People ask me all the time why do I make chuppahs? Good question, right? When we got married we planned on incorporating jewish traditions and jewish customs into our wedding ceremony and of course we would have a chuppah. But I'm a designer, and just a wee bit picky. I had a really hard time finding a chuppah that matched the vision of what we were going for in our upstate wedding. I wanted it to be personal, not to frilly for me and fit in with our upstate vibe. So being the textile and vintage hunter that I am I started digging into the family treasures stowed away in basements and attics from any family member willing oblige in my frenzy. It became a family hunt. I was presented with gorgeous victorian table clothes that were too large and too delicate. small pieces of textiles that were too colorful for me and then finally something looked just right. It was a table cloth that had been cross stitched by my soon to be mother in law and her mother. It was perfect. This tablecloth that had been used for shabbat, had been made with care and love by my husbands family and it would represent our new Jewish home.
So, all the planning, and designing of this day made a lot of room for anticipation. But what I was not considering was how I was going to feel. Odd right? Yeah...I was so wrapped up in the making of everything that when I finally reached the chuppah and stood under this table cloth with my best friend I was bowled over by the emotion of it all. This Intense moment of love that was pouring out from the people around us, who all shlepped up a mountain and gathered together for us. Standing there with Jeff. It was a lot. And then I looked up and saw this beautiful chuppah. It just brought it all together for me. It grounded us in this crazy beautiful moment. And forever I will be able to see the image of the chuppah and feel the magic that was that moment.