hello, i am ashlee
When I was a little girl, I dreamed of my wedding day. I had my heart set on a big, poufy gown with a veil that would trail beyond my train and oodles of flowers. For Christmas one year, I received a faux wedding bouquet to match my wedding gown (an afghan that I wrapped around my shoulders like a cape) and my veil (the slip from my poodle skirt that I wore like a headband). Throughout the 26 years that followed, I would plan and re-plan my wedding at least a dozen times.