New Mexico Love

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“This looks a lot like Saudi Arabia,” I mumbled as I awoke from my deep sleep in the passenger seat of the Mazda. Drool coated my right sleeve and my now husband glanced over at my matted hair.

In the distance, city lights twinkled, protected by a perimeter of cascading mesas and an ocean of sand.

Spiked green and violet plants lined the cracked highway – a species of plant that looked as if it belonged at the bottom of the sea. A road runner darted in front of our speeding vehicle.

The magnetic city lights were pulling me in – closer to my new home, where I would live for five years.

Nostalgia hit me intensely like that softball that was hurled into my thigh when I played the sport in elementary school. This new home of mine – Farmington, New Mexico – brought me back to my childhood days of playing on the baseball fields and climbing the “jebels” in Saudi Arabia.

Farmington was inviting and charming. The first week I lived in the high-desert I was bounced back and forth, like a pinball colliding into neon-colored prongs and switches, meeting numerous influencers and friends of my husband’s family. It was a whirlwind, but forced me to leap out of my safe shell and meet individuals who have impacted my life over the years.

I wrote for a local newspaper and covered beats that introduced me to topics like the school board, oil and gas and the city government. The idea of sitting in a city council meeting for three hours, rapidly typing on my laptop trying to understand what the acronym “RFP” stood for was never something I dreamt about. But, we all must start somewhere.

One vivid memory that hasn’t escaped my busy mind is when my colleague and I explored the Navajo flea market in the summertime heat.

I jumped into her minivan and waved goodbye to Daniel. My eyes wide open and curiosity sitting on the tip of my tongue, I asked hundreds of questions about the Navajo culture.

After thirty minutes of driving in between mesas and passing hitchhikers on the road, we arrived in Shiprock – a community on the Navajo reservation.

Tented booths sprawled across the sandy floor and turquoise jewelry dripped from the tables like moss that dangles in between branches.

Yá’át’ééh,” an elderly woman said to me, her arm stretched out holding coral and silver earrings.

An uncomfortable smile stretched across my face; I wiped the sweat from my brow.

“That means hello in Navajo,” she explained; the wrinkles tightened around her mouth when she laughed.

In the distance, a dusty yellow tarp protected a dented food truck from the sand blast caused by whirling wind gusts. “FRY BREAD,” was written on the side of the tarp, shouting in my direction and causing my stomach to growl.

“Red, green or Christmas?” The young man asked as I ordered a fry bread taco. Once again, a puzzled look was drawn on my face that made the man laugh. It was the middle of July and “Christmas” was an unusual word to bring it up in sweltering heat.

“Would you like red chile, green chile or both?”

We both laughed together.

“Thank you” in Navajo is “Ahéhee’.” I’m truly thankful for that day; experiencing a culture I only glanced at in tattered, high-school history books. To witness the daily routines practiced by the Navajos was eye-opening and to be immersed in their lives was a humbling adventure.

Another life altering experience I recall was when I interviewed New Mexico Governor Susana Martinez.

“Lauren,” my then boss called from her office.

I walked into the office and she, not even glancing up from her computer screen, said, “I need you to interview Governor Martinez tomorrow.” A request that sounded entirely nonchalant, but made my bones tremble.

“You want me to interview the Governor?” I thought.  “But, I just graduated from journalism school three months ago. Are you sure?”

The next day I gathered my notebook and pens and drove to San Juan Community College in Farmington. Martinez was the keynote speaker at a banquet that was centered on the construction of the School of Energy.

After she spoke, excited and proud citizens crowded around Martinez to take photos with her. Could you imagine if Snapchat was around then? How marvelous would it be to take a flower crown filtered snap with the most powerful woman in New Mexico?

As I patiently stood in the line, I could feel my feet eager to turn and dart away, leaving a cloud of dust as if I were in a cartoon.

The Governor stared in my direction and smiled. “How are you?” she politely asked.

