The excitement in Scott’s account of his perfectly planned summer camp engagement and his love for his sweet wife Janna is almost too precious for us to handle. Our team is ecstatic to bring The NotWedding to Savannah for the very first time and couldn’t be happier to celebrate these two. Janna and Scott will be tying the NOT at the 1st Savannah NotWedding tomorrow!
I bought Janna’s engagement ring over two months before the proposal while she was on a summer mission trip in Mozambique, so I was anxious and more than ready to get the ball rolling when the big day finally came around. Janna and I spent the night at my parents’ house in Woodstock on a Friday night, and decided to drive up to Dahlonega the next day in celebration of dating for a year and a half (that was the cover up). After a wonderful lunch in the square, I suggested we take the two-mile drive to Camp Glisson to see a few camp friends of ours and just to spend time together at our favorite place.
After we arrived at camp, we hung out with our friends for a bit before I asked Janna if she wanted to go on a walk. I took her to the chapel, and we walked up to the stage. I turned to her and said I wanted to take her on a trip down memory lane in honor of our anniversary (remember…the cover up!). I pulled an envelope out of my backpack with “Chapel” written on the front. She read the letter inside, which reminisced upon a memory we shared in the chapel during our last summer working together. At the bottom of the letter was a compliment to Janna that correlated with that specific memory. I then took her to eight different locations around camp, stopping at each place to give her a marked envelope with a letter inside. Each letter had a new compliment at the bottom as well as all of the previous ones. Some of the locations included the pool (where we first met), the dining hall porch where I would flirt with her, and my old cabin B1 where I prayed fervently about pursuing Janna for a relationship.
Unbeknownst to Janna, as we were walking down memory lane, my friend was setting up a surprise for us back at the chapel. Janna and I made our way around camp, and returned back to the chapel. I had Janna close her eyes as we opened the big wooden doors together. Tea candles lit up the center aisle as well as the altar in the front, and there was a bed of daisies (Janna’s favorite flower) in front of the altar. She looked at me through tears and said, “What is all of this?” We held hands and walked down the aisle together. I turned to her, said a few things that neither of us remember, dropped a knee, pulled out the bling bling, and asked the most amazing girl in the world to marry me. Luckily, she said, “Of course!”
Best day ever, y’all.
Photos: Personal | Lesley Kerr Photography _________________________________________________________________________________________
We hope that you are planning to join Janna and Scott as they renew their vows tomorrow at the very 1st Savannah NotWedding at The Mackey House. There is a small hand full of tickets left – you can grab yours online here!
We always love taking The NotWedding to new markets, but Boston, you were better than we imagined. Despite the freezing cold winter weather, vendors and guests showed up and showed off! It is with great pleasure that we share the event highlight from the very 1st Boston NotWedding.
If you have not been able to join us for a NotWedding event yet, we invite you to scope out the rest of our 2014 schedule and get in on the fun yourself. If you are a wedding vendor and wish to be involved in this fabulous adventure, apply now to join the NotWedding family.
These two writers and love birds really need no introduction – their witty story and infectious smiles say it all. We are pumped to celebrate Lagina and Chris as they tie the NOT at tomorrow’s 2nd New York NotWedding!
Sitting at a dinner party in my former roommates apartment with several other couples and one other single woman was not my idea of a stellar Saturday night. Earlier that day, I spent money I could not spare to have a “professional” makeup artist load my face with spackle while he twerked to the hits of the mid 2000s. We grew close over the next forty-five minutes as I told the makeup artist why I was there–later that night I was going to see my ex-boyfriend at a dinner party. When he proudly shoved a hand mirror in my face so I could admire his work, I saw a stranger staring back at me and a clock assuring me that I was late as usual. Fearful that I would not receive my complimentary mini lipgloss, I bit down hard on my tongue to avoid informing this artiste that he should stick to tawdry dance moves–his only true talent–and raced off to Brooklyn. Hours later, I sat silent, as everyone shared stories of traveling and graduate school. I have never lacked for an anecdote in these social situations, however, the empty chair across from was me was a glaring reminder that my ex-boyfriend had failed to show up. I had foundation running down my neck for no reason at all. Just as I thought the party could not get any more painful two guys showed up with lots of beer.
Despite being handsome, obviously interested in me and laden with beer, I instantly disliked Christopher because I was clouded with anger. So, I spent the evening giving him the cold shoulder while chugging his beer and becoming chummy with the other single lady. The party ended and Chris and I sloppily walked to the subway. As the train barreled down the tunnel he looked at me with a mixture of hope and fear–an emotion I would not see again until our wedding day–and asked for my phone number. I obliged because I was tired and could not think of a fake one. The train doors opened and I expected him to follow me on but he declined. He wished me good night and promised to call the next day. That night I traveled home even angrier than I had been before: did this fool just leave me to ride the subway by myself?
When Chris called the day after I was taken aback. I thought all men had the same rules when it came to dating in New York City: never call when you say you will. He even remembered that I was hoping to become a yoga instructor (ha!) and thought we should take a class together. After accepting his offer I hung up the phone promising myself that under no circumstances was this man going to become a love interest. To assure that we didn’t get up to any funny business I asked my roommate to text me after the class to say something bad had happened and I should head home. Throughout yoga I tried to relax and focus but wound up swallowing laughs as he tried to manipulate his sweat drenched, six foot frame into the poses. I could not believe he was such a good sport about the whole thing. While we were packing after class I kept checking my phone for texts that did not arrive. Halfway through our sushi dinner I realized that not only was I never going to trust my roommate again but that I was in the company of the most delightful man. Dammit.
After four moves, three years engaged, two cross country road-trips, and one French Bulldog we settled back into the city where we met to start our lives as husband and wife.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.” Our day is pretty grey and dreary today, and this talented group of vendors managed to put a big smile on our face with this styled shoot. Savannah photographer, Stephie Hicks, cultivated this group to present a cheery surprise engagement shoot – she shares some of her thoughts on the creative shoot idea below.
“We wanted to put together a fun and celebratory shoot – and a surprise engagement was perfect for that! Following the lemon and lime, bright sunshine theme was important to us and all of the vendors involved really went above and beyond to make it a success.”
The Not Wedding is a bridal show alternative in the form of a big, fake wedding. "Wedding guests" are brides-to-be who enjoy an emotional ceremony, a tasty dinner and a dance-party reception while truly experiencing the wedding vendors in action.