She Didn't Do Blush and Bashful — Mary Claire & Chandler
Mary Claire didn't do blush and bashful.
She did hot pink. Magenta. Roses down to the floor — in the chapel at The Stone Barn, on the sixth of December, while the world outside was brown and bare.
There's a version of this wedding that plays it safe for winter. This wasn't it. Every choice was deliberate, from the hot pink tapers standing in the centerpieces to the garden roses cascading off the end of the table and down the side of the cake. Leanne made the room look like it didn't know what month it was.
It carried through everything. Hot pink satin pajamas for the morning. Ombre cups stacked on the bar. "Best Day Ever" koozies in a basket by the door. And on the dessert table: funfetti cake, salted caramel churros, and almond champagne — which is not a combination anyone would guess, and was exactly right.
The bridal suite was theirs all day, mimosa bar and brunch included. Somewhere between the getting-ready and the grand entrance came the moment we watch for at every wedding: the bride walks out, and her girls forget how to breathe. The flower girl looking up in that photograph is the whole day in a single frame.
Then the part that isn't on any timeline. At some point during nearly every reception here, Ke$ha's Timber comes on, and the bride and groom end up behind the bar with our team. It started years ago. Nobody planned it. It just keeps happening, and it's become something like a Sainte Terre rite of passage.
Mary Claire and Chandler did not miss it.
And then out to the field at golden hour, in December, in Louisiana, where the grass had gone gold and the light did the rest.
Every wedding at Sainte Terre includes your planner, florist, chef, photographer, DJ, cake designer and day-of coordinator. One team, four meetings — not forty.
Photography by Lauren Rinaudo Photography.
Florals by Botanical Occasions.
Cake by Sweetie Cakes.
Coordination by Sainte Terre.