If a bride falls in the forest...

...but nobody's around to blog about it, did it really happen?

Earlier this week, I received the (breathlessly anticipated) response to my application to become a Weddingbee blogger. Survey says? Reee-jected. Cue the sad trombone!

I took it pretty hard - a lot harder than I thought I would. Going into the application process, I knew that it was seriously competitive, and the chances of being accepted were pretty slim. But still, reading that email? I was crushed. The intensity of my disappointment was really surprising for me, and I decided it was time to take a step back and do some serious thinking about what wedding planning - and blogging about wedding planning - really meant to me.

I think it all comes down to approval. Gaining the approval of my loved ones has been incredibly important to me when making wedding decisions. It's affected everything from picking my colors (navy blue dresses are flattering on everyone!) to choosing to have a Catholic ceremony. I nixed the idea of glittery shoes after an off-hand comment from a bridesmaid about how tacky it was to wear sparkles after the age of fifteen. I decided against a cake topper I loved after my mom told me that it wasn't elegant enough for our venue. Even buying the dress - sure, I liked it, but what really swayed me was the fact that everyone else LOVED it. And those ridiculous tulle ballgowns I tried on? Maybe they weren't terribly flattering... but they made me feel romantic and ethereal and... like a bride. But no one else liked them. So we kept looking.

Being chosen to blog for Weddingbee would have been the ultimate approval, I think, which is probably why I craved it so terribly. A bunch of strangers think your wedding looks awesome and they like your style? Well, then it must be pretty awesome! The proliferation of wedding blogs - and my personal addiction to them - complicates things as well. It's easy to feel like if something isn't documented, written up and shared with strangers, then maybe it just wasn't good enough... and if your wedding doesn't make women all around the country drool and re-pin your photos on Pinterest, then you've pretty much failed your wedding.

But we all know that's not true - plenty of awesome weddings get blogged and plenty of awesome weddings don't, and as long as I end the day married to Mr. M, I haven't failed a thing. After all, weddings are about love, right? And Mr. M will love me even if the favors look like crap, and my mom and dad will love me even if we serve pigs in blankets at the cocktail hour, and my friends will love me in all of my tacky, glitter-heeled glory.

And that love? It's better than anything. Even a ten page spread in Martha Stewart Weddings.

Suit-able

Earlier today, Mr. M and I met up with his best friend (and best man) at our local Men's Wearhouse to get our BOGO on. I'd found a nice medium gray suit online that would work out to be about $160 per groomsman, and all the guys were on board. We just needed to visit the suit in person - and figure out Mr. M and his best man's sizes - before pulling the trigger.

When we got to the mall and announced ourselves at the Wearhouse, the salesman told us that they didn't carry the suit we were looking for in that particular store. Bummer! But with a little bit of coaxing - I think he could tell we weren't going to be buying on the spot - he measured the boys and led us over to the racks to see what else was available.

I pulled a few contenders from the sea of gray suits - one lighter, one darker and one of the Vera Wang tuxedos just in case. The guys tried on the blazers, held up the ties, looked at themselves in the mirror and then looked at me expectantly. And... I went totally blank.

Uh oh, said my brain, I think we're supposed to have an opinion here. Is this our vision? Can you wear that tuxedo without a vest? Would charcoal look better than dove gray? Does this color look good with the ties I just dropped a Benjamin on? Yikes, I don't know! Maybe the salesman does....

"Um... do you think this tie goes with these suits?" I asked him.

"It depends on what kind of look you're going for," he replied.

Okay... I'll take that as a no! After a little bit more brow furrowing (from me) and posing in the mirror (for Mr. M and the best man) we thanked the salesman and left. I trailed behind the guys on the way to the Auntie Anne pretzel stand. All of a sudden, I was feeling really uneasy about this whole planning-your-own-wedding thing. Why did I buy those ties before we bought suits? Why didn't I ask one of my really fashionable guy friends to help me out with this? And how did I get to be thirty-one years old without knowing even the first thing about buying a suit for a man? Maybe I shouldn't have canceled that Cosmo subscription after all...

I started spiraling on the subway ride home. I don't think the blue ties match the blue bridesmaids' dresses at all. What if they don't? And what if the ties don't match the flowers? The ties are so preppy and the flowers are so soft and romantic... they're completely different styles! And the bridesmaids' dresses don't go with my dress! And my shoes won't go with anything! This whole wedding is going to look like I just closed my eyes and pointed at things! Aaaaarrrggh! Damn you, Men's Wearhouse! Damn you and your BOGO sale! 

But just as I'd worked myself up into the frothiest bridal froth I'd ever achieved, I stopped for a minute and looked at Mr. M sitting next to me. He hasn't been feeling well lately, but he still managed to drag himself out of the house and into a mall. In the middle of December. For me. Honestly, we could show up at the altar in pajamas and party hats and it would still be the best day of my life. All the rest of the stuff is just details, and it will all work itself out.... right?

(And hopefully, just in time for the next BOGO sale!)

A Wedding (Cake) Story

Last week, a friend of mine texted me out of the blue:
"Got hitched. Reception at my place, Saturday night. You in?"

Impromptu wedding celebration? Hell yeah, I'm in!

"Y'all got a wedding cake yet?" I asked. "Nope," he replied, "Feel free to bring one!"

