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The ever adorable Amanda Pearl Brotman, president and designer of Amanda Pearl accessories, shares with us her wedding story. But first a little background on Brotman, she was a ballet dancer for 12 years and went to Barnard College to study Art History and Visual Arts before working at Marc Jacobs.
Amanda Pearl Brotman: My husband and I met on Match.com, believe it or not. His profile had nearly nothing on it and I thought "who does this guy think he is?" Some pictures were finally exchanged, emails back and forth, and then finally a phone conversation. A few days later, we spoke again to make a date for Saturday.
We planned to meet at ABC Carpet & Home, since they had a Michel Cluizel chocolate shop in the back-one of the only chocolatiers in the city I hadn't yet visited. I got there before he did and poked around looking at dishes, furtively watching the door, waiting for him to arrive. He arrived. I saw him. That was it. Love at first sight is a very strange thing indeed.
We had a marathon date—starting at 3pm and going until after midnight. We picked up chocolates, took them to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and ate them in the American wing by the fountains after a quick tour through the Modern Wing. Antoine just "happened" to have tickets to the Broadway show A Dancer's Life with Chita Rivera. I was a dancer, so he earned 10 points in smooth thoughtfulness. Then to dinner at Kittichai, where we were both too nervous/excited to eat much. After that, we were hardly ever apart and the rest, as they say, is history.
We were engaged a few months later and married a year later—August 19th, 2007 at my parents' home in Seattle. August in Seattle is famously beautiful and sunny with majestic Mt. Rainier looking over the city from morning to sundown. I was so excited to show off my beautiful Emerald City to our out-of-town friends and family.
I woke up the morning of the wedding and it was pouring. Not just pouring rain, but movie quality, ridiculous Monsoon rain. Normally I can see Mercer Island across the lake from my bedroom, but all I could see was grey. Completely abnormal and according to the almanac, the only time on record that it rained that day in August. As it turned out, it was also the only day it rained in that month at all. The wedding was planned for outside, but what are you going do.
I stayed zen with Top Pot donuts for breakfast (I don't recommend that for a wedding day, as tasty as it was. Bleh.) and a friend brought over a candle to light as an offering to the sun goddess. It was a joke, of course, but we absolutely lit it just in case.
The girls all got ready together, looking outside every 10 minutes or so, just waiting for the rain to stop and the sun to take over. Sure enough, about an hour before the ceremony, the rain stopped and the sun broke through. The plea to the sun goddess worked!
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