I will always cherish that opportunity because it is a small fragment that has helped build my character and confidence within the last five years of living in New Mexico.

I will deeply miss the high-desert. I will miss the lavender sunsets and mesas that almost appear ghost-like behind the morning mist. I will miss trips to Albuquerque breweries and drives to Durango with my family. But, most of all, I will miss everyone who has touched my life in such a profound, earthshaking way.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

 

 


The End to a Special Era

A piece of popcorn escaped my berry-stained lips and fell to the scuffed movie theater floor. My heart was racing and I nervously sipped my lukewarm water.

“Will it be good?” I thought; perplexed by the mixed reviews. “It has to be good.”

I latched onto my husband’s hand, squeezing him as the lights dimmed and the trailers rolled.

This was the end of a special era for me.  The Pirates of the Caribbean series have pulled on my heartstrings since I witnessed the first movie when I was 13-years old. Captain Jack Sparrow is my old friend who taught me to seek adventures and drinking a bottle of rum in one afternoon may not be the wisest decision.

These thrilling films allowed me to escape for a couple of hours and believe I was a swashbuckler swinging from a rope with a sword flailing from my hand.

This adoration I harbor may seem obsessive or perhaps even slightly insane.

I saw the first film, Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl, four times in theaters – twice when my family was visiting Boston. Because who cares about seeing Paul Revere’s home or where colonials dumped 342 chests of tea into the harbor? My priority was viewing pirates’ raid, pillage, and plunder all while dragging my poor, cooperative parents to watch said pirates.

In all honesty, my parents were happy to watch Johnny Depp stumble down the dock and gurgle his lines because they knew it brought a smile to my face. I remember this clearly because my dad would pass away a year later and this special time is something we shared together.

He allowed me to print off the entire 500-page Curse of the Black Pearl script, bought me two DVDs in Disneyland just in case I lost one of them and for Christmas, he stared at the computer screen for endless hours, aggressively bidding on a photo autographed by my swashbuckling heroes Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom. As you can imagine, I sobbed when I unwrapped the framed photo.

On Tuesday, I tentatively watched the newest edition to the series, Dead Men Tell No Tales, with chills sporadically descending down my spine. The score, oh those brilliant tunes, puppeteer my shifting emotions every single time.

These are more than action movies to me – they are two hour adventures with the original adventure something I shared with my dad.

After the film ended, I brushed away tears and grinned. “Play it again!” I thought. The film was everything I needed it to be.

As we left the theater, the sunset’s vivid colors trapped my attention and I knew dad was there too, sitting next to me in the empty leather seat chuckling at Jack Sparrow foolishly, yet brilliantly lead his crew.

And as I stared into that lavender and grapefruit stained glass sunset I thought, this would be the perfect sky for Sparrow to get lost in and whisper, “Now, bring me that horizon.”


Cottage Hill: Grace Issue // Coletta Wedding

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Photography: Haley Sheffield 

I finally am sharing the below piece I wrote for Cottage Hill, an exquisite lifestyle and wedding publication. 

The storm passed and the charcoal-colored clouds vanished. Dragonflies and butterflies came out to play, dancing among the ceremony space. The heavens opened and sun rays beamed against the gravel aisle as Lindsay slowly walked in between the wispy delphiniums and her beloved guests. Her arms linked with her father’s, Lindsay’s delicate dress gracefully trailed behind her.

She saw Brian standing at the end of the aisle and smiled. The storm passed, her worries of planning the perfect wedding were lost, and the only thing that mattered was staring into Brian’s loving eyes with the purpose of marrying the love of her life.

“It comforts me to know that I have you as my rock…I promise to do my best to do the same for you. This balance holds us accountable to each other and makes us better people together,” Brian said, as he read his vows to his bride.

Their story began 10 years ago, when Lindsay Coletta and Brian Scurr’s eyes locked for the first time. “We were inseparable,” she said.

Brian was an active soldier in the Navy and Lindsay was 20-years old; young and in love with the man who she would marry 9-years later.