That was all the excuse I needed. I put down the phone, picked up my coat and hustled over to the cooking supply store to pick up the necessary provisions - fondant, cake boxes and a teeny little flower shaped cookie cutter. I know it's totally crazy, but I have been fighting off this insane impulse to bake my own wedding cake. I know that a last minute DIY project is the last thing I need, and our venue would probably never even go for it, but... I totally want it! And I figured that baking this cake for my friends would probably give me a pretty good idea about whether a DIY wedding cake would be a complete disaster... or maybe not so crazy after all.

On my way home, though, I started to get a little nervous. Though I'm a pretty experienced baker, I've never even tried to pull off a tiered cake before - and my cake decorating skills, though improved through lots of practice, are still not the best. But hey - a free cake is a free cake, and one can only expect so much on twenty-four hour's notice. Besides, I had a feeling there would be enough champagne and good cheer around to make even the cruddiest cake look like Sylvia Weinstock herself decorated it!

One day, two-and-a-half pounds of butter and five zillion rejected fondant flowers later, I unveiled my masterpiece:

Okay, so I'm probably not getting my own Cake Boss-style TV show anytime soon, but it certainly could have been worse! The bride and groom were thrilled and the other guests seemed suitably impressed. Most important, the cake was delicious. I used a Smitten Kitchen recipe for the cake, which was perfect beyond belief - sweet, buttery and dense enough to hold up to stacking. In the interest of saving time, the frosting was a standard butter-and-powdered-sugar buttercream - not the velvety, indulgent French buttercream I usually whip up for cakes, but a whole lot easier to make. Final verdict? I'd call this mission a success... but now I know that I am definitely not up to the task of baking my own wedding cake. It's way too much stress for the week before the wedding - and try as I might, I just couldn't make it look professional enough to satisfy my tastes.

But would I do it again for another friend's elopement? Absolutely. Because getting paid in champagne is all right with me!

Strike a pose!

This week, we booked one of the vendors that I'm most excited about - our photo booth!

When we started planning our reception, I wasn't totally sold on the idea of having a photo booth. Sure, they're always fun - and everyone likes taking goofy pictures of themselves - but was it really worth the cost? Those suckers can be pricey! But after going to two family weddings this summer, each of which featured a photo booth with tons of props, I realized that the joy of taking group pictures with faux-mustaches and bowler hats was well worth the price. Lucky for me, Mama L came to the same conclusion!

"We have GOT to get one of these for your wedding," she said, as she wound the feather boa around her neck and selected a pair of oversized sunglasses for our third round of pictures.

Me and Pops at my cousin's wedding!

 As soon as I got back home, I started researching vendors. There were lots of choices, but we finally settled on my first choice: Magnolia Photo Booth Co.! They're a teeny bit on the pricier side, but they have a lot of really cool extras that seal the deal - like a coffee table book full of your photos from the event, free custom artwork for your photo strips and a box of ready-to-go props for your dressing-up delight. And the folks at Magnolia couldn't be nicer to work with - they're super prompt at returning emails and answering questions, and they all sound like they would be really fun to hang out with!

Me, Mr. M and Mama L at wedding #2!

 Which is a good thing, since we'll be seeing a whole lot of their attendant on the day of our wedding! Man, they're gonna have to drag me out of that booth. Think a faux-mustache will look good with my wedding dress? I do!

Yes to the dress, part 2

When I asked my two best girlfriends to be my bridesmaids, I was determined to be a cool, laid-back bride. "Don't worry," I told them, "you can totally pick your own dress! Whatever you want, as long as it's navy blue!" But as planning progressed and my bridal OCD intensified, I realized that I wasn't really into the mis-matched bridesmaids look. So I had to ask my friends if they would mind terribly if I went back on my word and had them wear matching dresses. They were remarkably cool about it, even after I added the caveat that they should be traditional bridesmaids dresses so that we could find matching dresses in juniors sizes for the junior bridesmaids. (But hey, at least I swore on a stack of Brides magazines that they could have total free range on shoes and accessories!)

Then came the hard part - picking a dress they would both like. (Or at least not totally despise.) Both ladies are gorgeous, but their styles are totally different. Bridesmaid J is into really edgy, high-end fashion, whereas Bridesmaid N has more of a relaxed, urban hippie kind of wardrobe. I was worried that they wouldn't both be able to find one dress in common...

But they did! We finally settled on this cute, flippy chiffon dress from After Six by Dessy:

Photo from RKBridal

I really like this shade of navy - erm, excuse me, "midnight" - and the chiffon selection for junior bridesmaids dresses is totally cute. The bridesmaids are both going to look seriously gorgeous in these dresses, and I think they'll each be able to bring their own unique style on board with their accessories - Bridesmaid J can wear some super-fancy heels while Bridesmaid N rocks some cute chunky sandals, and so on. Totally can't wait to see them walking down the aisle with me!

Our engagement photos have arrived!

And.... I shouldn't have worried so much.

I love them! Our swanky bar setting worked out beautifully, and a great photographer really does make all the difference.

My only regret is not taking pictures of my dress before wearing it! While it's really pretty and flattering in real life, it wound up doing some strange things in the pictures. Nothing a little editing can't fix... but damn, I'll never wear that dress for pictures again!

Aren't we cute anyway, though? Aww.... love!

Let's get some shoes!

Oh, shoes. My best friend... and oldest enemy. As much as I salivate over gorgeous stilettos, sophisticated Ferragamo flats and hip, chunky-heeled sandals, I can almost never wedge my size 12W tootsies into any of them. For my girlfriends, shoe shopping is a fun, relaxing way to spend an afternoon... but for me, it's more like days of scouring the internet for something even remotely cute. So of course, I had to get a head start on looking for wedding shoes!

