That's the family sash I'm wearing. It was part of the ceremony, a Scottish tradition, hanging of the family tartan. I wore it the whole day, even though it kept wanting to fall off. Now when we go to Scottish festivals, I can wear my sash and show I'm a part of the clan.
And you can't tell that well here, but that dutch crown braid turned out beautifully. Shelly did an amazing job with my hair. Everyone said it was one of the prettiest, most unique weddings they had ever been to. And I had fun, which is what counts.
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