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Fly the Love Birds

With a weekend at Biltmore mansion and Asheville this week, and a weekend in Myrtle Beach and Charleston, SC next week, I decided it is imperative to blog about some other travel I've done this winter since coming home from Europe last fall. 

 Oklahoma is first in the queue because this was the trip my baby sister got married. According to her wishes I'm not allowed to ramble philosophically about her wedding, but here's the deal, when it's a baby sister marrying one is at least allowed to be sentimental. Who wouldn't be?

Photo by Grettagraphy

Charnelle and Matt got married at Dresser Mansion in Tulsa, inspired by Tuscan Renaissance style and a back-in-the-day speakeasy. It has trapdoor from the ballroom down into secret cubby holes for the servants to quickly hide the liquor should the police raid the party, and a house well designed for Oklahoma's dry heat. Now a beautiful mansion used mostly as a venue it has so many corners and windows and cool details that make one stop to ooh, and ah. I liked it because it looked like Toscana and everything was homey, despite the fact that it was obviously a wealthy home. Aside from that it had some details worked in like wood harvested from King George IV's private forest, renaissance art collected from around Europe, and a satisfying personal library in the basement - with window seats and quirky art. 

Photo by Grettagraphy

This day was lovely, and special. We hadn't had a family wedding in three years and this was my last sister to get married. If I had let one tear escape when she came down the aisle I would probably have actually for-real-cried right then and there instead of the usual picturesque tear or two, however in the interest of the occasion and mascara I held back (oh how many women have been saved from public displays thus). I'm not usually a public weeper but something hit me hard that she was getting married a to good man who loved her unconditionally, and she him, and it nearly set me off. I think it felt like Dad looked in the picture below, which by the way is his patented emotional and happy look. 

Here's all of our family, more or less looking at the camera. 

Forgive me, Charnelle. 

Photo by Grettagraphy.

Photo by Grettagraphy

The court yard was lined on two sides with enormous rosebushes. The kids played in the back and had some grand times. 

Photo by Grettagraphy

Lorene. She singlehandedly coordinated the wedding and decor, and is a talented wedding stylist. Plus, she happens to be one of the Eby clan and as we always say "Eby does it." 

Photo by Grettagraphy

Photo by Grettagraphy

The house has a grand staircase. 

Photo by Grettagraphy

Caught!

Photo by Grettagraphy

It was a blast to see Harmony again. We've been friends for years, and have done everything from picking lice off kid's heads at a Guatemalan orphanage to s'dipping in cold Michigan rivers (shh, our mothers don't know about that one yet). This girl is the salt o' the airth. 

Photo by Grettagraphy

Photo by Grettagraphy

Speaking of the salt of the earth, there seemed to be a lot of those in attendance. 

Photo by Grettagraphy

Photo by Grettagraphy

Photo by Grettagraphy

Photo by Grettagraphy

Photo by Grettagraphy

Photo by Grettagraphy

 It was the best kind of day: a wedding, family and favorite people, beautiful place, premium food, light and breeze, and the presentation of Mr. and Mrs. Dueck. 

Fly the love birds. 

Photo by Grettagraphy

Photo by Grettagraphy

Please, go check out Grettagraphy's work.. She blogged about Matt and Charnelle's wedding and has all kinds of fantastic pictures posted.  

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