Gotcha!! Wrong Michael folks, but Sarah is a child of the late eighties so yes, it probably was “the” Michael Jackson she had intended on originally.
Sarah and Michael went to school in Howard Lake, MN together, and I guess you could say they were high school sweethearts?! Everyone who spoke about these two couldn’t say enough positive things about them both.
Rachel and I started out the day with Sarah and the ladies at Sarah and Michael’s downtown Minneapolis apartment. Chantelle and Christina from Ambiance Salon in Woodbury, did a fabulous job with hair and make-up! I loved the use of braids in Sarah’s hair (notice the braiding on the dresses and on the cake as you scroll down). Kudos to these fine artistes.
With both of their beginnings stemming from rural settings, in small towns, it’s interesting to point out that they must love urban life. From their high rise dwelling within walking distance to Nicollet Mall, to their reception at Windows on Minnesota it’s clear they don’t have any aversions to heights.
They had a lovely ceremony at the Grace Lutheran Church on the campus of the University of Minnesota, Sarah’s alma mater. The natural light coming through the chapel’s windows made our job all the easier.
Beautiful blue hydrangea arrangements, a personal favorite flower variety, from Floret-Fine Flowers and Design, out of Wayzata, donned the church pews. The bouquets and large altar arrangements incorporated incredible peacock feathers, which accentuated the beauty of the jewel-toned blue attendant’s dresses.
These sophisticated dresses suggested a Greek theme, which was later continued at the reception starring an amazing Grecian creation by the artists from Gateux. By the way, those flowers are frosting!
Fearing emaciation, the couple stopped for a bit of dog at a hot dog cart near the IDS center. This provided for some interesting photo material. Totally into that street vendor scene, Diane Arbus minus the depression…? Hardy ha ha.
50 floors up above all of Minneapolis, watching the sunset and lights of the city rise, need I say more? In fact, my best childhood memory is my mom getting “lost” as we began our drive back to the country from the city. She did this just so my brother and I could enjoy the City Lights. Thanks Mom. And thank you Mr. And Mrs. Michael Jackson!
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