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Holy bananas, people. I know I’ve been straight-dreadful at posting lately. Life not only caught up with me, but completely bowled me over.

So, you know I’ve been blogging for The Broke-Ass Bride as their new Real Weddings contributor. It’s super awesome, I’m learning tons and it’s a lot of work. But in the bestfreakingwaypossible. It’s a great venue for writing for me and also being able to reach out and remember how exciting that post-wedding halo is. Brides get STOKED to have their stuff appear on a blog they love. I would know. That’s how I’ve felt with the Offbeat Bride post, the Broke-Ass Bride post and Kat’s recap on Persimmon Images.

On top of this, and my regularly scheduled real job, I’ve been asked to edit a second book for someone I have already edited a book for.

Also, it snowed. So I finally was able to get out on my snowboard. Aussie and I miraculously had a day off together and he was even more miraculously able to get his hands on his work pass, so we got to spend a whole glorious day cruising the mountain. It was a nice respite from reading words constantly. It was a perfect bluebird day, there were plenty of powder pockets to be destroyed and our playlists couldn’t have been more appropriate.

Also, the tickets for Shannypantses wedding this summer are booked, and I ordered a smokin’ hot dress for it.

I’m seeking out a couple new business possibilities right now as well, so we’ll see what comes to fruition. Keep your fingers crossed!

Finally … I freaking want to go to this concert SOOOO BAD. If only money did, in actuality, grow on trees.

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Half-iversary.

Well, we’re halfway there to a whole damn year. Many of my favorite blogs are doing a roundup of posts, or best of’s or sumthin’ sumthin’ of that sort.

But, considering just six months ago we took the plunge, tied the knot, got wedinated, I thought it more apt to talk about that.

In the 184 days since that radtastic day on the beach in Hawaii, there’s been a lot of momentum in the Moynihan-Hunter household:

We got a new apartment, just the three of us.

– I got a promotion.

– We both turned 27.

– We had our first Thanksgiving together.

– We shared our first New Year’s kiss.

-We met some amazing friends, and watched those amazing friends move away.

– I got a gig contributing to one of my favorite blogs.

– One of our good friends got engaged.

– Said friend became a dad for a second time.

WE RELEASED A SEA TURTLE.

– And we’ve grown closer, day by day.

There have been adventures, some good, some bad, that have arisen in our journey together in the last six months. I hope every day will hold the promise and opportunity of us building our bond and enjoying every minute together.

Happy Half-iversary, love.

Top photo: Persimmon Images.

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Over There (Pt. II).

YES. We have arrived.

Kat put our wedding up on Persimmon Images‘ blog today.

CHECK IT.

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Place.

Oh, the Mauna Lani. How addictive you’ve become. Hooked, after just one trip. And now that the cold weather and snow have officially inundated the Hole, it’s time for a little visual trip back.

While the prices were a bit in the upper echelon, I couldn’t be happier about choosing to have our wedding there. Lauren was the first person to respond after I shot out a flurry of emails to hotels on the Big Island. Seriously, I think I emailed 15 places the moment we decided that Hawaii was the place to be.

Lauren emailed me back, got a general idea of what we wanted and immediately began working with me to ensure the best experience. Rather than pay a holy buttload up front, she allowed us to make a feasible deposit and pay down the rest over time. Which worked like a dream.

When the time came, she and Pinkie did everything to make sure we were within our means and had the best effing party at the same time.

And it wasn’t just them. EVERYONE at the Mauna Lani was amazing. From the service when we first arrived, to the helpfulness of everyone ranging from spa coordinators to front desk to bartenders to pool attendants. There was such sincere friendliness and genuine caring.

When they say the staff at the Mauna Lani becomes your ohana, they truly mean it.

Glass elevator. Open-air.

Oh, a few fish ponds? Sure. Why not.

View from the top.

Not bad for a little beach ceremony action.

Nice place to be a fish.

Beachy keen.

I like turtles.

How's the serenity?

Venue: Mauna Lani Bay Hotel & Bungalows
Photos: Persimmon Images

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Prep: Him.

As opposed to my 3.5- to 4-hour process, Aussie’s apparently only took about 15 minutes. Sh*t, shower and shave, I’m sure. Therefore his time was spent, more aptly, hanging out by the pool, drinking beer, etc. Lucky bastard.

Vows.

The predecessor.

Smiley Rusty.

Good thing there's a doctor in the crew.

Gresh.

Brace yo self.

Cool.

Proud Mama.

