This week Rachel had her "bridals" taken. Her bouquet was absolutely beautiful. I love purple. Perhaps my purple-love stems from my Donny Osmond fan days, and interestingly, it lingers. Purple haunts my closet, my yard, and even my decorating (just one room). I certainly am enjoying the fact that Rachel chose purple as one of her wedding colors.
Purple was my color of choice as well. However, my 1984 purple bouquet was a bit different than Rachel's. To me it was just perfect with its white and lavender roses scattered with baby's breath.
Times have changed. We have changed.
When Travis saw this picture he said, "You guys look weird." He looked closer and exclaimed, "Mom! you had brown hair?!?!"
Ah, yes. Well . . . um . . . don't you know that hair turns blond before it turns gray? He didn't buy it. Smart boy.
It IS amusing to look at our wedding pictures now, but back then, we were right in style. I loved my purple bouquet and I loved (love) the man standing next to me with the purple (lavender) boutonnière.