On a windy afternoon in April of 2014, Brian took Lindsay’s hand and led her onto the boardwalk at their favorite escape 45-minutes outside of Atlanta, Georgia. He brought up past memories they shared throughout the years.

As he knelt to the ground, Brian poured out his love for Lindsay and asked her to be with him forever. “It was heartfelt and sentimental,” Lindsay explained.

Similar to other newly engaged couples, Lindsay and Brian were giddy and anxious to begin planning their special day. Brian handmade the serpentine benches that staggered up the ceremony aisle and Lindsay meticulously considered details like purchasing hundreds of slate blue crystal candle tapers to adorn the farm tables and antique floral frogs to hold hand-written name cards.

They shared their vision with talented vendors and chose their venue at a secluded estate outside of Atlanta. The estate was tucked between English gardens and an intricate greenhouse sitting at the end of a gravel road.

The greenhouse was the backdrop of the ceremony; a special place for Lindsay because of her love for gardening that is apparent through her floral design boutique she opened in 2013. “I knew I wanted that garden vibe to be tied together.”

The tireless planning and countless details left Lindsay feeling excited yet consumed with an overwhelming sensation. “I was definitely stressed.”

April 19th, 2015, rapidly approached. Ominous clouds rolled over the wedding venue and the faint sounds of tornado sirens were echoing in the distance.

Lindsay and her matron of honor, Julia, arrived at the venue early to finish last minute details. Details such as folding the hundreds of linen napkins, rolling the menus and placing glass terrariums on the tables delicately filled with light pink roses, greenery moss woven together.

“When we pulled up at the venue I started to cry,” Lindsay said, overwhelmed with what still had to be done. “I had curlers in my hair when I was doing the final touches.”

The storm was rolling through and Lindsay’s eye continued to swell with tears. The one person she needed was Brian. “I looked at Julia and told her to call him.”

Brian arrived at the venue and walked to Lindsay; he pulled her into his arms and consoled her as she cried. “We sat on the steps and he told me that none of this matters. All we need to do is get married and be together.”

Lindsay brushed away her tears and packed up the rest of the decorations. She was reminded that this day was about solidifying a lifetime with her true love and the menu scrolls and floral installments were not as meaningful.

“I know now it’s important to not get caught up in the (small) things that may seem important at the time,” she said. “

A few hours later, Lindsay was dressed in her handmade wedding dress – An ivory layered dress that had lace flutter sleeves. Hand painted flowers stained the bottom of her train, a truly beautiful detail that was designed by Brooke Watson with Melanie Brooke Bridal. “I cried the happiest tears when I saw the dress,” Lindsay said.

Her bouquet was filled with soft colored florals; ranunculus, garden roses and clematis peeked through the greenery gently tied together with a mauve ribbon. A bone carved locket was fastened to the stems. Inside this locket was a photo of Lindsay’s great uncle Joe. “My great aunt and uncle raised me.”

Lindsay walked down the gravel aisle with her father, whom she reconnected with when she was older. Brian’s grandfather cried when he caught the first glimpse of Lindsay in the distance, slowly floating down the aisle towards her groom.

At the end, Brian was waiting for her. He held Lindsay’s hands and read his vows; a promise to always comfort her and love her.

“Today, I promise you this. I will be the best husband and father that I can be to you and our family. I will laugh with you in times of joy and comfort you in times of sorrow. I will share your dreams and support you as you strive to achieve your goals. I will listen to you with compassion and understanding, and speak to you with encouragement.”

Brian and Lindsay kissed and walked to a vintage vehicle that was parked on a gravel driveway. They were married and that was all that mattered. “This was such a sweet moment when we were alone,” Lindsay explained. “We were so excited and smiling and talking.”

The receptions was inside the estate; shutters opened and the trickling rain pattered again the window sills. The room was lit by hundreds of candles that reflected an old world feel. The head table was decorated with a long terrarium that was adorned with moss, flowers, preserved butterflies and a hand-lettered scroll that read Van Gogh’s words:

“If there has indeed been a change, then it is that I think, believe and love more seriously now what I thought, believed and loved even then.”

