Garden House 1820 hosts its first wedding. The ceremony episode is now live! Come see the magic and romance in this amazing celebration!
Though it’s been months in the planning, the past three weeks have been full of must-do projects. To ensure that everything around Garden House 1820 was well manicured and looked inviting for the wedding, we were feverishly working night and day to promise that all looked magical, and, well, perfect for Molly and Chris.
We took down trees. We split and stacked wood. We raked leaves, and designed paths in the shade garden to make sure everything was just so for the wedding at Garden House 1820. No small feat, for sure. But, as you all know, it’s all this attention to detail that I thrive in. I live for it, and am in my element when I’m fussing over the little things, because really, that’s my favorite part.
Garden House 1820 Hosts Its First Wedding
I do have to admit, that knowing that I had to completely empty the garden house to make way for chairs and an infamous aisle, the thought made me twitch. I’m the kind of gal that really prefers everything in its place; exactly where I put it to begin with. But having said all of this in-its-place-stuff, emptying out and starting with new details keeps me in my element. The fine tuning is what I love.
In 24 short hours, we had the garden house completely empty, chandeliers taken down, chairs dropped off and placed, and the outdoor seating beautifully set up within and along the gardens. Though at this point I was ahead of the game, sleep was nonexistent, though I never felt tired.
My friend Peter stopped by to help me arrange the huge charcuterie bowl and for last minute flower arranging. The bar cart complete with signature cocktails was set up and guests were due to arrive at any moment. I had Mac chasing chickens and ducks back from the neighbors yard, and Caroline was tasked with the dreaded job of last minute pooper-scooping. The hose came out to spray down paths, making them look clean and new ( an event designers quick tip ).
As we were arranging the charcuterie bowl, the kitchen was also full of groomsmen, sipping fine bourbon and laughing, while the bride was in my office primping and getting dressed. And, although the time was moving much faster than I wanted, it was enjoyable and cherished just the same. Nerves may have been flying, but there was still a nonchalant excitement that permeated the room.
All the guests had arrived and it was time for the ceremony. The garden house was full of guests anxiously awaiting the bride to walk down the aisle, and to witness Molly and Chris to say I do. At long last……