See how easy and painless it was for them? Well, painless except for Gresham’s leg, that is. And don’t they look so handsome?

Aussie’s Shirt: Express for Men
His Shorts: Volcom on Dogfunk.com
Pocketwatches: Amazon.com

All photographs by Persimmon Images.

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Prep: Me.

Once we got back to the hotel and stood awkwardly around for a bit, then ran around doing some last-minute errands, it was time to shower and begin the process of getting ready. Of course, being me, I allowed entirely too much time between returning from the Love Pond and my appointment with Mara. So I sat around for a while. I wrote a blog post, checked my FaceSpace, drank a warm beer and just kind of chilled. Kat showed up and started taking pics of the extraneous little things, and eventually Mara showed up to get the surprisingly long process of making me all purdyfied out of the way. Remember how I wanted my hair originally? Yeah, well, my hair doesn’t do that. But I dug the end result.

*P.S.: There’s some bra action, though minor, in this post. Divert your eyes/computer screen, if you must.*

Pretty sure I'm telling Shane to keep the beverages flowing.

Beginning of the braid dilemma.

Solution to the braid dilemma.

Mimosas ease frustration. It's a fact.

Another awesome thing about best friends? They actually force you to eat. Burgers.

The finger waves that never would.

My hair is, apparently, as stubborn as its bearer.

Let Round 2 commence!

Moar?

Airbrushing: Good for nixing forehead spots and tan lines.

Mara totally had the set up. Even if there was an obscene amount of pink.

I begged for this. And ran out of time to put it on.

More failure!!!

Damn you, follicles!

Shane likes to carry big black garbage bags around. Whatevs.

Mama Sooz.

Loves.

My favorites.

It takes a team.

Shaner trained for months for this.

Smells like team spirit.

Mama's job.

The whole process took about 3.5 to 4 hours, which was considerably longer than I’d thought. My hair refused to cooperate, which dragged the whole experience out. Mara was such a trooper, and finally after about the third try on the finger waves, she asked if she could just sweep my bangs to the side. At that point, I was totally for whatever she was suggesting. She did such a fantastic job and fully put up with all of our goofiness.

Hair and makeup: Mara at Lilikoi Hair Studio.
Venue: Mauna Lani Bay Hotel & Bungalows
All photos by Persimmon Images.

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Tough.

Throughout the engagement and planning process, much like the question we hear now, nearly everyone around us would ask us the same thing, or a variant of such:

How are you doing?

How are you feeling?

Are you nervous/anxious/ready?

We understood it was all well-intentioned.

During the earlier stages, the question was one that would invite a lengthy response which usually corresponded with more intricate details about plans, ideas, giddiness, etc.

However in the immediate days prior, it became like that damn mosquito that hovers near your ear when you’re trying to sleep, just to flit out of reach as you go to conquer it.

It felt as though every time someone asked us, we melted a little more, and not in a good way.

This all came to a head the night before, during a joint family barbeque put on by mi familia. We were tired, frazzled, anxious, overwhelmed, underwhelmed … we were, indeed, ALL THE THINGS.

We appreciated, and still do, everything everyone did for us. But at that point, we’d traveled for three days, had reunions galore from halfway around the world, partied for our hens and stags, missed one marriage license appointment, had another that very morning, finalized all the details, had some miscommunication meltdowns with the coordinator, done a run-through, were under pressure to see everyone we hadn’t, got lost on the way to the barbeque and here we were. With many asking us how we were feeling.

Cue: Meltdown.

It, unfortunately, was one of my sweet, poor, unsuspecting aunts who triggered it. Luckily, she’s got a good head on her shoulders and took it quite well when I turned to her and said:

“Quite honestly, if one more person asks me that question, I’m going to lose it.”

I then stepped away, with Aussie, and cried. Not for being sad, not for being scared. Just for being so overwrought with emotion and stress and pressure. We tried to return to the party, but we couldn’t even finish a beer. A sure sign we were finito.

Luckily, our amazing photographers who’d been there, done that, and my super awesome pseudo-mama, Sooz, took notice. The three came over and told us, under no uncertain terms, that it was quite all right for us to bow out and go back to the hotel.

So we did.

We flopped on our bed, curled up together and just stared. After a while we put on an episode of whatever show we were watching at the time. And we passed out.

We really did appreciate all the concern and checking in, but weddings are hard. I’m happy we didn’t go ‘zilla, but it wasn’t a graceful moment.

Planning weddings is stressful. Being around a ton of family and friends, especially when you haven’t seen them in a while, can be stressful. Add all the elements together? It’s a recipe for implosion.

