May 30, 2010 | Clearwater Beach, Florida
On Sunday, my beautiful sister-in-law Rosemary married her beau, Adam at the Sandpearl Resort on Clearwater Beach. I was a bridesmaid, so this little photo essay is missing many pieces. I apologize. Still, some of you asked for some behind-the-scenes shots, so here are a few. I think you’ll agree with me when I say Rosey is one breathtaking bride, Adam is one happy fella and the Sandpearl is one swank venue. Enjoy!
My beaming in-laws and their beaming daughter.
It takes a village to raise a wedding dress.
Jillian (on her knees there) is a bridesmaid extraordinaire. She can fix a bustle in .08 seconds. If this had been a Nascar race and Rosey had been a driver, Jillian would have led the pit crew.
Love the beading on her dress. LOVE IT.
You know how in the movies when a bride walks down the stairs and her family and friends cry because they’ve never seen her look so stunning? Rosey was one of those brides.
The ambiance of the wedding in two words: tropical storybook.
Rosey and Adam stayed in their own private suite on the beach. And this was no beach bungalow. It was a two-story house with full-length windows and electric shades.
The best moment of the night came when my in-laws requested the song Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) by Edison Lighthouse. It was totally unexpected and those of us on the dance floor just naturally joined hands and formed a giant circle around Rosey, as Adam twirled her around. I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about it. I’ve never seen a bride look so adorable and blissful.
Grandpa Ra basks in the glory of air conditioning.
The flight of the bridesmaids.
The unique slanted beading on this dress had a subtle princess quality. It glimmered in the sun.
The Scarlett O’Hara moment.
The paparazzi moment.
The coming-down-the-stairs moment.
Miss Leilani gets her ‘do done.
Jillian and Kristin with bouquets that could brighten any room.
“Every girl needs a strand of pearls.” – Leilani with pearl-less me.
My husband wore his corduroy TV jacket to the dress rehearsal. It was 88 degrees out.
The view from the Bardi balcony. Not too shabby, eh?
The view on the way to the spa, which I (unfortunately) did not patronize during my stay.
The groom lounges poolside while the women primp. Stress? What stress?
My sister PK, drinking something fruity at the cocktail hour.
I was in love with the cake-cutting lighting and even more so with the orange wall. It gave the photos a funky retro vibe.
Congratulations Adam and Rosey! Your wedding was an absolute delight. This beach bum bridesmaid is so, so happy for you.