Jacqui and Wyatt met while Jacqui was working at The Library Alehouse in Santa Monica, Jacqui’s hometown. Wyatt came into the restaurant when he met his future wife and asked for her number. Jacqui has never given her number to anyone before, and while she couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, there was something about Wyatt that just felt right to her. She said she even had a feeling she would marry him the moment they met.
The couple’s spring wedding was both romantic and intimate. Looking back on her wedding, if there’s one piece of advice Jacqui would give to future brides, it’s to accept the fact that everything won’t be perfect and that’s ok! What she says your day will be is YOUR day and you can’t do it wrong solely because it’s your wedding.
Here’s a look at the Real Wedding of Jacqui and Wyatt and how their wedding was a reflection of them as a couple.
All images courtesy of George Street Photo & Video.
We’d already been together for seven years by the time we got engaged, so we honestly weren’t even sure we’d ever officially get married–one of the things that made it so incredible when Wyatt actually asked me! It was just a regular night. We were getting ready for dinner and a movie at home. I had already gotten my comfy clothes on, so you can imagine how surprised (i.e. slightly cranky) I was when Wyatt suggested that we take a walk to the beach near our house, a big rocky spit covered in driftwood. It’s one of our favorite spots, where we usually go when we want to talk.
But on this particular night, it was really cold–it was the middle of winter–so at first I didn’t want to go, and I couldn’t understand why he was so insistent that I put on my warm clothes and go to the beach right then. Finally, I relented, grumpily, and we hiked up through the woods and got to our usual spot–an enormous, silvery driftwood tree–just as the sun was setting. We sat there for a minute, just taking it in. My fingers were going numb, and I considered asking Wyatt if we could go home now and eat pizza. Then suddenly, he turned to me and started telling me how much I meant to him, how much he loved me, and what he wanted our future together to look like. As he was talking I slowly started to realize what was happening. My whole world just sort of stopped, and then in slow motion I heard Wyatt ask me if I would marry him, and watched him reach into his pocket and bring out the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. I said yes, of course! We’re both very quiet, shy people, so it was the opposite of a big, showy public proposal, and I loved that. One of my favorite things about it was that there were people around, but he had asked me so quietly that I don’t think anybody really knew what had just happened. It was like a secret just between us, and that made it feel so much more special.
Our venue, the Fremont Foundry, was formerly a real foundry where many of the city’s iron statues and sculptures were made. It had been converted into a gorgeous industrial space with the addition of a giant geometric chandelier and a glass dance floor with ferns underneath, so we carried that theme through the decorations with geometric sculptures that Wyatt made by hand, live air plants everywhere, and tons of little glowing lights.
I hadn’t planned to, but when I got to the end of the aisle with my dad, I asked him to hold on for a second, then went and gave my mom a huge hug in the front row. She is so important to me, and even though it felt right for my dad to walk me down the aisle, I felt in that moment like I needed to acknowledge her as well. Best hug of my life.
Our budget was not huge, so we tried to DIY everything we possibly could. Wyatt made the geometric wooden centerpieces. My bridesmaids and I did all of the flowers. I made the chalkboard signs and the photo booth decorations. I did my own makeup, and my bridesmaids did my hair.
THE WEDDING PHOTOS
Since it was mid-April, we went for a spring palette. My bridesmaids wore coral dresses from J.Crew, and Wyatt got the James Bond treatment at Bonobos, where he was fitted for an incredibly awesome suit with a pastel microfloral shirt and a navy blue knit tie. They even had ties in the same matching microfloral that we gave to all of the groomsmen.I had decided that one of my big splurges would be the dress. But even though I tried on dozens of really pricey dresses, the only one that really made me feel beautiful was this very simple silk chiffon gown from J. Crew. I found a matching cape from Reformation, paired it with my gold crown and my gold shoes, and that was it. I felt gorgeous and dramatic and romantic and ethereal, just how I wanted to feel.
That day is a blur of happiness and I hardly remember it. I know that my bridesmaids came over early in the morning to help me get dressed, and we all ended up sitting in a circle doing each other’s hair, one of my favorite moments of sisterhood. I know that I got so nervous at one point I started yelling swear words to blow off steam, which I think my bridesmaids would have all cracked up at if they hadn’t been worried I was about to go off the deep end ( I was fine, guys! I’m just a salty sailor.). I remember the ceremony, which was so completely beautiful and surreal and perfect. I remember not being able to eat because I was so happy and everyone was watching me. I remember taking over the photo booth with my whole family–those are still some of my favorite pictures of the whole night. And I mostly remember just being more blissed out than I’ve ever been. It was amazing. It made the stress of wedding planning completely worth it.
We hadn’t really planned an after-party–we just decided we’d leave it up to fate. When we left with a few of our friends who were still up to keep the party going, we walked straight out into the middle of Saturday night in the very hip and busy neighborhood where our venue was, still in our wedding outfits. There were people on the sidewalk, people on bar balconies, people driving by in cars and in this hilarious rolling bike bar that tools around that neck of the woods, and every person we saw screamed “CONGRATULATIONS!!”. The bar we’d planned to go to wouldn’t let us in because I didn’t have my ID (this was hysterical since I was in a wedding dress), so we ended up at this deserted bar inhabited by only a few drunk regulars. The bartender blasted the music, and the regulars jumped up and started a giant dance party in our honor. It was honestly the best.
We were together for seven years before we made it official. We’re looking forward to calling each other “husband” and “wife” instead of “boyfriend” and “girlfriend”! We also can’t wait to fix up our house. We’re planning on a suburban homestead with chickens galore.
Photography: George Street Photo & Video | Ceremony and Reception: The Fremont Foundry | Catering: Ravishing Radish | Planner: Afton Vander Pol of The Invisible Hostess | Hair & Makeup: Me and my bridesmaids, with a lot of help from Sephora | Dress: J. Crew, cape from Reformation, crown from Avigail Adam on Etsy | Shoes: Anthropologie | Rings: Scholdt Jewelry Design | Flowers: DIY | Tuxedos: Bonobos | Cake: Sweetcakes by Renata