The first American wedding I ever attended was my own. My fiancée and I lived in Amsterdam and my mother-in-law planned the whole thing. It was amazing. All I worried about was my poofy ballerina dress and what shoes to wear. I really wanted to eat Paella since we met in Spain and I wanted all of our friends to camp out.

I had to drop but one word and the MOG (mother of the groom) had found a travelling Paella cook from LA (his name was Mario) and rented 2 luxurious RV’s for the forty something campers that were soon to arrive at the Brown’s Estate. Once (during one of those late night Skype calls), I mentioned that some people in Holland use a horse and carriage as their wedding day transport. I think my husband barely prevented his mom from booking a sparkling gold Cinderella pumpkin driven by giant white horses and men wearing white wigs. 

In hindsight I realize what a luxury it was to have a full time wedding planner who was local, knew her way around the state and had a way of gettin‘ r done! If only I could, I would bring my mother- in-law to every wedding I plan. She truly made my wedding a breeze. When we arrived in the country a month before the wedding all was set, salon appointments were made, cakes were ordered and bridesmaids were shopped for. I never even made one phone call to a vendor.

Now you are expecting me to say she was my great inspiration to become a wedding planner. This is not the case. With her working so hard behind the scenes I did not yet fully comprehend what planning a wedding entails.

Fast forward one year and my husband and I arrive once again in the warm welcoming arms of my mother- in-law. There we were: six months pregnant, looking for a place to live in California, preparing for the biggest and almost boldest move of my life (almost, because the actual boldest move had been choosing a man from another world and a continent away). I was leaving behind an amazing job as a theatre and festival producer, not to mention my entire professional network, my native language and a whole bunch of awesome people.

Not able to find a job (the large baby bump might have been a turn off?) I started to join my photographer husband as his assistant. We worked every type of wedding you can imagine and at each one, I automatically slid into producer mode. I would concern myself with the timeline and aspects I could foresee going wrong or the light influencing the atmosphere or the tables being set up a certain way. A wedding is very much like a small festival and having all that planning experience made me unable to let things go haywire during poorly organized weddings of people who had not hired a wedding coordinator (whaaaat???).

It was quite frustrating for my husband, who just needed me to be his assistant and not the bride's Day of Coordinator (free of charge!). I do think it benefitted him somewhat in the end, because the couple would always tell us how they loved us as a team and what a difference we made in their day.

I started to think being a wedding planner would be the perfect job for me. Even though weddings are similar to festivals, there are a few unique aspects to weddings that make me love them.


Planning a wedding together with the couple and their families means getting involved in one of the most important events of their lives. You dive into a web of family relationships, excitement, dreams and expectations. Every family is completely unique:  different cultures, different traditions, different dynamics, different humor. People are such incredibly interesting creatures and that just never gets old.


Colors, flowers, stationary, decor, this is where planning merges with design.  I absolutely love working in my studio, creating a unique feel and atmosphere for each wedding:  A whole new world with curious details, an adventure for your guests who have traveled from afar.  The blank canvas, the creative process… that’s what I love. 


That shiver in the air right before the guests rise.  The grooms face as he catches the first glimpse of his bride.  Her father taking her by the hand.  It hits me everytime: This is his little girl and he is giving her away. And he is happy about it, finding joy in her happiness. I eat it up. 


Posted on February 10, 2015 .