I was asked to be a speaker at BlogHer in Chicago this year but I turned it down as I was attending the wedding of some friends. Do I regret not going to BlogHer? Yes, but that regret was tempered by some outdoor soaking tubs with a view of the water off of Orcas Island.*
The wedding was amazingly well done, the couple rented out the entire Doe Bay resort and filled all the cabins, yurts and camping spaces with guests so everybody there was only separated by a few degrees despite living as far away as Tel Aviv. The weekend was beautiful, even the salad was pretty:
We stayed in a dome that was perched on a cliff over the water. It was a bit of glamping as we had a real bed with real linens. I am also finding that if you are able, bringing along your own down comforter is a must. Luckily we have an old olive colored duvet cover which is perfect for dragging through the outdoors. Here is the view through the plastic windows of our dome:
From here you can see the point of land where the ceremony took place, it had an amazing backdrop of water and islands in the distance.
We took a few extra days to stay on the island once the wedding was over, and after searching through all your excellent recommendations we decided to stay right there at Doe Bay in a cabin. The cabins were really nice and we had some good porch time at dusk. We did island things – lots of eating on decks, watching sea birds and gazing at views from way up high. I even managed to avoid getting a sunburn or breaking my sunglasses.
I want to show you the wedding invitation because it opened up like a little adventure all it’s own…
When you open it the sun rises:
Lower the bottom flap and you get a hazy view:
You fold back the top two layers (the one not shown had the invitation details) to reveal a map of the island:
The tree folds down to show the schedule, and the Orca whale jumps in the water:
Also the couple made personalized figurines of each guest, which were collected along with table assignments for dinner. It was so sweet to be given such a special favor. Scott is playing a guitar, and I’m knitting while sitting on a cupcake (or possibly wearing a cupcake skirt):
* (I don’t have pictures from the soaking tub perch as they were clothing optional and I’m not about to be that person that pulls out a camera and makes everybody nervous. Know that Scott and I were well covered by bathing suits at all times, we’re from the Midwest and just don’t feel comfortable baring that much.)