Old World meets New Beginnings

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Liza bridal photo 4

Romantic and unique, Liza's wedding is a testament to the love these two share for each other.

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Liza bridal photo 2
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Liza bridal photo 1

Liza is wearing the "Liza" and the "Lace Topper", both new additions to the SHAREEN bridal line. Photography by Nicole Goddard Photography.

Kerrie's Backyard Bliss

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Karrie Bridal 3

She is exciting, fun, and unique. He was taken with her from the start.

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Karrie Bridal 2
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Karrie Bridal 1

All my love and well wishes to you both. You look like the essence of happiness.

Kerrie is wearing SHAREEN bridal (the “Karrie”). Photos by loving guests at her wedding, sent by Kerrie herself.

The Wedding of Danyale and Matthew

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She made poetry and sprinkled it with fantasy, a bit of drama and so much love. He is her leading man, her equal, her deepest love, her biggest fan.

Peace and blessings, Danyale and Matthew.  Love each other into eternity.

Danyale is wearing SHAREEN bridal (the Karine bridal gown with a three-quarter length sleeve) and the new SHAREEN collection "Danyale" cape in velvet.

And the Journey Begins....The Engagement of Melissa and Ray

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Melissa & Ray // Andria Lindquist 2015
Melissa & Ray // Andria Lindquist 2015
Melissa & Ray // Andria Lindquist 2015
Melissa & Ray // Andria Lindquist 2015
Melissa & Ray // Andria Lindquist 2015
Melissa & Ray // Andria Lindquist 2015
Melissa & Ray // Andria Lindquist 2015
Melissa & Ray // Andria Lindquist 2015
Melissa & Ray // Andria Lindquist 2015
Melissa & Ray // Andria Lindquist 2015

I love these photos by photographer Andria Lindquist, here shooting our much beloved client Melissa Wielde and her charming and handsome fiance Ray. Melissa is in Shareen Vintage.

I think I love this photo the most.  Its the way he is looking at her.  Its his presence there behind her.....

Melissa & Ray // Andria Lindquist 2015
Melissa & Ray // Andria Lindquist 2015

I love that Melissa goes from 50's glam to 60's mod so easily.  How chic is this dress?!...and on her!

Melissa & Ray // Andria Lindquist 2015
Melissa & Ray // Andria Lindquist 2015
Melissa & Ray // Andria Lindquist 2015
Melissa & Ray // Andria Lindquist 2015
Melissa & Ray // Andria Lindquist 2015
Melissa & Ray // Andria Lindquist 2015
Melissa & Ray // Andria Lindquist 2015
Melissa & Ray // Andria Lindquist 2015

Stay tuned to see Melissa in Shareen Bridal on her wedding day.  She is going to be a vision of glamour and elegance.... what else?

*These great photos were taken by Seattle-based photographer Andria Lindquist.*

Meaning

And sometimes
I just want 
To quit it all
And run away
Where it is simple
And real
And all that matters
Are how the eggs
Are easy
And how
The sun is 
Setting
Sometimes
I just don't care
About success
And whatever
That means
When I 
Sleep alone
Too few hours
And measure my success
With yelp reviews
And followers
Of image
On Instagram
Who will never
Know my breath
Or hold me dear
Or listen
When it is really
Silence I 
Need to share
Sometimes 
I want to quit
It all 
Knowing well
the
much I can 
Do
Because
It is 
hard this 
Walk
Of 
Difference
making
And harder yet
To make it
Alone. 
Shareen 

Beauty in Beth Bridal

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They raised a glass to honor them for their commitment, their hope, and to bless their

intention to love each other wholly and completely forever. The lovely Lauren is in Beth in

satin from the Shareen Bridal Collection.  Photos : Monica Simoes NY.

Acceptance

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The bar in Cambridge,

blues and greens

as preppies like

But he was Portuguese

Sexy man

Who taught me about freedom

We shared a love of the truth

His Pulitzer

My business

Our hearts lived

Apart and at a great

And comfortable

distance

And his first kiss on

Valleyheart

When he argued

For his limitations

Daring me to love

Him anyway

Nine years later,

three cats

and laughter

I'd dared

And lost

The argument.

Friendship

Now

Trumps all

And the intense stare

across the theatre

Eyes locked

A slow, understated

Approach

I thought was sexy

Only to find

he was just depressed

The black jaguar

The penthouse

And me

Sitting

Patiently

Beside sadness

And how I lost

three years there

which weren't as fun

as three years lost

in a trailer park

along side him

in the pick up

Marlboro reds

and flamingoes.

Real, sexy years of tequila

And jerkey, Montana and shooting ranges

He had a glock

Under his pillow

We'd have been ok anywhere

And then there was Yale

And the Olympics

And shells on the Thames

And the river Charles

A green Porsche

and the secret society

His book

My glamorous job

Endless betrayals

his with others

mine

by absentia

And he had a lisp

and was a valet

and loved me like

No other and

I wanted to make him

my Pygmalion

and I could have

If only

We hadn't lost a child

And one I distrusted

hypnotized me

And another

dying to love me

left me dying to be free.

And one I adore

Is out of reach.

Finally, I look

Back to my father

And wonder why,

he hurt me so.

No sympathy requested

No complaint here stated.

As I lay dying

I read the swords

(Like on the tarot card)

Betrayal,

Compromise

Confiscated

Robbed

Raped

Cheated

Liar

Loss

Absent

And finally,

The last

So what.

I saw him

The other night

Resurrected

in a golden orb

His face shone

With a gentle pride

At me.

"I did it

all because

I loved you

And your

triumph is

My job

well done."

I may be late

To the library,

to the party

To discover

Wiki

I may be late

to You tube

And behind

In the polls

But I am not

surrendered in pain

I am triumphant with

Understanding

I am "it"

And "no"is my best

friend

And  "yes" is its great cousin

How might I

Find my man

Until I know

The man in me?

She who asserts

And discerns,

Establishes boundaries

Is on her side

And behalf.

She who fights for her best

And takes no prisoners.

She who knows

Her worth

And protects it

With ferocity

She who would be him

if he were to arrive as me

Man.

Mine.

Comfort

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The most

gentle

of calls to

rise,

tenderly rain

touches the spirit

with the softest of

nature's dance

and in the white

tranquility,

tucked warmly

under

the wing

of a swan,

Eyes yet closed

against the day

I heard

I listened

Lifting

Shimmering

Kissing lightly tree branches

Whispering though

Falling leaves,

Carried

To heaven

a voice

Light and clean

I held

My breath

To receive

Her message

"in the arms of....."

The note

Was carried

Open

As a cry

Broken hearted

Breathless

I held

Open

The door.

"an angel,

may you find.........."

and again a caress

Tumbling the

Length of

A shattered body,

A hand

made of

tenderness

sharing, taking

the suffering of her

beloved

"some comfort here."

The comfort of

angels is here.

my

first

on another

blessed day