Time.

No matter how much you plan and organize and delegate and reorganize and micromanage your wedding day, time is a squirrely little beast. Hell, not just the day. THE WHOLE PLANNING PROCESS.

I had ours worked out pretty well. I figured my hair and makeup would take a couple hours, max, and with the ceremony slated to start at 5:30, I thought 2 would be juuuust fine for Mara to show up and begin the process.

HA.

My hair and makeup took right up until 10 minutes before the ceremony was supposed to start. Apparently my hair refuses to cooperate, even when full of schlagoo to make it work. The finger waves I’d decided on for my bangs? Yeah, no. It took a good two hours of my hair in rollers, bobby pins, curling irons, etc., before we literally said “eff it and just make it not be in my face.” Seriously, I had such a minimal amount of time to get into my dress, much less take portraits with my side before the ceremony. However, Kat was able to get lots of great detail shots, since there are only so many photos you can get of curled hair.

And then!!! The ceremony was longer than I expected (I read it aloud and with Aussie no less than five times. Each time it took 15 minutes). And we were swept up with photos. And family.
Our 6:30 reception arrival? Try 7:15. It was still an effing blast, though. Impromptu karaoke, anyone?

Planning on planning your day is difficult. Working with your photographer is necessary. We lucked out in that we had Kat and Justin for a couple of days, so we got lots of nifty shots. But there were many I was a bit sad not to get. No matter, just poor planning on my behalf.

Morgan at Morgan Trinker Photography posted a fantastic guideline to planning your day. Really, seriously read it. And make sure that even if you think your photographer knows the key shots to get, you spell it out. Because, let’s face it, no one’s really a mind reader.

No one is saying you have to get up at 6:30 in the morning for a 5:30 p.m. ceremony, but give yourself a bit of wiggle room. We did a great outing in the morning with our friends and I was pretty good to go as far as getting ready by noon. But, my hair is a stubborn little bitch and hindered the progress. Which, honestly, I should have known.

Time and a Place.

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!

Smoochies.

Peacing out to the partaaayyy!

I think I’m on the right track.

xo

Of War And Roommates

It’s cold here today. Like, -9 cold. And in any other logical state, I’d likely stay home instead of having to get all rugged up like Randy in “A Christmas Story.”

However, my state is far from logical. I had to weasel my way in to getting Tuesdays off from now until the wedding just so I had a day where I could have fun and a day where I could focus on the big W. And today is a W day. I have to go to the fabric store and see if I can find the stuff to make a headband. I have to stop by at least 2 places in town to get quotes for alterations. I need to go peruse the other stores to see if I can find a headband alternative. I need a spinach feta bagel with an herb smear and a latte from Pearl Street. I need Thai food.

I needed Aussie to come with me, but it’s cold and I’m already on sensory overload for the day. It’s been nonstop noise and busy-ness in this house. I haven’t had any moments of Me time unless I retreat to my room, which I hate having to do. I’m afraid if he tags along, I will be uber-bitch, but I got Tuesdays off specifically to spend with him. I wanted to have the time to learn how to dance, to talk about where we’re at, to have a nice meal. But I’m afraid the Roommate Lords will forever reign in this battle. I am conquered.

Therefore, I must go alone. I don’t want to be a bitch, but I’m not going to win. So, quietly into the cold oblivion, I retreat to win the battle of Wedding, even though in the War of Roommates, I shall continue to be deafeated.

xo