It doesn’t get more classic and timeless than this elegant equestrian inspired wedding! “Equestrian?” you ask? Yep – this bride’s background lent itself to incorporating metallic horseshoes and a beautiful black, white, and tan color palette in the classiest of ways. Since her groom proposed at a horse stable, it’s only fitting!
P.S. You won’t want to skip out before reading the bride’s witty rendition of how her and her now husband met, fell in love, and became engaged! Scroll through all the beautiful photos from their day and find it below!
From Elevate Events:
On top of the many gorgeous details incorporated into Molly and Matt’s wedding weekend, above all, the overarching theme of their special day was their deep devotion to each other, with nods to Molly’s equestrian background sprinkled within as well. From the mini pony horseshoes at each place setting, to the classic equestrian colors and magnolia-inspired floral, even to the horse head end tables, Molly incorporated slight but classic nods to her childhood horse, Marty, throughout the day.
Even more thoughtful than Molly’s intentional touches, however, were the family heirlooms and special projects incorporated throughout as well. For example, Molly had Matt’s ring engraved with her grandparents’ pet name, Everlovin’, prior to the moment they recited their vows, Matt’s sister-in-law sculpted their adorable cake topper (where the two even donned the outfits they wore the night they met), and Molly’s father constructed and painted featured items like the lattice structure behind the couple at the head table and “The Best of Times” escort card sign. Lastly, Molly and Matt ensured that EVERY touch was personalized to them, from their “Good Libations” bar menus (a nod to Molly’s love of the Beach Boys), to Matt’s custom tailored suit and Molly’s custom designed jewelry. Not one detail of their incredibly touching day was forgotten.
The story of how Molly and Matt met, written by the bride:
“It all started with an ugly Christmas sweater. Let’s throw it back to 2009, shall we? My best pal + I had just treated ourselves to a girl’s night out at the Nutcracker ballet in downtown Milwaukee as Christmas presents to each other. While the sugarplum fairies were done dancing for the night, we were all dressed up + ready for a night on the town, catching up + shoulder dancing (my signature move). A quick taxi ride later, we found ourselves sitting in booth, in a bar, with no idea that the night would leave me laughing until my stomach ached + wearing a tall, dark, handsome man’s santa hat to complete my outfit.
Matt stood at the bar wearing an ensemble that, on his 6’5” stature, commanded the room. He had hosted his office’s ugly Christmas sweater party earlier that day + was wearing the winning outfit: his mother’s old black turtleneck wool sweater (three sizes too small), that was adorned with a large, 3-dimensional Santa face on the front—an angry, “you’ve been naughty” kind of Santa face, to be clear. All this topped off with a fluffy Santa hat + a whole lot of jolly. At one point we caught each other’s eye. Before I knew it, Matt and friends had joined our booth, and we laughed and matched each other’s level of goofball into the wee hours of bar-close.
Six years later, Matt and I are still weaving our love story and discovering in each other what makes our love so rich and steadfast. Our love is grade-A cuddles, quirk, kindness, and respect. It’s continuous love notes in precarious places, superfluous goofing-off no matter the location, being master sweat-pant-wearing-couch-
On November 15th 2015, Matt and I were up visiting family in my hometown of Oshkosh, WI. Matt kept insisting that we make the short drive to Stoneybridge Stables, the stable where my old childhood show horse lived, to pay a visit to my first love, Marty. Matt knew that the barn was one of my favorite places on earth, a place that gave me solace, the best of friends, priceless family memories, and made dreams come true as I was growing up. After Marty got doted on by us, given an ample helping of apples and carrots, and tucked back away into his stall, I turned to find Matt down on one knee. Matt began with “this is a place that holds some of your happiest memories, and today I wanted to make one more.” I said “YES!” and celebratory alfalfa (for Marty) and champagne followed. I cannot wait for a lifetime filled with moments like that.”