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When David asked me to marry him, I said, “Yes, as long as we don’t have a wedding.”  

Although I enjoy other people’s weddings (I watched for hours when Kate and Wills married, eagerly awaiting the kiss), I’ve never wanted one myself.  To be the designated center of attention is torturous to me—I feel an intense responsibility to make sure anyone celebrating me is wildly happy to be doing so.  Also, the idea of pulling together a gorgeous, moving, plush event seems way beyond my abilities. 

David suggested that we have a small ceremony and include only our families. We had a five-month-old, Ella, and I had a five-year old, Maddie, from my first marriage—he thought it would be nice for them to participate in more than a drive to city hall.

We struck a deal: The family-only wedding could fly if all I had to do was show up—it would be his to execute however he wanted.  David’s brother, Ira, was thrilled with this idea and immediately joined David to plan the assembly of 26 people, a rabbi, flowers and food.  It was very Frasier and Niles.

Of course nothing in life goes as planned.  What seemed like a charming affair verged on disaster as fussy baby Ella acrobatically threw herself off my shoulder, my breast milk came in and dripped onto my stomach, and a cell phone conversation was carried on as the rabbi slowly talked his way through the many-millennia-long history of Judaism.

To read the details of this wacky handmade wedding, go to: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/red-room/jessica-anya-blau-all-you_b_1228414.html?ref=weddings

Huge thanks to Gina Misiroglu, Huntington Sharp and all the other sexy married and unmarried twenty-nine-year-olds at Red Room for placing this story on Huffington Post!

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What a brilliant account of a wedding!

Personally, I detest weddings, and decline invitations as often as I can get away with it.  In England, they are over-long, over-emotional and generally rather dull.  Also, you can't choose where you sit, you you end up next to a person you have little in common with.  

When I was getting married, twenty years ago and fresh from graduation, my fiancé wanted 1,000 guests in Durham Cathedral.  I wanted friends and no family.  I also told the clergyman there were to be no hymns sung (I love music too much to hear is butchered by amateurs on what is supposed to be my perfect day).  In the end, a compromise was reached.  30 people in total, in our college chapel (a tiny 1,000 year-old building), no hymns, Vaughan Williams and Widor on the organ, and a finger buffet at the reception, so people could circulate.  I instructed the ushers to offer tissues to all the guests just before the ceremony, should they wish to follow the weeping at weddings tradition.  As my future ex-husband and I cut the cake, the knife got stuck and we couldn't budge it.  It turned out we were holding the blade upside down.  

As I paraded down the aisle, in my white dress, and saw all the faces stare at me adoringly, I was suddenly grabbed by a comedy moment, and pulled a funny face.  It was caught on camera.  My husband never forgave me.  

May I wish you, David and your children much, much happiness!

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Thanks for reading!

Hey Katherine,

What kind of funny face?  Would love to see a picture of that!

All best to you,



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Funny Face

I went cross-eyed and stuck out my tongue, I think.  The photos are somewhere is storage.  

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What a delightful story!

I read the HuffPo article and giggled all the way through. I could envision your hubby keeping a straight face, and the loud Aunt in the background (sounds like my Dad's side of the family)! All the best to you.

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Hi Michelle

Thanks for reading the article!

I'm sure you have a lot of good stories about your Dad's side of the family!

All best to you!