All photos in this post by Rochelle Mort: www.rochellemortphotography.com
So as you’ve probably realized by now, Tory and I are the opposite of traditional and not at all superstitious, and our wedding was no exception. We spent the night before our wedding together (gasp!) at the Larkspur Landing in Roseville. It was fun. We watched Rudy on television. Random, I know. I thought that I would have a hard time sleeping that night, like a kid on Christmas Eve, but I slept surprisingly well.
The next morning, Tory went over to his parents’ house to get ready with the boys and I stayed at the hotel. I actually had some alone time which was kind of cool. I was half watching football (yes, we were married on a Sunday during football season, much to Tory’s chagrin), and half freaking out. Slowly, the girls started to trickle in.
First to arrive was my hairstylist, Elli, who I love (Elli, I love you!). She worked her magic on my hair (which I also LOVED). Here she is helping me put on eyeliner. I don’t typically wear eyeliner, so this was a big help.
Applying a 2nd (or maybe 3rd) coat of mascara. I had originally wanted false eyelashes but was too scared to do it on my own. I looked into hiring a pro makeup artist, but decided against it. That was surprisingly one of the hardest decisions I had to make during the planning process – do I hire a makeup artist, or do I do it myself? Who woulda thought?
