I love weddings. I always have. Besides that one time I ran into a glass door (curse you, Windex!) and smacked myself silly at a cousin's reception (I was 10) -- almost all my experiences with weddings growing up were been beautiful, lovely, and absolutely dreamy.
The first time I REALLY thought about wedding plans was at a band banquet my freshman year of high school. One of my best friends, redheaded Katie, wore this pretty salmon-pink and black cocktail dress. It had a high-low hemline, wrapped delicately at the bodice (with a little black rose where the waist met the skirt), and the color was really dimensional (black illusion over the lycra-blend pink). I just LOVED that dress (I even made her wear it to apply to be in the running for Miss Tennessee Teen USA!) -- and thus my wedding-mindedness began to take hold. I imagined that it would look absolutely lovely as a bridesmaid's dress. Four girls, clad in salmon (ha!), standing by my side... I could just see it! Black tuxedos, coral bouquets... My scope of all the things that went into weddings was limited to what I knew about Prom, but still the formality, the dancing, the dressing-up, the elaborate party-throwing was divine!
The next year color scheme I dreamed up was aubergine and champagne. One of my older sister's friends had worn this amazing vintage dress to prom that was the most AMAZING shade of richer-than-eggplant. When I complimented her there and demanded to know what the color exactly WAS, she informed me that it was aubergine (she was very well-read). Aubergine, I thought... what a delightful wedding color! I still maintain that an amazing aubergine and duck blue (is that a real color? it is in my head!), with maybe a touch of taupey-grey, would be a breathtaking winter color scheme. But back then, I was all about that pretty purple and "champagne" (which was really more like a fancy way of saying gold -- I'd never even SEEN a glass of champagne then!) -- so regal, rich, a little vintage... totally dreamy.