I knew I was in trouble the moment I laid eyes on the Kate Spade Charm slingbacks. Fuschia satin... multi-colored glitter... be still, my beating heart!

 

Unfortunately, this love was not meant to be. Even if I was willing to go all out and splurge on these shoes that I'll probably never wear again - except to work and the grocery store and while doing laundry and like EVERYWHERE, obviously - these works of art do not come in wide widths. 

Heartbreak! I briefly considered foot reduction surgery, but thought I'd give DIY a shot first. After all, a pair of fuschia slingbacks in my size can't be too hard to find, and I could always give them the glitter and Mod Podge treatment at home, right? Faux Kate Spade, here I come!

Inspired, I ran to Paper Source for all the necessary supplies. After dinner tonight, as I started laying down newspaper and rifling through drawers for masking tape, Mr. M stifled a groan. 

"What's the project this time?" he asked.

I yanked an old pair of heels out of my closet and held them up triumphantly. "I'm going to glitter my shoes!" I said. 

Mr. M backed away slowly. "Yeah.... great... glitter! Okay. I'll be in the bedroom playing video games if you need me. Uh... good luck with that."

"Pssh! I don't need luck," I replied, "these are going to be AWESOME."

Approximately five hundred coats of Mod Podge and glitter later:

Meh. I'm not in love. They're definitely sparkly! But the glitter is a little bit lumpy, the tape peeled off funny so all of the lines are uneven, and despite my best efforts, there are still little glitter-less patches here and there. These shoes might be okay for an evening at the club, where lights are low and people are drinking.... but I don't think I want to walk down the aisle in shoes that look like they were made by a moderately talented kindergartener.

Deflated, I went back online to see if I'd missed a potential shoe candidate in my earlier searches. And that's when I found this:

It's the "Romance" shoe from the Glass Slipper collection at DSW. It's not quite as stunning as my first love from Kate Spade, but it hits all the relevant marks - fuschia, glittery, slingback-ed and available in wide width! I snatched them right up, of course. They'll be here in a few days, so please cross your fingers for me! 'Cause if these don't work, I might have to investigate that foot reduction surgery after all.

Paper Flowers Tutorial #2: "The Gardenia"

This next flower is really simple to assemble, once you get the hang of folding the center petal. I've been calling it the gardenia, even though it's really more of a rose. Hey, like I said before - I'm a bride, not a flower... talkin'... guy.

Um. Right.

Well, anyway, let's get started.

Step one: Punch out five large flowers. (I've been making the center petal gold, but you don't have to. That's just what I like to do!)

Step two: Take two flowers, including your the flower you'll use as the center one, and curl each petal diagonally. (The pink arrow indicates the direction you should be holding your curling apparatus.)

When you're done, your flowers should look something like the two flowers on the right here:

Step three: Curl the petals of the three remaining flowers towards the flower's center. (The green arrow indicates the direction you should be holding your curling implement - basically straight across the petal.)

When you're done, your flowers should like the three flowers on the left in the picture above.

Step four: This is the tricky part... and also the part that I forgot to take a picture of. Please refer to my handy diagram below to see how to turn the center flower into the center rosebud:

After you get each petal folded around it's neighbor, you'll have to hold the finished bud closed for ten to twenty seconds while the glue sets.

Step five: Apply glue to the second diagonal-fold flower shape.

Place the gold bud-shape into the center of the glued flower, then one at a time, fold up each glued petal and attach it to the central bud. In this step, you are pressing the flat part of each petal against the bud and tucking the curled part around the neighboring petal. The finished product should look like this:

(Again, you'll need to hold the petals closed for ten to twenty seconds while the glue sets.)

Step six: Take the remaining three flowers. (Fig. A)  Flip them over. (Fig. B)  Bend each petal towards the center of the flower and crease. (Fig. C)

Step seven: Assemble the gardenia by dotting glue in the center of each remaining flower shape and stacking them, remembering to affix each flower on top of the next with the petals off-set.

Almost there....

 

Getting closer....

 

Voila! Your gardenia is finished. Allow the glue to dry, then go in and add a little bit of extra curl to some of the petals with your fingers. Beautiful, no?

Paper Flowers Tutorial #1: "Lily"

After I'd researched all of the various ways that one can make paper flowers, and finally settled on the paper punch method, I got down to business - and found that making these gorgeous little flowers was actually pretty easy! Today, I'm going to do a tutorial on how to make the first - and easiest - of the five flowers. I've been calling this one "The Lily." (Even though I think it really looks more like a mum. But hey, I'm a bride, not a botanist.)

Step one: Remove cat from crafting table.

Step two: Gather your materials. I used the "Retro Flower" punch by EK Success in four sizes: XL, large, medium and small. You'll also need some glue - I've been using Paper Source's PVA glue, but hot glue would probably work, too. Finally, you'll need something fairly thin and cylindrical for poking and rolling. (Insert dirty joke here.) No, seriously though! I'm using an eyeshadow brush from Sephora, though anything relatively small and round will do.

For paper, I suggest using cardstock - it holds the curls and folds better, and will probably make a sturdier finished product. These flowers will all work with regular paper, too, but I prefer the look of cardstock.

Step three: Punch out your shapes. For the lily, you'll need two XL flowers, two large flowers, one medium flower, and two small flowers. I'm using shimmery gold paper for the smallest flowers to add a little bit of contrast, but you could keep it as monochromatic - or as multicolored - as you like.

Step four: Begin bending the petals inwards towards the center... like so:

Step five: Crease and release. Repeat until all petals have been creased.  They will look something like this:

  

Step six: Begin folding petals one by one down the center of the petal. 

