Photodump: Troyssie’s Wedding Weekend

While I don’t have pictures of anything really substantial from Jessie and Troy’s wedding, I do have pictures of a herd of mini horses, Jessie getting ready for the big day, and a pitstop at Havre de Grace, MD on the way home after the wedding.

Super Fast Recap: A Girls Trip to Charleston

Last Thursday, eight of us ladyfriends packed ourselves into two cars and traveled down to Charleston, SC, for a girls weekend celebrating Jessie’s upcoming wedding. We stayed in a beautiful home on Folly Beach with the two most important amenities: a big couch and bathroom space for all of us.

In Folly, we ate dinner at Taco Boy and grabbed rainy day carry-out from Woody’s. I had a pimento grilled cheese (which I intend to perfect) at Blind Tiger, we entertained collegiate nostalgia at The Brick, and rounded out the weekend with an amazing southern meal at Poogan’s Porch where I attacked a bowl of shrimp and grits the size of my head.

We visited the Bourbon selection and tasted classic cocktails at The Bar at Husk. We stuck our toes in the sand, took a historical walking tour of Charleston, wandered through the  Charleston City Market, hunted for the best ice cream, sampled some fudge, judged several versions of pimento cheese, spent a rainy day on the couch, played some games, danced the night away in our matching t-shirts, and sufficiently toasted the bride.

I recommend everything. The whole trip from pre-dawn Thursday to unpacking the car Sunday — perhaps with the exception of some bad weather — was perfect.

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A Hometown Bridal Shower for Jessie Lynn

This weekend, Jessie’s mom and Aunt Missy threw her a bridal shower at the historic Allam House in Kennett Square, Pennsylvania. Mom and I embarked on a little road trip North of the Mason-Dixon to join the party.



The house, built in 1710, was beautiful and quaint and well-maintained. I mean, check out the old stove in the back of the living room.




When Jessie’s mom brought the cake out, I nearly cried. Not sure why — I promise I’m excited for April 27!IMG_1599

Jessie is clearly happiest when filling a plate of food.




I made these recipe cards for Jessie’s friends and family to start filling her recipe collection.IMG_1610

I searched for months for the perfect recipe box, and voila! I’m not telling you where I got it though because they didn’t have many and I need to go get myself one.

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Watching Jessie struggle with Crate & Barrel’s expert wrapping was so fun.IMG_1626

It’s a pitcher!


And a homemade toilet paper cover.


I was working hard to write the most illegible list of gifts for thank-you notes while Momma Reynolds attempted to fill her Gift Bingo card.


Jessie’s cousins constructed the ribbon bouquet for her rehearsal.



A hand made blanket from Mommom.IMG_1707




I’m including this sad blurry picture of us to encourage Mom to send the non-blurry one she took!IMG_1720

After the shower, the light was SO pretty. But of course Jessie was being a jerk about letting me take her picture, so these were my best efforts.

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South of the Border

After talking about it for the past four or so years, Jessie and I finally made the nine-hour drive down to Charleston, South Carolina, to visit her Aunt Stacey. The occasion — Aunt Stacey’s 40th birthday. The cast of characters — Jessie’s mom, aunt and uncle, cousin, and Aunt Stacey’s irresistible little shih tzu Noah.

It was a popular weekend to be in Charleston. There was a 10k which 44,000 people participated in Saturday morning and a festival or two going on, so there was no shortage of tourists in the city. I like to think this is why I didn’t take many pictures during the weekend.

But I did take my camera out when Jessie let me stop at South of the Border on the way down. It helped that Jessie’s mom, Aunt Missy and Uncle Frank had stopped at “the restaurant under the sombrero,” on their drive down from Pennsylvania. When we pulled up to a restaurant under a sombrero and we didn’t know anyone inside, Jessie called her mom exclaiming “there are 10,000 sombreros!” …or something to that effect. It was comical in the moment, and we eventually found them near the giant junk store where I found…

Shot glasses a-plenty.

A sombrero for Jessie and a fly swatter for Troy.

And a giant purple gorilla, of course.

I didn’t buy any fireworks or any of the other things Pedro advertises on his plethora of billboards on I-95. And though it did remind me a little of an abandoned circus in a pretty creepy way, I always love a stop at South of the Border.

We saw what we came to see, filled up on gas and continued on our way through South Carolina.

And pictures of that I will save for another day because it is late and I have not gotten through them all yet.

Sorry, Mom.