Something borrowed, something new. Something old, something blue. Somewhere in between 74 antique mason jars, seating charts, squat marathons, hotel blocks, cellists in Florida, waxing, bleaching, tanning and plucking - the traditional "somethings" slipped my mind (imagine that). Not my husband's though (here come two major "awww" moments). The Night Before (one year ago, today) Rehearsal [...]
Adrianne Buckley 