There are times when the word "vintage" is so loosely used to describe an event, that it ceases to capture its cardinal meaning. Mack and Veronica put their backs to the ocean and and their hearts before all in a romantic endeavor that was as much a slapdash of soft pinks and mint green as it was a moxy saunter through another time. This wedding had the sort of imagery that fills a little girl's heart and eyes as they dream of their wedding day far off in the distance. Vintage vendors placed one of a kind personalities on every single place setting leaving no two alike. Veronica had a dress daring that "enchanting foreign lace" be its decided-upon origin. Wafting the afternoon breeze you found endless streams of homemade varietal pie tagging along, and circling above and below were the sights and sounds of floor-stomping Arabic music that testified loud and proud that these two already huge families just became that much larger. Congratulations Mack and Veronica!
