NETTIE + COLIN

Before I knew Colin's name I called him the wood nymph. It sounds weird, maybe it was, but he was adorable..

Before I knew Colin's name I called him the wood nymph. It sounds weird, maybe it was, but he was adorable and I would see him around and just notice him, nothing more. I had moved back home after losing my mind in New York, a typical mid-20s WTF am I doing with my life meltdown. It was January on Martha's Vineyard and it was cold and bleak. To survive the winter my friends and I had dinner parties that turned into dance parties. At one of these the wood nymph showed up, after hours of circling me he sat down next to me and asked me if I wanted to share a cigarette. We ended up talking all night, sitting in our friend's father's antique car, sharing cigarettes, being shy, trying to impress each other but keep our cool. I felt like a kid and it felt great.

 

 

 

My previous parade of boyfriends had kept me really busy with their unavailable, I'm an artist/musician bullshit. Colin is an artist and a musician and my first thought was oh here we go... But he surprised me with his honesty and openness.

 

Colin was recording in upstate New York before he left for a month long tour in Europe. On a whim I drove upstate with a friend, through a blizzard. We could barely see through the snow and when we made it finally, Colin came running out of the house and hugged me so tight. I didn't want him to let go, and I remember it surprised me, how happy I was to see this guy that I had only known for just over a week, and how I didn't want to be away from him ever again. 

 

  1. Nettie + Colin

 

He told me he loved me that night, that he wanted to be with me and only me. At first my hard New York City dating protection bubble popped up and I remember arguing with him. He was 24, and about to go on a pretty big tour in Europe, there would be girls everywhere, and why would he want to be tied down? But he convinced me and I let myself fall, and I told him I loved him too.

 

 

The first time Colin brought up marriage was after meeting a friend of mine. When she walked away he looked at me and said, "That girl is not invited to our wedding." Just like that. We may have talked about it before but never too serious. We had moved pretty fast, moving in together 2 months after our first date and 7 years later still inseparable.

 

I did NOT want a wedding. The thought of all that planning and inviting and smiling and small talk just made me want to hide under the covers. I didn't know what I wanted, to elope, or just have a family dinner, all I know is that I wanted to keep it small and super chill.

 

So small and super chill did not happen, as our families got involved and time rushed by our small quiet wedding became a big loud party. 220 friends and family, most of them traveling from far away, came to the Vineyard and gathered on Colin's mother's front yard to share in our ceremony. My sister was my maid of honor and Colin's brother his best man. 

 

The day was perfect, crazy warm for late October in New England, 70 degrees! The reception was right down the road at the town's community center. We had spent 3 days decorating and transforming this familiar place from the place where I had gone to summer camp when I was a kid into a candle lit fairytale of brilliant colors, tapestries and flowers strewn everywhere. 

 

Colin wore a vintage Levi's three piece suit from the 70's and I wore my great-grandmother's dress, that my grandmother had worn. It felt so special and sentimental to wear this dress that had been worn by women in my family since 1917. 

 

 

The day was perfect, crazy warm for late October in New England, 70 degrees! The reception was right down the road at the town's community center. We had spent 3 days decorating and transforming this familiar place from the place where I had gone to summer camp when I was a kid into a candle lit fairytale of brilliant colors, tapestries and flowers strewn everywhere.

 

 

Colin wore a vintage Levi's three piece suit from the 70's and I wore my great-grandmother's dress, that my grandmother had worn. It felt so special and sentimental to wear this dress that had been worn by women in my family since 1917.