But the brides are determined. It must be the call of being married in outdoor glory, surrounded by natural beauty. The romance of it all. The vision. The hope for perfection. The dream. Which is kind of what weddings are all about, right?
And so I show up with my harp and play for them.
Many brides are smart and turn their wedding programs
into fans to keep their guests (and their harpist) cool.
And unbelievably, most of the planned outdoor weddings
I've been asked to play for end actually up being outdoors.
Good weather gods. Good.
(I just realized that I've worn that black and white damask-patterned dress to at least two other posted-about events this summer, here and here. And probably several more events that didn't make the blog. I love it. It's the perfect style, the perfect length, has a little bit of stretch and it's indestructible. It washes up beautifully after every event. I wish I had one in every color. But I was sure to wear different shoes to each gig...)