So, the lovely, wonderful and amazeballz Kate Cope worked her talented magic and made me a hair thingy!
Sorry it’s kind of blurry, I had to resize it. But rad, yeah?
Thank you thank you thank you thank you!!!!!
Days. Left. To go.
As Aud so appropriately put it: Married, not buried. Thank you for that, bt-dubs.
Yep. Officially under a hundo. When we started there were 682. We’ve come that far.
In that time, we’ve experienced loss, joy, frustration, panic, rage, stress and bliss. We’ve cried, fought, laughed, loved and drank. We learned more about one another and pissed each other off. We’ve grown together and separately. We’ve gone through roommates, made new friends and said goodbye to others. We’ve saved money, made some big purchases and consequently big decisions.
We’ve planned a wedding.
As 583 days have passed, we’ve changed our minds about many things. But one thing hasn’t changed: We love each other. We want to be with each other. And in 99 days, we will be making one of the biggest commitments of either of our lives. We will be vowing to love the other, with all our hearts, through the good, the bad and the mundane. Through the happiness and the tears. Through moves, jobs and baseball season. We will be saying “I will” to spending the rest of our days with one another.
And you know what? It’s thrilling. It’s scary as hell and surreal, but thrilling.
Srsly. It floors me sometimes when looking around for something cute/fun/pretty to add to the Wedination and I realize it costs as much as our tickets to Hawaii. Fo real. I mean, if I only paid about a hundo for The Dress, how am I possibly going to shell out $225 for a hair accessory? Not that I would, but it’s the principle. I mean, I know some people can afford it. I know some people wouldn’t even bat an eye at spending an ungodly amount on an effing candlestick. But what about the rest of us poor saps? What if we don’t want to spend $40 on a bobby pin? Or $80 on a guest book that will end up in some drawer somewhere only to be looked at when we’re feeling especially nostalgic?
I know the WIC is part of the reason why brides and grooms feel obligated to go spend-crazy on their weddings. I get that. But what about independent vendors? What about Etsy? Even on there, a community of artists, there are some yikes!-inducing price tags geared toward brides and grooms.
I mean, sure, I could DIY the crap out of stuff to make it *more affordable*, but let’s face it: I’m not crafty. I don’t have much time (though, obv. I find plenty of time for Facebook and blogging). And I don’t feel like getting uber frustrated, as I know I would. I know part of price tags are paying someone else for their time to do something for you. Done. Get it. But … still. I know there’s a lot out there on how once you add a variety of words (including but not limited to: bridal, wedding, matrimony, marriage) to an event, the price skyrockets. Ariel touches on the subject here.
I wonder in earnest how one can still have an uber quality wedding without either DIY-ing out the ass or paying a buttload. I know you can always have friendors hop to it for you, but what if, like me, most of my radtastic friends are far away and living their own fun-filled lives? Must I still suck it up and either get my hands dirty or burn a hole in my wallet?
This, to me, is the worst part. I mean, I have the same routine EVERY DAY. Powder, black eyeliner, mascara and go. Done. Easy peasy. But …
Shouldn’t it be different on that day? Prolly. So I’ve been perusing the Interwebz for ideas.
This much I know: I want an assload of mascara, I want my eyes to stand out and I want red lips.
*** DISCLAIMER: IF YOU DON’T WANT TO SEE THE DRESS, STOP HERE ***
I got it back from the tailor. Calla did a fantastic job, and quite speedily. And I can’t be thankful enough for Lana and her generosity.
We decided the light was a bit bright, so Lana moved me to in front of a grey drape.
The petticoat is the exact same length of the skirt, so you can see it a bit when I move … but it’s especially amazeballz when I twirl.
I’ve got a croquet set. Because my bestest friend in the whole wide world rocks unbelievably. We’re getting a glow-in-the-dark bocce set, because that would rock.
Nah, I’m saying we need some Apples to Apples. Cuz it’s radtastic.
Plus, if peeps don’t want to rock the bocce or croquet, they can best one another at this. Think of the photo ops!
*P.S. Word on the street has it my dress is done and I’m picking it up manana. Let’s hope I can find my camera between now and then!*
I’ve been slowly but surely working on the ceremony. I’ve figured out … a basic idea of the timeline. What? I said slowly. The words themselves will take a bit to conjure up … but here’s what I’ve got so far.
We walk our happy asses in.
Officiant (let’s refer to him here on out as Honorable Homie) does the welcome/greeting/wazzup bleyotches!
Something amazing and insightful or otherwise pertaining to us and the reason we’re all so gathered.
His insightfulness followed by my insightfulness.
Those circular thingies we put on our digits.
You gone done get wedinated!
Peacing out to the partaaayyy!
I think I’m on the right track.
Yep. 122 days. Yikes! But I’m feeling confident. We strolled around town yesterday looking for hats for Aussie and may have to wait until May to get one because no one had his size.
We talked more about the playlist.
I got the updated menu from the hotel.
We have just over a month until the RSVP deadline, but it looks like we’re holding steady at about 50.
My dress is getting altered, and I can’t wait to see it.
Only thing we have left are decorations. Oh, and my lingeries.
I’m feeling good.