As loved ones raised their champagne glasses to toast the couple, Lindsay glanced over at Brian’s grandparents. They were holding hands and still in love after 50 years.

“I knew then a wedding is about slowing down and enjoying the people with you,” she said. “There were so many tender moments. You can’t go back and repeat these moments if you are in the back crying because someone forgot to put out extra candles.”

A wedding is filled with tender moments; a day that brings together family and friends in celebration of love.  And although the small details are what makes a wedding beautiful, what is even more beautiful is the sole purpose behind a wedding – to marry someone who will comfort you in times of need, love you during your weakest moments and encourage you to chase your dreams.

During the engagement season and then, on the wedding day, “we learned to stick together more than ever and be really patient and kind,” Lindsay explained. “I felt more confident in my relationship with him than anything I’ve ever had with anyone because we worked hard step by step to build what we have today.”

And as the dragonflies skipped through the rose gardens, Lindsay and Brian drove away from the venue, ready to begin their lives together; ready to conquer future storms together and constantly show kindness and love.

Make sure to grab a copy of the Grace Issue! http://www.cottagehillmag.com 

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Short Fiction // Fashion Frenzy

A piece of moss caught onto her silver dress causing her to stumble and lose her Jimmy Choo stiletto. Kate quickly picked up the runaway shoe and found her seat; dead center in the front row. She sat down on the cold aluminum chair and shuffled her ruffled dress around her legs for a more comfortable position.

She opened up her emerald encrusted clutch and pulled out a pen and her notepad. Staring straight ahead – a stripped-tile runway swept across the old, brick warehouse. Dripping from the ceiling – dark moss coated the perimeter of the rusted beams.

“I’ve been looking forward to this show all year,” exclaimed a fiery red-head, who sat next to Kate. Her short hair was tousled and golden highlights jet out the sides. A charcoaled-color eye shadowed dusted her eyelids and thick liner made her green eyes glow.

“Hi – I’m Kate,” she nervously said, glancing ahead. “This is the first fashion show I’ve covered.”

“You’ll be hooked,” the red-head said as she applied a violet stain to her lips.

Fashion Week in New York City is the Mecca of newly released trends. It is the Oscars of fashion and the award goes to the show that is the most-populated and later praised at cocktail parties and religiously written about in fashion publications. Kate was at the hottest “Oscar-worthy” show.

One-by-one the aluminum chairs were filled with sequined dresses and tailored velvet suits. The guests pressed their crystal glasses to their perfectly contoured lips and sipped Veuve Cliquot champagne; a delicacy Kate never tasted when she lived in Kansas.

In the distance, a woman wearing a headset brushed away the sky-blue silk curtains and ran towards the crowd. Sweat bullets formed around her brow bone. She wiped away the droplets but a horrified expression was plastered on her face.

The anxious woman glanced around the room, covering her eyes from the beaming lights. “You!” She yelled, pointing in Kate’s direction.

Uncomfortably, Kate looked at the red-head and then back at the woman that now had her clipboard in Kate’s face. “Me?” she quietly said.

“Come with me.”

The anxious woman grabbed Kate’s arm and dragged her along the stripe runway. She maneuvered through the silk curtain and suddenly, Kate was standing among makeup artists and hungry-looking models.

A handsome man with slicked hair and stunning blue eyes put his hand on Kate’s shoulder and introduced himself. “I’m Jake. Nice to meet you. I need you to model in my show.”

Kate’s puzzled expression forced him to elaborate.

“One of my girls never showed up. We are down one model and I need you to fill in for her.”

The anxious woman returned. “I’m Jennifer – the director of this show.” She held up a floral-print gown against Kate and nodded.

“Try this on now.”

“Attention. The show will begin in five minutes!” The overhead speakers blasted. Kate could hear cheering behind the curtains.

