c olor-happy polychrome-addicts are gaining prestige on the wedding plain, but that doesn’t mean white’s been knocked into ho-hum-hood. Honestly, white weddings will never be white-bread because they’ve got the elegance and grace of a thousand doves in crème-colored tutus. Admittedly though, this classic non-color could use a little help traversing over into modernity. A tug in just about any direction, (back to the retro, ironically; forward to the faddish, obviously) and a loosened grip on polished perfection is all your crisp, white wedding needs to become stylishly whimsical.
s ome girls were just made for earmuff season: rough and tumble gals sledding solo long after everyone else has traded in nose nips for electric blankets, snow bunnies at their peak of cuteness when all apple-cheeked, frosty-lashed and bundled tight, and sanguine belles in leggings and oversized sweaters contentedly curled by the fire with a paper-back novel and cup of peppermint tea. All that cuddly cosiness warrants a wedding-season title, but summer’s a tough one to dethrone, what with it having the sun on its side. Do your part to raise warm and fuzzy wedding awareness by throwing a bash during the off-season. And the