Did you know Sarah, the woman behind the beautiful flowers of Saipua, has a more mysterious and darker side?? Check it out below…
No time like the impending apocalypse to stage a memorable wedding celebration. I joke. Sort of.
As much as I love a sweet country weddings replete with mason jars of wild flowers and vintage lace, I personally long for a darker sort of magic. A crystal rubbing, spell inducing, hypnotic frenzied sort of fête. Do you think my mother will still come?
Guests arrive at the foot of the mountain 2 days prior. There, they abandon their cellphones, their blackberries (ain’t no cell phone service atop magic mountain) and find their designated pack mule ready to ferry their camping supplies and their Alexander Mcqueen gowns to the top.
I’ve been camping at the top of the mount for weeks, along with a pack of wild dogs and my personal masseuse. In this time, I’ve carefully constructed each guests natal chart, which will serve as the place card at the feast table.
Nicolette and Jill have arrived with buckets and buckets of salmon and red oriental poppies, black hellebores, ranunculus and friends. They set up a fairy tent where they work their flower magic. Oh, and I want a hair crown.
The ceremony is at midnight, so we feast first. Tables are set under the stars with giant antique velvet linens that drag on the dusty ground. We have Marlow and Sons preparing a pit fire roasted lamb. We’ve got casks of wine. Bobby is there capturing guests, their heads thrown back in mid cackle. And the Cocteau Twins singing acoustic. Surprise! They reunited for my wedding!
Wind picks up and it signals an outfit change. My handmaids and I rush to my boudoir tent and start to bedazzle ourselves. I walk down the aisle to this: Clara Rockmore’s theremin performance of Saint-Saën’s “The Swan”
Lighting Strikes! The Clock Strikes Midnight!
We’re married and the dancing begins!
Post by Sarah of Saipua