They'll look like this when you're done:

Step seven: Take one of the XL flowers and dot the center with a little bit of glue. Place another XL flower on top of the first flower, making sure to align the petals off-set so they overlap each other like this:

Step eight: Keep going! Dot the center with glue, add the two large flowers, the medium flower and the two small flowers. Each time, make sure that you're positioning the flowers perpendicular to the previous flower.

As you build the flower, it gets more difficult to glue the smallest layers into the center of the lily - so use that poking tool to smush 'em down!

And.... ta-da! You've got yourself a paper lily!

Family ties

As clueless as I can be about women's fashion, I am even more hopelessly clueless when it comes to men's fashion. Last weekend, I found myself asking strangers at Old Navy whether they thought a navy blue sweater matched the sort-of-gray, sort-of-olive khakis I was buying for Mr. M.

So it goes without saying that picking the groomsmen's attire has left me pretty stumped. The bridesmaids were so much easier - short navy blue dresses with straps, easy as pie! But the men's sartorial choices seemed endless. Tuxedos were too formal for our early morning wedding, but tan suits were too informal. Black suits? Too depressing. Navy suits might work, but then is that just too much navy all at once? And then there are all the different shades of navy blue to worry about - better to just nix the navy suits all together.

We finally settled on gray suits. Gray looks nice on everyone, and it's versatile enough that hopefully our groomsmen will be able to wear their suits again. We're planning on rounding up the groomsfolk during the next Men's Wearhouse BOGO sale and sending them out in pairs to buy their suits. (Nb: I'm not actually sure that this will work - does the free suit have to be the same size at the suit you pay for? If yes, this brilliant scheme will be foiled, since our guys are all different sizes.)

But hey, deciding on a suit color meant that I could finally get down to the fun part of dressing the guys: tie shopping! We're "gifting" the ties to the groomsmen, so we needed to find something affordable... but at the same time, you know, it's our wedding. We didn't want to skimp so much that the dudes had to walk down the aisle sporting some $5 sidewalk vendor ties. Luckily, we found the perfect solution: TheTieBar.com.

Their ties are fantastic, and every single one is just $15. They have extra-long ties and boy's ties, too, so we were able to get the perfect fit for every guy in our party. And, most important, they look and feel awesome - not cheap at all! (I know, I know... I totally sound like a commercial for The Tie Bar. But they really are awesome! And no, I wasn't compensated for this review. I'm just really excited about getting a good deal!)

The wedding party will be wearing the ones on the right; Mr. M will be standing out and looking gorgeous in the lighter pink tie on the left. Rrraowr!

Weighty Matters

Last week, Mr. M and I met up with our awesome photographer, Daniel Krieger, for an engagement photo session. We started out at our favorite swanky cocktail bar in Brooklyn, where the bartenders mixed us up some beautiful - and yummy - cocktails while Daniel took pictures. Then we headed out on a walk around the neighborhood, where the trees had finally burst into their full autumn splendor.

It was a good thing I had a drink or two, I think, because I spent a lot of the session really nervous about whether or not I would look extra-chunky in the finished pictures. While a lot of the time, I can look in the mirror and be happy with what I see, I really hate the way I photograph. I have a lot of bad angles, you know - pretty much everything that isn't a straight up Myspace photo shot from above - so I worried about almost every pose. A profile shot? Ugh, better suck in the stomach. Craning my head up to kiss Mr. M? Might as well just shine a spotlight on my double chin! 

While I've lost thirty pounds since our engagement, and I'm much happier about the way I fit into clothes and how much healthier I feel, taking our engagement pictures made me realize that I need to step it up on a couple of fronts before the wedding. First, I should probably stay the course with my weight loss program. With eight months to go before the big day, I can probably shed another thirty pounds - and hopefully, that will make me a little more confident about my body in general.

Second, though, I think it's important for me to get to a place of peace with my body. Sure, I've got a tummy and a pair of flabby arms and chubby cheeks that get extra chubby when I grin wide - but I've also got a fiance who loves me just the way I am and tells me I'm beautiful every day. That doesn't mean I don't need to continue to strive to be as healthy as possible - for myself, for Mr. M and for our future little M's - but I also need to stop obsessing about my imperfections. I can't help where the camera focuses, but I can control where I focus - on the love pouring out of Mr. M's gorgeous face, the tender way we hold each other, the beauty that he sees in me. 

Paper garden escort cards

Once I had decided that paper flower escort cards was the way to go, I had to figure out how to make them happen without breaking the bank. Although they're one of the DIY projects that I'm most excited about, I didn't want to spend hundreds of dollars on pre-made flowers from Etsy or the pricey kits from Paper Source. I considered borrowing a Cricut machine from a friend, but after watching some instructional videos, I realized that it would take an awfully long time to cut out enough petals for 200 flowers with the Cricut. Yikes! Time to find a plan B.

I came across these video tutorials on YouTube and knew instantly that paper punches were the way to go! So I scampered on down to Paper Source to pick up some pink and gold cardstock and ordered four EK Success Retro Flower punches from Amazon - one each in XL, Large, Medium and Small. When they came in yesterday, I spent a good part of the evening following the video tutorials and doing a little bit of experimenting on my own. This is what I came up with!

Aren't they gorgeous?! I got through about fifteen last night. They're a bit time-consuming but not super tedious, and luckily we still have eight months before the wedding, so I think a few more crafting sessions (while watching Four Weddings, of course) should get the job done. When it's time to do the seating chart and write out the escort cards, we'll attach some little paper flags with everyone's name and table assignment. Scattered around our card table's display of ferns and jasmine vines, I think these will be absolutely beautiful! 