We survived, obviously, and being with our friends the next morning helped to ease the tension.

We learned, through this experience, that even though we knew the wedding wasn’t about just us, nor was it just about our families, etc., it was about weathering the storm together. It was likely (maybe with the exception of a moment or two during the hens/stags) our most graceless moment, and one I’m not happy about.

But, it did set up boundaries, boundaries we badly needed. We needed to step away and just have some us time, time we hadn’t been able to have up until that point. It’s unfortunate it took that moment, those actions, for us to realize it, but that set up a template for us to be able to recognize it in the future. Which makes knowing what we need, what our boundaries are, not so tough right now.

Juju Ivanyuk by Ben Hassett for Numéro #128 on Fashion Gone Rogue
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Morning.

The morning of the wedding, we decided we wanted to do something with our friends. Just something low-key, hang out together and not feel rushed into the “Omigawd I’m getting married and must act like a crazy person trying to escape zombies, werewolves and unicorns” bit.* Especially since we’d decided long before that we weren’t going to stick with the whole “not seeing each other” tradition. Which would be tough anyway, since we were sharing a hotel room.

So, we did.

I’d read in one of my favorite guide books that there is a “secret love pond” on the grounds of the Mauna Lani that you can actually swim in.

It’s a natural salt pool filled by the tide. There are little shrimpies (redundant?) living in it, so you can’t wear any sunscreen/chemicals/etc. And it’s surprisingly chilly.

So, off we went at 10 on the morning of our wedding.

Meandering along the eel pond. Those suckers are eerie.

Nestled back among the fish ponds.

Oh, my 18-year-old tat on full display. Le sigh.

They're starting to catch on ...

Lurvely Laura.

Gresh couldn't get in because of some "beer bottle shattering" incident. So he said ...

Those steps were slippery as sh*t. We almost had a couple casualties.

Splish splash. Obvious necessity.

You got got!

Bemused.

Amused.

Well, that was fun.

Low tide.

Crikey! It's a whole herd of Australians!

It wasn’t an especially eventful morning, but it was relaxing.

All photos by Persimmon Images.

*It’s Halloween. Obv. This is how my brain is functioning.

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Question.

I’ve been hearing the same inquiry a lot lately.

“How’s married life?”

I have the same standard answer.

The same. Just an extra piece of jewelry.

It’s an answer that gets me out of a lot of inane small talk and allows the conversation to move forward.

But … it’s not the whole truth. It’s not a lie, but it’s an easy brush-over.

The truth is … it’s easier.

There’s a serenity. I mean, the “extra piece of jewelry” response is pretty fitting, because it’s an easy answer. But life is easier. There’s never a moment of pseudo-panic during a fight where I start hyperventilating. There’s uber rare occurrences of psycho pissed-offness.

Also, because we lived together before we were married, and even though now it’s just the two (three) of us, we know each other. We know the asinine habits, the annoying quirks, the endearing touches, the OCD … or lack thereof. It’s not a new adjustment on top of a new adjustment.

It’s just an extra piece of jewelry … and that spare room full of crap.

In short, we just have to move past whatever is not conducive to the cut of our jib. We have to. Because we made that promise. So while it may be momentarily hard, in the long run, it’s easier. And that’s the absolute glory of making that commitment. It makes the hard stuff easier.

Photo: Persimmon Images. My most ‘derrrrp’ moment in the entire collection. Also? I love that Shan and Sooz are looking at me, horrified.

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Detail: Attire.

I love my dress. Note I didn’t say “loved” but rather “love.” I pulled it out last weekend to show a friend and totally went “squee!” all over again. It’s so … perfect for me. From the personalized detail to the fit to the all-around look of it, it screams my name from the top of its bejeweled straps. And while we didn’t necessarily build all the other details of our attire to go around my dress, they did just happen to perfectly coincide. Which … rocks. Aussie’s mum got the shoes I ended up wearing (remember how many I had?) after donning my flip-flops (which have gone missing) and before opting for bare feet (which resulted in a minor injury). She also procured the petticoat. I ordered the buttons and the pearls and Aussie’s suspenders. Somehow, all of it ended up matching perfectly.

My dream of turquoise peep-toe slingbacks came to fruition.

The ubiquitous Chucks.

See? Buttons match the suspenders.

One more shoe pic ... you know, for good measure.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dress: David’s Bridal
Buttons: LiDDesigns Supplies
Shorts: Volcom via Dogfunk
“Forever” hanger: Lila Frances

All photos by Persimmon Images

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