seasonal wedding



 "Wouldn't it be nice to live together, in the kind of world where we belong?"

The prospect of writing another post about Pink Cameron seemed unlike us. After all, we would be writing on the mess we are still sifting through, the mishaps and, yes, even a few miniature triumphs. But our lives are more than farming and renovating a camper—schedules be damned. We were brainstorming on what to write about this week when it hit us: if we had kept our original schedule, we would be getting married this weekend.

"Maybe if we think, and wish, and hope, and pray it might come true.
Baby, then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do."

Instead, we have been married five months. If you're new to our blog, the abridged version is this: We were on a long drive, listening to The Beach Boys' song 'Wouldn't It Be Nice', a song that would change the course of our lives. By the end of the car ride, we had decided to bump the wedding up five months, giving ourselves just five weeks to craft a day about feasting: on food, on communion with loved ones, and on choosing to enter willingly into an indelible union. As if it were a dream, everything just happened as it should. 

Beloved family & friends traveled on short notice from several countries, and states ranging from California to Virginia, to surround us with love. Bouquets made of kale and rosemary, table settings of rose hips and scotch pine, a boutonnière & a nature wand (carried by our Godson Isaiah, pictured above) — these were a few of the provisions foraged from Ohio's wintry landscape the week of the wedding. The playlist that Mark had spent weeks crafting song by song, in order that it may all flow together, did not even come on until midway through our celebration.

But when the infectious rhythm of Jumpin' Jack Flash filled my parents retro basement, bringing everyone to the dance floor, it recalled one of my most special memories. Six years ago, my Uncle Jay surprised my sister and her husband at their wedding by playing that song on his bass guitar. Scleroderma would soon take his life, but in that moment everyone was alive . . . very and totally alive. Six years later and dancing to the same song, tears poured down my cheeks and I laughed at how absolutely present Jay was in the room. I suspect his four-string, adorned with pride on the basement wall, was vibrating.

" . . . You know it seems the more we talk about it,
It only makes it worse to live without it.
But let's talk about it.
Wouldn't it be nice?"

Our nascent married life has been nice, albeit challenging. Rather than pampering and readying ourselves to walk down the aisle this week, we are unloading & stacking hundreds of hay bales in the barns at Consider Bardwell Farm and Wayward Goose Farm. We are catching the field mice who keep finding their way into Pink Cameron (see why we decided to take a week off from camper posts?). We are missing home, but also find ourselves pursuing the rustic & enlivening lifestyle that we were dreaming about when we listened to that Beach Boys song back in December. All things considered, it seems that we have been rewarded heartily for deciding to go with our guts. More than just our guts, though, it was that we chose Kairos time over Chronos time. Kairos is the 'supreme moment' in ancient Greek, understood in the Catholic and Orthodox church as God's timeline. Chronos is chronological time. Take it from us: choose Kairos.

If our wedding were happening tomorrow, given what we know now, it would be the single best day of our lives. Instead, January 16th was. If no day is ever as good as that one, it would be very, very alright. Incalculable joy was moving through both of us that day, from morning until night. I cannot see how a joy so monumental could exist again, but hell if I'm not open to it!




One month married, and the living is the best it's ever been. We are newlyweds, but it feels more like a kinship—a best friendship—that we were always intended for but waited four years to dig into fully. We have arrived and the view is supreme. I have finally compiled a list of the makers and loved ones who were involved in our wedding day, from start to finish. It is certainly inconclusive, as no wedding can be felt in full, merely described.

The ringsDana Ofir, an Israeli maker who seems to be a truly wonderful woman, custom made our wedding bands to match my moonstone engagement ring (which she also made). 

The shoes — We emailed back and forth with The Sabah Dealer to order our matching shoes. Handmade in Turkey, each pair has a little handwritten initial inside indicating who made them. You can read a little more about our feelings in this Instagram post from Sabah.

The earrings + necklace — My mama-in-law gifted me the moonstone earrings, and the fish necklace was a gift from my Uncle Kostas while we were in Greece.

The kale bouquets & flower crown — Karen Geiser, of Karen's Garden, is the local flower grower we worked with to make our kale bouquets. This post explains my experience. I made my flower crown using dried baby's breath that I'd had since college, dried hops, and dried lavender. 

The dress and veil — My dress was from BHLDN and was altered by my artist Godmother. She added in seven pin tucks (the stripes near the bottom of the dress) and hemmed the sleeves to create a point. My slip was vintage. My veil was made by traditional mantilla seamstresses in Spain, and was purchased through The Mantilla Company out of Cleveland. 

The suit and tie — The suit came from Jos. A Bank, and the tie came from Land's End.

Our herb girls + nature wand bearer — In lieu of flower girls, we had herb girls! Our nieces, Hazel and Frances, sprinkled lavender, bay leaves, scotch pine sprigs, rosemary and thyme down the aisle. Our nephew and Godson, Isaiah, carried our rings tied on a nature wand made of a scotch pine branch and rosemary.

The brunch + desserts — Fully catered by our very close friends at Local Roots. Hard to overstate how delicious it was. It was a feast. On realizing it was fully vegetarian, we picked up a big variety of cured meats from our local butcher shop. Desserts were lovingly made by all of the best bakers in our family. The coffee was El Recreo Estate by Oak Grove Coffee Co, our favorite of theirs. For toasts, we had a case of prosecco from Trader Joe's.

The makeup + skincare — My skin is hormonally dictated despite my greatest efforts. Morning and night I used Young Living A.R.T. cleanser and toner and YL's V-6 oil as moisturizer. I used one drop each of YL's Frankincense and Lavender oils in the morning, and one drop each of YL's Geranium and Cinnamon Bark oils in the evening. I ate (and eat) one clove of raw garlic every day, and for the 10 days leading up to the wedding I did a facial steam with one drop of YL's Tea Tree oil in boiling water. For makeup, I used Bare Minerals, Mary Kay, and Axiology lipstick. My skin felt wonderful and I would encourage any bride to go the natural route.

The venue — We were married at St. Mary of the Immaculate Conception Catholic Church in Wooster by our beloved priest and spiritual mentor. We celebrated with 70 of our closest at my parents house.

It was heavenly.

all photos by our photographer, Chrissy Galloway, and our best friend, Andrew Enslen.
—M&S (Spigos!)