Love is a decision

This weekend, Mr. M and I attended our long-awaited (and long-dreaded) Catholic Engaged Encounter retreat. Long story short: it was amazing.

There were some parts we weren't crazy about, of course, like the creaky beds in our monastic cells or the stale croissants at breakfast. (Luckily, there was a McDonald's across the street! When we pulled into the parking lot of the retreat center and spied the Golden Arches, the knowing look that Mr. M and I gave each other was proof positive that we're a hundred percent perfect for each other.) But the weekend's bright spots eclipsed the not-so-hot ones by far. Some of the bonding we did was over silly stuff - like sneaking out for breakfast at 6:30 a.m. before anyone else was awake, or Mr. M crawling out onto the balcony to let me into my room after I accidentally locked myself out of it. But most of it was real, honest, emotional re-connection.

Living it up, monk style!

Our fellow fiances and fiancees were a smart, honest, fun group of people. Though most of the work we did was just with our own intended, there was a group session on Saturday night where we all sat around in a circle and discussed relationship issues that we'd written down and stuffed in the anonymous questions box earlier in the day. There was a really broad range of experience in the group, and it was really cool to hear other folks' thoughts on some things that come up in a lot of marriages. The two older married couples who led the discussions throughout the weekend were also fantastic. They did a lot of very honest sharing about their lives together, and I really appreciated their willingness to open up and tell us about how they have worked to create successful, happy marriages.

I was nervous, before the weekend, that Mr. M and I would be put through some sort of Spanish Inquisition about our living arrangements or subjected to a lecture about burning in hell if we ever even thought about using contraceptives, but that kind of thing never really happened. There was a discussion about Natural Family Planning and a couple of mentions in the written materials about the supposed benefits of not living together before marriage, but the judgement I expected was nowhere to be found. (Phew!)

All in all, the time we spent there was worth every minute and every penny. We loved it so much that we signed up to volunteer to be one of the presenting married couples someday in the future! It was so lovely to take some time out from our daily lives and just share with each other. I couldn't recommend it more highly!

Close Encounters of the Engaged Kind

Mr. M and I are packing up to go on our Catholic Engaged Encounter this weekend. I'm looking forward to it - but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little nervous!

Engaged Encounter is a weekend-long retreat that the church offers as an alternative to the traditional pre-cana classes. We'll be staying at a retreat center in deep, deep Brooklyn, sharing dorm rooms with a same sex roommate and spending the weekend learning about married life from other Catholic married couples. From what I can gather, we'll be doing a lot of writing and sharing with each other rather than with the whole group, which takes a little bit of the edge off! But still... it definitely takes me out of my cozy comfort zone to be sharing a room with a stranger... and possibly sharing things about my relationship with a big group of people I don't know!

But at the end of the day, I think it will be a good experience. Mr. M and I have pretty awesome communication, if I do say so myself, but there are always more things to talk about. And I've heard that EE is actually a really wonderful experience. Some of my friends have gone through it, and they say that it's really strengthened their bond as a couple and brought up a lot of discussions that might not have come up otherwise. Mr. M and I share a lot of the same values and dreams for our future, and I think we've pretty much covered all of the relevant topics on our own: the timing (and raising) of future little Ms, our financial goals, our feelings on the topic of divorce, our respective childhoods. But who knows? There is always more to learn.

So wish me luck!

Put a ring on it! Part 2

On a very long and drizzly ride back home from a cousin's wedding in upstate New York a few months ago, I spotted an outlet mall with a sign for a Zales outlet along the highway. Discount jewelry?! "Pull over!" I shrieked. "We need wedding bands!"

Turns out, outlet doesn't really mean what it used to. Mr. M and I tried on a bunch of rings, but the prices seemed comparable to a regular Zales store, and even with the slight discount, we didn't feel moved to buy anything. On the bright side, though, we did make some decisions about the styles we like! Mr. M fell in love with a tungsten band with black detailing and I realized that my engagement ring's setting meant that I would either have to get a curved wedding band or rock a considerable gap between the e-ring and the wedding ring. I liked the curved look a lot more than the gap, and when the saleswoman showed us how it would look with two curved diamond bands - one on either side of my engagement ring - Mr. M and I were both sold. Sparkles and curves was the way to go.

Back home, I started looking for the perfect curved band, and I found it at OroSpot!

Picture from OroSpot website

It was not only just the right amount of bling, the price also sounded pretty excellent. Last night, we pulled the trigger and ordered it! 

I can't wait til it arrives - I'm totally going to put it on and start prancing around, practicing for married life. "Oh, this ring?" I'll say, "it's my wedding band. My husband bought it for me!" 

At least until my friends start giving me those "you're crazy" looks, of course. Then I'll tuck it back into the box and put it away until the big day in June. 

Put a ring on it!

There's already one ring on it, of course - my engagement ring. But in a little less than nine months - yay! - it'll be time to add another one - the wedding ring! 

But before we get to that, let me take you back to the day we bought ring #1. Mr. M and I had been discussing marriage for a while, and he told me that he'd like to propose around my birthday in January. He also said that he really wanted me to pick out the ring myself, since he's not much of a jewelry fan and I'm... well... picky. After nixing the idea of buying a ring at a chain store like Zales or Kay's, and being somewhat terrified at the prospect of wandering around the Diamond District with a wad of cash, we decided to go visit my parents for a weekend and take a trip to my family's favorite independent jeweler. 

