A Seattle Block Party Wedding

Mary & Michael

One sentence sum-up of the wedding vibe: A community-made, laid-back Seattle block party wedding full of love, songs, poems, and laughter

Soundtrack for reading: “Heavenly Day” by Patty Griffin

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This was truly a community-made wedding. We have been living in Michael’s parents’ home for the past year as we build our own small home in the backyard of their property, so holding the wedding in what has been Michael’s neighborhood since birth, and is once again becoming our neighborhood, meant a lot to us. Everyone pitched in: a neighbor and friend across the street married us; another neighbor made hundreds of shortbread cookies as favors; our next-door neighbor did the flowers; close family friends brewed us tons of delicious beer; friends brought desserts; an artist friend created our “guestbook” balloon poster; Mary’s mother and sister sewed the banner; a friend played the music at the reception; and another friend DJed. We knew all of this was happening, but were overwhelmed with the love and support that poured out for us on the day.

We had our ceremony in our favorite Seattle park, which is just a few blocks away from our house and where the reception was held. After the ceremony, all the wedding guests paraded down the street to our block, where we had set up our wedding reception. It was a wonderful and quirky celebration to bridge the ceremony and reception together, complete with feather boas, guitars and tambourines, and funny hats.

At dusk we released about twenty fire lanterns into the sky. It was a spectacular thing to watch, and even though we nearly set a neighbor’s tree on fire, the beauty brought our whole community together in a really special way.

Even though the day was about our love and decision to pursue our future together in marriage, it was also a day about our community: our family, friends, and neighbors. It was an incredible reaffirmation that we have built a village of the most amazing people in the world around us, and their support and love was beyond moving.

Favorite Thing About the Wedding

Saying the vows we wrote together to each other in front of our loved ones, watching our fire lanterns ascend into the bluest-black sky, and dancing under Michael’s artfully mastered strings of bistro lights in our street with all our favorite people.

I Didn’t Sign The Artwork

I didn’t sign the artwork that I did for our invitations. When we first started planning for our wedding, I didn’t have a plan, really, for the stationery. In my secret wedding fantasy moments, I tended to focus on the cake.

Cake is a big deal; cake deserves serious thought and opinions. But I had a bit of a sudden brain wave, just as we began planning. My awesome science-nerd dude was explaining some of the work he does with species interaction to me, and it fit so nicely, and I had an instant, perfect picture of what I wanted the invites to look like. Will found me examples of mutualist species, I spent a couple of weeks watercolouring, I learned to use Inkscape to do the composite, and used Vistaprint to get it all printed. It’s been my favourite project of the whole celebration. And I love the way they’ve come out, even if the (rather conservative) receptionist where I work, who was the only person around to show when they’d just arrived, sounded fully dubious when she described them as… different.

But I didn’t sign the paintings. Some of my family know that it’s my work. Some of my close friends guessed, asked, and gave me soul-satisfying props. I think Will mentioned it to his family. But I avoided telling others, just like I’m avoiding mentioning that I’m both designing and making my dress to my bridesmaids.

I’ve spent what is probably an absurd amount of effort and energy over the course of my life trying to balance a deep desire for feedback and praise with an equally deep horror of people thinking me a show off. I’m betting I’m not alone in this. Maybe it’s a New Englander Puritan Modesty issue, or maybe it’s a New Zealand Tall-Poppy syndrome thing. Maybe it’s a totally normal human thing to want people to know you’re so awesome that you don’t need people to think that you’re awesome. I particularly struggle with worrying that people will think (Oh, what people might think!) that I’m… taking too much; with my math degree and my public speaking and my painting and music and dance, and—yes—with my completely amazing fiancé. Oh God! What if they hate me? Please don’t hate me! I promise, I find myself mentally crying out, I promise—I’m bad at stuff! I swear! You should have seen how bad my chemistry grades were! I’m appalling at history—can’t remember dates to save my life! I’m awful with car maintenance, even just having to take my car in for servicing gives me the jitters! I suck!

Really though—no one cares, right? Everyone else is busy worrying about what I think, and I should really just shut up about what I suck at and trust other people to be confident enough in their own awesomeness to celebrate with me when I’m doing something well and want to share it… And, I’m trying to learn to think this way, to learn to be able to say—hey, look, I painted this, isn’t it cool? I made this thing, wanna celebrate with me? But I’m clearly not there yet. Because, I didn’t sign the artwork.