenish Island (where the Cassidy Clan originated) (we were the first wedding on the island in over 100 years!). Prelude: The National, Animal Collective, Stars, etc. Processional: Beirut's Postcards from Italy. Recessional: Daft Punk's One More Time. Biodegradable confetti: EcoParti. Ferry: Erne Tours. Bus hire: Dualway. Reception venue: The Winding Stair. Reception arrangements: Stems from Adonis Flower Designers, arranged by my lady friends. Hooray banner + cake topper: Little Dovie. Cake: A boozy Irish number, made by me. Afterparty: Streets of Dublin. | #hooraythomash
Big thanks to Susan B. for being my strong arm, in Ireland, in the months leading up to our wedding (I really couldn't have done it without you, lady), to the Police Service of Northern Ireland for surprising us with a celebratory cruise around the island (my hair will never be the same), and to our friends and family, who traveled great lengths to celebrate Thom finally making an honest woman out of me. We love you, we love you, we love you.