As the legend goes, Natalie & Sam met at a world sweater convention in the heart of the Lake Cities, in windy & cold Minneapolis. As the chill set in on a particularly breezy February evening, Sam spotted Natalie wandering the aisles of Arans & Donegals. Intrigued, he meandered closer to catch her eye. He casually strolled the rows of sweaters, feigning deep interest in the Turkish wool that had apparently caught Natalie's heart. They both reached for a sweater of golden ochre, and she looked up, complimented his fairisle, and smiled.
Six years later, we know that one beer turned into a raccous one night stand, a rowdy, cocaine filled weekend in the city, a near death escape to Wisconsin, and a trauma bond that's lasted for the rest of their years. Join these two in the magical nuptials and please donate a gratuitous amount to the registry. This goes towards long pending legal fees and repercussions still chasing them from the midwest.