She grabbed the gown. “Where’s the restroom?”

“You need to change right here, right now,” Jennifer said with a scowl.

As Kate pulled up the gown, a team of makeup artists and hairstylists rushed to her side. Powder and hairspray polluted the air.

Jennifer grabbed Kate’s hands and pulled her to a row of towering women. Their cream skin and similar choppy haircuts made them all look related. Kate stood out with her straight, blonde hair. Anxiety possessed Kate’s body and her bronze face turned as white as the models – “there’s one similarity,” Kate thought.

A pianist began pounding on the keys. Then, an electronic violinist chimed in and began playing an upbeat tune.

“Showtime!” Jennifer shouted.

One by one the models floated through the silk curtains. Kate didn’t know it then, but this was her time to shine.

 


The Soul Searching Year

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We all categorize the years we have lived into mental manila folders labeled with the most influential moments we faced that particular year. The year I graduated from college. The year I married my best friend. The year my father passed away.

I have to say almost every year in my life, thus far, I have been able to label it and file it away. But this year has been a challenge. I’m not doing much in my life right now. I sit at home, as an unemployed woman, staring at the ceiling wondering what’s in it for me? Then, as I was binge watching Gossip Girl on Netflix (yes, I know…judge away) it dawned on me – this has been my year of soul searching.

For months, I sulked around the house, over watered my succulent plants and tried to figure out what I was meant to do in this life. And I finally walked straight into my brick “destiny wall,” fell flat on my face and realized what I am supposed to do is something I have been doing for years: writing stories.

This is a frightening truth to testify to the world. I have bounced around as a reporter to a marketing director for a home health agency and then worked as a wedding designer. A confusing and intertwined plethora of career paths I have juggled and switched since graduating college. I was worried friends, peers and even strangers on the street would point fingers and say, “This girl is lost.” And I was lost for some time and, some days, I still feel like my compass is pointing me in a different direction. But what kicks you to the ground only gets you motivated to knock off the dust and move forward towards something great. And to be honest, now, I don’t give a care in the world if I have juggled careers and have been completely clueless about my path in life.

In the past, I have been fearful about sharing my thoughts and written stories with the world. But, as Elizabeth Gilbert wrote in Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear, “Fear is always triggered by creativity, because creativity asks you to enter into realms of uncertain outcome. This is nothing to be ashamed of. It is, however, something to be dealt with.” 

Dealing with this fear was something I absolutely avoided like the plague. I would sit down at my computer and try to write a short fictional story or create a book synopsis, and then would walk away for weeks, convinced no one will read this crap. But, this love for writing is something I can’t give up anymore and it’s time I pursue this love affair.

Elizabeth Gilbert’s words in Big Magic changed my perspective on many obstacles I faced.

  1. The world will always be unfair and there’s no point in acting like a victim and moping around the house. It’s time to pursue your greatest work, even if you have to do it consumed in fear and uncertainty.
  2. Laying on the couch watching Blair Waldorf boss around her Upper East Side minions for the thousandth time and procrastinating on your dream is silly and a waste of time.
  3. It’s time to pursue a creative life even if my work is criticized and unloved, at least I created something that fills my soul.

I have created the LCS Journal as a space where I can share my thoughts, write fictional stories and hone my craft as a writer. I will be writing about whatever comes to mind; whether that is a detailed and cited research paper on why I think French Bulldogs are the greatest dog species, to writing fictional stories about life, love and happiness.

I guess this is me, shouting from the rooftop, that I’m already trekking along my path as a writer. And I know at times, I may be scared to walk along the steep ledge, cross the roaring river and throw my hands in the air, screaming, “I give up!” But, I’m dedicated to this creative life. I want to see what this adventure has in store for me and as Elizabeth said, live “a life that is driven more strongly by curiosity than by fear.”

 

 


Styled Shoot: You Are My Greatest Adventure

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If you told me a year ago I would have a wedding styling business and coordinate and style for Rocky Mountain Bride magazine, I would have laughed.