On our way to the jeweler, my mom mentioned that she'd seen some really beautiful rings at Sam's Club. I had a hard time believing that they'd have anything worth looking at, but Mr. M and I agreed to go check it out. (I was secretly hoping to be able to prove her wrong!) So we waltzed up to the jewelry counter at Sam's and started looking at rings in our price range. Some were pretty, but I was mostly unimpressed... until I saw The One. 

Holy sparkles, Batman! It was beautiful - a simple white gold band with a beautiful .58 carat round diamond surrounded by smaller diamonds in what they call a "unity" setting. Although they were all graded I1, I couldn't see any visible inclusions, and whatever was there definitely didn't take away from the beauty of the ring. Because of all the facets clustered together, it sparkled like crazy - and the halo-like setting looked perfect on my big ol' size 11 ring finger. Was this it? Was this my ring?

Picture from the Sam's Club website - which really doesn't do it justice!

I couldn't decide. To be totally, brutally honest, I was having a slight snobbery attack. Could I really rock a ring from a big box store? I had to think about it some more, so we left Sparkles there and continued on to the family jeweler. Once we got there, we gave them our budget and started looking at our options. Long story short - we could really only afford a small-ish diamond in a very plain setting. While I truly think that "smaller" diamond solitaires are gorgeous, classic, beautiful rings - I did have the size 11 finger to think about. A half carat solitaire that would look perfect on a smaller hand looked like a tiny chip on my large finger. 

Thus, the decision was made. We hopped back in the car, went straight back to Sam's Club and purchased Sparkles. I haven't regretted it for a moment since. I still get that "squee!" feeling every time I look down at my hand! And my snobbery attack passed quickly - every time someone admires it, I proudly tell them, "Sam's Club!" We saved some money and got a truly gorgeous piece of jewelry - what's not to be super proud of? 

Vacation, all I ever wanted!

I absolutely love to travel. I love being in an airport in the morning - the buzz of zillions of travelers on their way to a destination, the well-stocked magazine racks, the rumble of suitcase wheels, the crappy overpriced coffee. I love thumbing through my passport and reminiscing about all of the places I've been - eating warm croissants in Paris, hiking the mountains of Cinque Terre in Italy, spending the night on an uninhabited island in Panama. I love going to someplace new and trying to live like a local. Experiencing another culture is one of the most amazing things in the world, and I'm lucky to have had so many incredible trips to so many wonderful places.

That said, when Mr. M and I started planning our honeymoon, we both agreed that we wanted something completely different - an all-inclusive tropical vacation with nothing but sand, sun and an unlimited supply of fruity cocktails. Forget living like a local, forget about exploring and experiencing local culture - we wanted to plant ourselves at a swim up bar for a week or so and just chill out.

I did some research, consulted a bunch of friends for suggestions and looked at resort websites until I was cross-eyed. Did we want in-room whirlpools in Mexico? Swim-up suites in the Dominican Republic? Five days somewhere super luxurious or ten days in a cheaper version of paradise? After some discussion, we both agreed that our must-haves were an all-inclusive adults-only resort with good reviews and plenty of yummy food options. Oh, and that swim-up bar. Totally non-negotiable.

So as soon as we came across the Couples Resorts, we knew we'd hit paydirt - and booked our honeymoon at Couples Swept Away in Negril, Jamaica! Adults only? Check. Great reviews? Check. Swim-up bar? Oh, we've got your swim-up bar! The best part was that the prices were so reasonable, we were able to book the honeymoon of our dreams: ten days long. 

Photo from Couples.com website - hello, beautiful beach! Hello, hammock!

Ten days of palm trees and sand, of sunscreen and rum punch, of reading crappy novels on the beach and eating jerk chicken and having nothing to do but spend time with each other... oh man, I can't wait! 

The best part for us so far has been Couples' Love Away plan. We put down $100 to reserve our rates, and every month between now and next May, we put another $100 towards our balance. They also have a best price guarantee, which meant that when better rates popped up last month, I was able to call and immediately switch our package to the new cheaper rates. (We saved close to $700!) 

When I'm having a rough day at work now, I just pull up the Couples website and indulge in a little bit of daydreaming. I'm all, wedding? What wedding? I'm looking forward to the honeymoon! 

Hello, gorgeous!

I've never been much of a make-up girl. I'm envious of women who what to do with cosmetics - they always look so put together! My grooming standards tend to be a lot lower - as long as I've brushed my teeth and I'm wearing pants and a shirt, I'm pretty much ready to go. I've been trying to step it up a little bit more lately, putting some more thought into my outfits and making sure I blow out my hair in the morning and put on a little foundation, but I'm still an absolute beginner when it comes to the world of make-up. 

Which is why I was super grateful to meet Elizabeth Black, who came over this weekend to do a pre-wedding make-up trial. She really knows what she's doing! A little airbrush here, a few false eyelashes there, and I was a significantly prettier version of myself. Check it out:

Hello, gorgeous!

After thirty-something years of mostly seeing myself sans eyeliner, I was worried that the drama of wedding day make-up was going to make me feel like a drag queen. But Elizabeth's work was awesome - she made my blotchy skin look porcelain and just perfectly flushed, opened up my eyes and somehow magically found the only shade of lipstick that has ever actually looked good on me. Magic!

And check out those eyelashes!

When I win the lottery, I am so hiring her to come do my make-up every morning. Until then, I'll just have to look forward to seeing her again on my wedding day! 

Ta da!

