This summer I had the honor of doing the wedding flowers for one of my oldest friends near our hometown of Winston-Salem, North Carolina. Aba and I have some pretty great high school memories of eating our lunches together in the art room, dressing up in wacky outfits for our many sleepover photo-shoots, and also being the very worst two players on our high school basketball team. I think that our combined playing time was a total of 6 minutes the whole miserable season, after which we took the hint.
Aba met Adam on the dance floor, naturally, as Aba is 200 times better at dancing than playing basketball. (She is also a talented poet, writer, and currently teaches at NC State University, my alma mater). They are both competitive swing, lindy hop, and balboa dancers competing and teaching all over the country, and they are damn good. The pair of them are a sight to behold, both on and off the dance floor, and I couldn't be happier to see one of my dearest friends with a man who treasures her as much as I do.
So, in late June, in North Carolina, it is hot. And truly, I love the heat. I love wearing shorts and tanks and flip flops all day long into the evening and I love all of the birds and bugs and lush greenness that happens in the thick of a NC summer. But then there was this very intense thunderstorm- which would normally have me out on the back porch sipping a glass of wine, enthralled and content to feel my smallness surrounded by its heaviness and noise- but this time was different.
This time I lay on the basement floor facing the ceiling in complete darkness because the power went out and with it the A/C- the very thing I was relying on to keep all those many beautiful flowers from wilting and dying before sweet Aba's wedding day. I yelled, tried to pace the dark room but ran into furniture, lay down on the floor, said a silent prayer and just stayed there in the dark for I don't know how long.
The power eventually came back on and all was well. Another floral disaster averted.
Aba and Adam's art deco wedding at the Winmock Barn was an absolute delight and was captured expertly by Adele Lee Photography. A jazzy string quartet, beautiful people, the Mint Julep Jazz Band, extraordinary dancing, Granny's speech, and my personal favorite: ¨Sisters¨ from White Christmas, performed first by Aba and her sister Anne, and then by Adam and his best man. If you don't know what I'm talking about, go watch White Christmas right now. (Or you can cheat and watch the clips that I linked above.)
If you haven't visited NC, it's a very special place and I hope you find your way there eventually. Bluegrass, cicadas, barbecue, Blue Ridge mountains, fireflies, wrap-around porches, sweet tea, real diners, the Outer Banks... California has my heart now, but North Carolina will always feel like home.