It’s amazing how things can change for the better within one year.

Years ago, I never had the confidence to chase my dreams. I let many opportunities pass by me because I feared failure. But, this year I have realized – if you fear failure and don’t go after what you want, then you may never reap the benefits and pop open the champagne because you have achieved something great!

The inspiration behind this fall shoot was “love quotes from the mountains.” We worked with an amazing calligrapher from Boulder, Colorado – Jessyca Allen with Bezalel & Babel – who hand lettered a stunning table runner, filled with the love quotes.

  •  “Though the mountains vanish, my unending love will never leave you.” -Isaiaah 54:10
  •  “Together we can move mountains.” -Bev Grant
  • “Love is looking at the same mountains from different angles” -Paulo Coelho
  • “Love is like a mountain that is hard to climb, but when you get to the top the view is beautiful.” –Daniel Monroe Tuttle

Working on this shoot with the ladies at Rocky Mountain Bride was an uplifting and cherished experience. I am so proud with what we accomplished and grateful for the opportunity.

Thank you to everyone involved!

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Photography: Ginger Moose Photography / Styling: LCS Living + Design / Floral Design: April’s Garden / Calligraphy: Bezalel & BabelVenue: Dante’s Purgatory Ski Resort / Makeup + Hair: Mary Beth Livermore, Hair Fusion and Spa / Vintage Rentals: Yonder Floral & Decor House / Cake: Skillfully Decadent Desserts / Dress ShopFelice Bridal / Dress Designer: Astrid & Mercedes / Menswear: Denver Tux 


SNEAK PEEK: Rocky Mountain Bride Styled Shoot

Who wouldn’t want a dreamy mountain setting like this for their wedding day?! I’m so excited to share with you this sneak peek of our styled shoot at Purgatory Ski Resort for Rocky Mountain Bride’s fall publication.

Burgundy blooms and greenery, a beautiful handwritten table runner and small wood mountains graced this table setting on the top of a mountain.

Be sure to grab your copy of Rocky Mountain Bride – Colorado this November!

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Photography: Ginger Moose Photography / Styling: LCS Living + Design / Floral Design: April’s Garden / Calligraphy: Bezalel & BabelVenue: Dante’s Purgatory Ski Resort / Makeup + Hair: Mary Beth Livermore, Hair Fusion and Spa / Vintage Rentals: Yonder Floral & Decor House


Styled Shoot: Summer Engagement Dinner

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It was a stormy, windy day and just as we began to shoot, the sun spilled out behind the rolling hills in Durango, Colorado. The styled engagement dinner was set at Linnaea Flower Farms, a beautiful area tucked in between tall trees and rocky hills.

Imagine this: lavender fields cascading down the hill, a stone wall surrounding the quaint ivory stone farmhouse and fields of colorful blooms. This setting is exactly what inspired the theme of the shoot – a farm-to-table engagement dinner as the sun began to set.

The farm table was adorned with vintage plates and mismatch drinking goblets and the stunning floral arrangements were hand-picked at Linnaea Flowers Farms and arranged by the owner, Marje Cristol.

I wanted the color palette of the shoot to be filled with muted sunset colors and soft touches of white. Behind the dining table was a champagne bar with mixers and assorted fruit pies.

While this was a styled engagement dinner, Hailey King Photography was able to capture the pure joy on our models faces, laughing with one another. It was also a special evening because our “engaged” models, Adam and Jennifer, recently became engaged! Here is their sweet proposal story:

Adam and Jennifer dated long distance for a while until he packed up and moved to be with her in Denver. After living in Denver together for 7 months, Adam bought the ring. He put the ring in a mailbox that Jennifer’s grandfather made for her when she was a child. “It had a lot of sentimental value to me,”

Jennifer’s immediate family met the couple at their favorite restaurant, where she opened the mailbox and pulled out the beautiful wooden engagement ring.