My ring bearer's pillow is done!

And after the party, it's the...

... after party!

Since we're having a day time wedding, we thought it would be a nice idea to have a casual after party for people who felt like keeping the party going. It also gives Mr. M and I a chance to throw a wedding-related party that's a little more "us" than the formal reception. We're pretty laid back people, generally, and a great date night for us involves little more than some awesome cheap food, a couple of beers and a really excellent dessert. (Oh, bliss!) We also know that a lot of the time at our actual wedding reception will be spent taking pictures, greeting out of town guests and doing all of the cake cutting, Dad-dancing, bouquet-tossing wedding stuff that might keep us from spending quality time with our friends who come out to celebrate with us.

So we're planning on taking over a local bar for the evening and bringing in some of our favorite stuff, like the messy-but-delicious gravy soaked roast beef and mozzarella sandwiches from John's Deli and cupcakes from Robicelli's, a local husband-and-wife cupcake business. We'll open up a tab at the bar for our guests and hopefully have a relaxed, chill evening where people can swing by for a drink or a sandwich and just hang out with us! 

Best roast beef sandwich EVER!

Although I know that at the end of the day, I might want nothing more than to collapse into bed at the swanky hotel where we're spending our wedding night, I'm really excited about having an opportunity to get some quality time with our guests - and that sandwich! 

Felt-o-rama!

A few weeks ago, in one of my Pinterest-Etsy-Blogspot wedding sprees, I came across a seriously gorgeous ring bearer pillow from Hey Miemie on Etsy. It was made out of felt and covered with gorgeous felt flowers and pretty ribbons. Loved it! But instead of just ordering a custom one, I decided to make one for myself. Being a former Girl Scout and chronically bored child of a very creative mother, there are few things in the world I love more than crafting. Origami? Bring it on! Knitting and sewing? I'm your girl! But I had somehow made it through thirty one years on the planet without ever making flowers out of felt.

About seventy five tutorials later, I did it! Though I still have to pick up some embroidery thread and a hot glue gun for the finishing touches, here's what I've got so far:

Kind of cute, right? (Despite the blurry camera-phone photograph.) The felt dahlias were purchased from Michael's, but the other flowers are all homemade. I've got to work on evening out the edges, and I'm planning on embroidering some details on the leaves - oh yeah, and sewing the ribbon on for the rings! - but I kind of love it already.

Update! I finished stitching the leaves and flowers... and I think I might like it better with everything all clustered together in the center like this. What do you think?

Easy breezy?

We're a little bit less than ten months away from our wedding, and people have started asking the Big Question: "Are you totally stressed out yet?"

Until this week, my honest answer has been, not even a little bit! I've been really lucky so far - our venue was available on the date I wanted, the vendors I've booked have been incredibly lovely to work with, our financiers (read: Mumsy and Daddy) have been astonishingly generous and hands-off, our families have been entirely drama-free and my groom has answered all of my wedding related inquiries with "whatever you want is fine with me, babe." Until this week, I was all, so what is this wedding stress that people speak of? Man, I've even drawn up a schedule of errands, projects and dress fittings for the next ten months just to avoid the possibility of finding myself knee-deep in DIY and losing my mind the week of the wedding! I've got this thing down!

Until this week, that is. I had two things to take care of this week: hotel room blocks and a makeup artist. Pssh, simple! Monday morning, I contacted the three local hotels we'd selected to set up room blocks, figuring the whole thing would be done by the end of the day. Uh, not so much. The first hotel - our fancy-pants, high-end hotel where I was planning on spending the night before the wedding with my bridesmaids, then my wedding night with Mr. M - was BOOKED. Fully booked! Ten months in advance! No room at the inn! There would be no sneaking out with the girls for French pastries at the great little bakery nearby on my wedding morning, no last-minute-jitters-calming cocktails at my favorite bar in the neighborhood... what a bummer! Well, at least the other two hotels would come through.... right?

No dice. I can't get an answer from the second hotel for love or money, and the third hotel apparently doesn't do room blocks. Oy. Time for Plans B, C and D.

My search for a makeup artist didn't fare much better - did you guys know that most makeup artists have minimums for Saturday bookings? And extra fees for turning up at the butt-crack of dawn in my hotel in God-knows-which-borough-at-this-point? Yikes. I must have sent thirty inquiries this week, only to get the Dikembe Mutombo finger wag from most of them.

 

Only the bride needs makeup? I don't think so!

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But finally I found someone who has a beautiful portfolio, great reviews and was willing to work with just me... yay! So I immediately and eagerly booked a trial with her for next month, and unless it's really truly atrocious (and from what I've seen of her work, there's no way it will be) I am totally booking her on the spot. And then giving her a hug and a really big tip.

So while this is definitely nothing like the kind of OMG-level wedding stress that everyone talks about... this week was my first little taste of it. And if this is as bad as it gets... well, then I'm pretty lucky. (Fingers crossed!)

All Weddings, All the Time

Mr. M strolled into the living room today and found me sitting at the computer with five browser windows open at the same time - my wedding planning spreadsheet, the boards at Weddingbee, a wedding blog, my Pinterest page and the embossing tools selection at Paper Source. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if I wasn't also printing out the contract to sign and send to our florist, writing out a check to the trolley company and downloading the Brides magazine app to our iPad... all while watching Say Yes to the Dress.

 

He was nice about it, of course, letting me get away with just a bit of gentle teasing... but I really couldn't help but wonder whether my Type-A tendency towards over-planning was getting the best of me.  I've really got a one track mind these days! I found myself at Grand Central last week, browsing the magazine selection at a huge newsstand before a long train ride and looking for a new bridal magazine to keep me entertained. Much to my horror, I realized that I had already read them all.

