I know it’s been a few weeks, but my head is still in the clouds πŸ™‚

So no, I can’t stop talking about the wedding just yet.

The last post I created had zero photos or videos of the wedding, ’cause I was tired after hiking several miles with Buddy. Now’s the time to truly catch up on life, in general.

First I wanted to share videos from the actual ceremony, in order, courtesy of my madre:

And also, here’s the first dance/parent dance video:

Mom posted videos of the scenery, the alter aside the river prior to the ceremony and the moment just before Matthew caught the bouquet.Β I’m so grateful she filmed the aisles which held photos of us growing up on each side: Keegan’s photos from his younger years through college on the right, with my photos across the aisle on the left.


The processional begins with Here Comes Your Man by The Pixies, followed by Radiohead’s House of Cards, and last but not least, my walk to Landslide by Fleetwood Mac. Afterwards we exited to At Last by Etta James–something I had dreamed of playing at my wedding since I was a little girl. Between the bubbles, the music, the smiles and all the “congratulations”, I broke down momentarily after the ceremony, overwhelmed with such joy and gratitude to be surrounded by our biggest supporters–our closest friends and family members.

The music we chose couldn’t have been more symbolic in terms of describing our relationship. We are anything but traditional, and I still feel emotional reviewing these tunes. Pixies is one of Keegan’s favorite bands, and we both share a strong, mutual affection for Radiohead and Thom Yorke. And who can argue with Fleetwood Mac? Lord knows it struck a chord if Gabe shed a tear.

With that being sad, here’s a few of my favorites photos from our big day (and by “a few” photos I mean like 20):

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By far the best rehearsal dinner I’ve ever attended
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Lovely bridesmaids πŸ™‚ Love these girls
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A glimpse of our private party at The Parthenon
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The hubs, the parents and myself
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Half of Keegan’s family
I love how Nichole’s sporting a “Bridesmaid” headband that I made for each of them
A gorgeous palette of soft lavender hues
LOVE how these turned out πŸ™‚
DIY Success πŸ™‚
Our precious alter before the chandelier was lowered
So rustic, beautiful and ethereal
Selfie right before I got in my dress
Groupie with the bridesmaids right before we walked
My absolutely stunning maid of honor
My new favorite pic with my dad
Ryan lookin’ all serious
Shout out to Kimmi for getting this shot, love it!
I don’t even know who took this one, but it’s beautiful πŸ™‚
My number one fav
Loved working with our professional photographers
It took some sneaking around to get these photos, but we did it πŸ™‚
LOVE this one πŸ˜€
These guys are the best!!
We go waaaay back πŸ™‚
A hodgepodge of friendships through the years
Awwww πŸ™‚
Had to πŸ™‚
My favorite hair stylist πŸ™‚
And last but not least, here’s about half the guests all at once
The lovely river beside the alter
The charming Readyville Mill πŸ™‚

Wrapping up life in Nashville feels like the closing of one chapter and the beginning of great things to come. The only odd occurrence that happened recently mirrors the stalking incident fromΒ April. So I’d like to be blunt for just a moment.

If you’re creeping on my page, I will put your ass on blast. First, it was Feldhaus Trophy Taxidermy from South Dakota “liking” my photo comment in April (which is probably my husband’s psychotic ex-girlfriend), then someone named Breeanna Mai decided to follow me on Instagram and delete her account a few hours later (same name as Keegan’s ex), THEN Murna London liked my canning photo this morning. Why is this “certain someone” creeping on my page with her mom’s account?! How pathetic is that?

When I opened a Facebook account in 2006, I had no idea how my social media presence could influence other people’s behaviors or cause them to follow my lead. The fact that someone out there takes time from their day to see what I’m doing–especially those that don’t like me–is hilarious!

It’s bad enough our neighbor copies my gardening routines and regimens, but stalkers reading my posts after so many years is such a loser thing to do. And creeping on our engagement process eludes to a lack of satisfaction in current relationships. It’s amusing but sad and pity-worthy.

So yeah. Anyways! Life is pretty much good.Β We traveled to Bonnaroo after the wedding (me, the seasoned vet with SIX newbies), but I’m saving this fun-filled adventure for a post unto itself. We made it back safely, then Keegan immediately dove into house-hunting in Colorado. He’s out west and won’t return for nearly a month, since he has to take a training and set up his classroom. But between his sister and our friends in Fort Collins, he’s couch-surfing till he finds us a place to live. I love putting my trust in my husband as we take this journey together. It’s attractive and romantic how Keegan took the reigns, and I have no doubt he will find us the perfect place to live.

Since Keegan left, I’ve conquered beau-coups of red tape in an effort to change my last name. I received a new driver’s license yesterday, placed an order for a new social security card today and changed my last name on my bank account. I’ve also updated my e-mail address and several social media sites, including my WordPress. Here’s a few links to my updated information:


Instagram.com/chattycat and Nashville_Hipster_Etsy


Youtube.com/cathylaws (a work in progress)

Between applying for jobs, leaving my current position, and hanging out with friends, time is flying by. At least I started canning this week, which is something I’ve wanted to conquer for years. It’s like taking my gardening skills to a whole ‘nother level. The pressure cooker/canner turned out to be one of the best gifts we received. It’s fun to experiment and try something new.

I’m sad to see our roommate go, but Caitlin (my bff for life) is moving in Greg’s old room this weekend. We are SO excited that someone we actually know is taking over the rent. When we visit Nashville during the holidays, I expect to stay in our house for at least a night or two.

And last but not least, Keegan’s last show at Foobar was epic. Felt like the end of an era. We made countless friends through that scene, many of whom we will miss dearly. Here’s a link to the Nashville Scene’s flattering write-up:


I’ll write about Bonnaroo next time, but for now I’m reading several unfinished books and breezing through all my beauty samples. I’ve come to enjoy the small things in life, and returning to self-care as a top priority makes me feel good.