Thank you to all of the wonderful vendors and models who helped pull together a beautiful shoot. It was absolutely a dream!

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Photography: Hailey King Photography / Styling: LCS Living + Design / Baked Treats: Serious Delights Bakery / Floral Design: Marje Cristol, Linnaea Flower Farm / Venue: Linnaea Flower Farm / Makeup + Hair: Mary Beth Livermore, Hair Fusion and Spa / Vintage Table Setting Rentals: Durango Party Rental / Models: Jennifer Picaso, Adam Stigall, Rachael Drozda, Michelle Bentson, Brian Bentson, Kacy Snyder, Tyson Snyder, Daniel Seip


Hesperus Mountain Wedding: Caroline + Collin

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“In true love, there is no mountain too high to climb…”

There is something about outdoor, mountain weddings that are simply mystifying. The cool air and breeze that slips through the aspen tree leaves. The flower gardens and rustic feel that you can’t find anywhere else.

On July 23rd, the sweetest couple and my friends, Caroline + Collin, married at Ridgewood Event Center in Hesperus, Colorado.

The mountains are a meaningful part to their story, because Collin proposed to Caroline at the top of the “14er” Mount Bierdstadt after an exhausting hike.

The wedding venue was a rustic wood building tucked in between fields of flowers and a bubbling creek. Throughout the venue and underneath a tent where the guests ate dinner and danced, wood mountains engraved with various “14er” mountain names were placed –  Mt. Evans, Mt. Antero, Sunshine Peak, Pikes Peak, Mt. Princeton to name a few.

The color palette Caroline and Collin chose was navy, blush, cream, pale green and hints of gold. Her bouquet was filled with garden roses, scabiosa, viburnum berries and greenery.

As Caroline walked down the grassy aisle, arm wrapped around her father’s arm, tears swelled in her eyes and Collin’s expression was pure joy. Their ceremony was beautiful and heartfelt – with laughter and smiles that showed their true love for each other.

Then, the reception – such a blast! Before the toasts, the wonderful photographer, Hailey King, took Caroline and Collin into the flower fields and shot portraits before the sun tucked behind the rolling hills.

The toasts were sentimental and light-hearted and the dinner was a hit. They danced the night away until Caroline and Collin said their farewells and left in an orange vintage car.

This was truly a beautiful wedding that was filled with wonderful people! I had the pleasure of meeting the bridesmaids during the bachelorette party in Denver and they all are beautiful, fun women.

I wish Caroline and Collin every happiness and thank you for trusting me with your special day!

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Styling and Planning – Lauren Seip, LCS Living + Design

Photography – Hailey King Photography

Bouquets, Corsages and Boutonnieres – April’s Garden

DJ Services – Southwest DJ

Venue – Ridgewood Event Center

Catering – Norton’s Catering

Cake and Dessert Bar – Skillfully Decadent Desserts


Bohemian Chic Backyard Wedding: Julie + Bobby

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A wedding is a special and beautiful day for couples as they commit to one another and embark on their journey. But, what is even more beautiful than a wedding, in my opinion, is the renewal of vows.

On June 11th, I had the honor of styling a beautiful backyard wedding for Bobby and Julie, who said their vows to each other again after 29-years. I’m positive tears were swelling in everyone’s eyes, because the ceremony was filled with SO much love and compassion!

The re-commitment ceremony was at their cabin in Vallecito, CO, tucked in-between skyscraper pine trees and a bubbling creek you can hear in the background. We went with a bohemian chic style, with a color palette that complimented the natural beauty surrounding their home.

For the guests? A flower crown bar, river rocks for them to sign and set in a tall glass vase that Julie and Bobby will use to decorate their home, and of course, cornhole toss! There was family who traveled from Denver, near and dear friends, and several adorable dogs running in the backyard – truly an intimate ceremony and reception that was heartfelt and loving.

Congratulations Julie + Bobby!

Florals: Floral Expressions // Rentals: Durango Party Rental // Photography: Lauren Seip