Every. Single. One. 

From Bridal Guide to Martha Stewart Weddings to the Knot, and even dipping into the slightly more obscure Manhattan Bride and Destination Weddings, I had completely exhausted the available supply of wedding magazines. Um. Oh, man. I'm embarrassed for myself. 

We're about ten months out from our wedding day now, and I think it's time for me to take a little tiny bit of a step backwards, stop dropping wads of cash on stacks of glossy ads and start reading the New York Times... at least more often than I read Ruffled. Otherwise, I think I'm in danger of becoming The Girl Who Only Talks About Her Wedding. And noooobody wants to be that girl! 

So for now, I'm gonna call it a night, get into bed and read an actual book. One that has no lace, no fine china ads and absolutely no etiquette tips. Oh, Lyndon B. Johnson biography... you are exactly what I need right now!

I'm sensing a theme...

While it was fairly easy to pick wedding colors - I settled on navy and fuschia after a brief flirtation with blush and gold - it was considerably harder to decide on a theme. I know you don't really need one and plenty of people have beautiful weddings completely devoid of an articulable theme, but I'm a lady who needs some direction. Otherwise, I'll just be adrift in a sea of Pinterest pins, mixing rustic favors with classically romantic escort cards and whimsical table numbers. Oh, the horror that would be!

When Bridesmaid J and I went to my first consultation with a potential florist, she asked about our colors and our theme.

 "We're going to do navy and fuschia for the colors, and the theme is... uh... is, uhhh...." Quick, lady! You can't let the florist think you don't have a theme! She's a wedding professional... don't let her think you're some sort of bridal slacker! Come up with something! "Um... gardens? Cause it's in a botanical garden?" Yes! Quick thinking, girl. Crisis averted.

"Gardens! That's a great idea," said the florist, ever gracious. She whipped out a catalog of centerpiece stands and, before I knew it, came up with some brilliant ideas for an English garden themed celebration. My panicked last minute gotta-have-a-theme theme? Not so bad after all!

Armed with a new sense of direction, I started thinking about the details. Although we're still ten months out from the wedding, I want to get a head start on some of our DIY projects so that I don't wind up spending next spring freaking out, up to my elbows in felt and glue and misery. Escort cards seemed like a good place to start. I loved the idea of paper flower escort cards - and frankly, I've been dying for an excuse to get one of those little paper flower kits from Paper Source - so I picked up the Mini Magnolia kit. I wanted to see whether assembling 180 of those suckers was going to be a fun, crafty thing to do... or a paper-based system of torture that would drive me slowly over the edge. 

Turns out it's the former... at least so far. The flowers come together pretty fast and are really, really cute! But now the problem I'm running into is how to turn these cute flowers into functioning escort cards. At first, I thought I could just print the names and table numbers on the leaves:

Nice, but not so functional. The flower petals obscure the names and the table numbers. No dice!

My second try fared a bit better, but still not really perfect:

It's a little bit easier to read the pertinent information, but the bloom really covers up a little too much. I think part of the problem could be solved by gluing down the flower a bit closer to the edge of the paper... but honestly, I feel like there must be a more attractive solution out there. Any ideas?

Shutterbug!

With our DJ plans solidified, next up on the decks was our search for a great photographer. Finding a great photographer was really important to me; besides being a little bit vain, I'm also a total photography enthusiast. While I'm no great artiste myself, I've definitely learned enough about good (and bad) photography through my years of mucking about with cameras that I knew exactly what I wanted - someone with a photojournalist style who could also deliver great portraits, someone who was great with composition and color, was excited about using different film formats and above all, someone who could make simply beautiful pictures.

I dove headfirst into researching local photographers. Living in New York, we're lucky enough to be surrounded by talented people. I briefly considered asking a friend of mine, who is a professional wedding photographer, to shoot our wedding, but decided that I'd rather have her attend as a guest and not a vendor. So onwards and upwards, through a ton of websites and portfolios and recommendations. Many of the photographers whose work I loved were well out of our price range, and a lot of the folks who were more affordable just didn't have work that really moved me. I was worried that we would have to choose between splurging and settling - until I came across Daniel Krieger.

Daniel's portfolio is incredible, and while his prices aren't exactly bargain basement, he could easily get away with charging twice what he does. He is an immensely talented photographer with a really amazing range. Seriously, how many photographers are as good at capturing intimate moments....

 

... as they are at capturing spontaneous ones? 

Daniel's pictures are so perfectly composed, they don't scream "wedding picture!" so much as "gorgeous piece of art that I would totally hang on my wall and love to death."

And his talent for taking truly gorgeous portraits of people? Incredible. You know how sometimes people are just really talented at getting what's really beautiful about a person into a picture? Daniel's totally got that down. 

 

His work makes stunning use of the interplay between light and dark....

 

... and he even has a Hasselblad! Oh man, I love me some medium format. (And look at the way that he turns what could be a regular old posed photograph into something really beautiful and cool.) 

I am so cuckoo-bananas excited to be working with Daniel Krieger as our wedding photographer. Our engagement shoot is coming up in a couple of months, and I totally can't wait. In the meantime, I'm feeding my inner photo junkie by checking his blog at danielkrieger.com quite frequently - and you should too, as these pictures are really just the tip of the awesomeness iceberg. 

All photographs are copyright Daniel Krieger, posted via danielkrieger.com.