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May 8th, 2013 | 0 Comments - Leave a Comment
So, my good friend Tara gave me a giant bag of M&M’s for my birthday in April. I finally asked one of my coworkers to take it from me a few weeks ago — I just couldn’t stop eating them. I’ve also really started to eat better (zero bread) and have been able to get outside with the nicer weather. I’m feeling good, have lost a few pounds, but nothing major. Nothing I thought was major until yesterday at a dress fitting. I accidentally lost weight in, ahem, my bust (but also my stomach!).
Elsa, my seamstress and friend, arched her eyebrows.
“You lost weight! Knock it off!” She’d just finished the painstaking task of removing the pearls that decorate the bodice, taking in the material and then re-attaching the pearls. Now she’d have to do it again.
“Can’t I just get a better bra?” I asked.
“No. You’ll have a shelf,” she replied, gesturing with her hands what an odd shape a strapless gel bra two sizes too large for me would make under the dress. “Plus, it’ll be wide open for everyone to see.”
Lesson learned: Try to time the final fitting as close as possible to the wedding.
May 1st, 2013 | 0 Comments - Leave a Comment
Hi! This past weekend, my Aunt Jean hosted my second wedding shower, mostly for family and a few close friends who couldn’t attend the first one. We had such fun!
Way back in January, I blogged about going to Olive Garden for lunch with my aunt and cousins to talk about wedding “stuff.” During that lunch, when I was feeling low about not being able to have a massive wedding extravaganza, Jean and co. brought me out of the dull drums by getting me to focus on the wedding shower they were planning for me–what kind of food, what kind of theme, etc. At the time, I mentioned “The Great Gatsby” as one of my wedding inspirations, and that I loved small plates/bite-sized meals.
Well. These ladies created a beautiful spread, with tiny desserts, tarts, punch and beautiful white hydrangeas in clear vases, decorated with white pearls. If that weren’t enough, Aunt Jean even cranked up her Edison victrola and played a few songs, just to set the mood. We chatted, played a party game (Jean knows I’m not a big fan that actually turned out to be really fun and enjoyed each others’ company.
And I don’t have any pictures. Why? Because I wasn’t taking any. Isn’t that the way it goes? My cousin is sending some, which I’ll post when I get them.
Oooh! We also bought our wedding rings. Those will stay top secret until the wedding pictures are posted, but let’s just say I solved my dilemma in a big way
April 23rd, 2013 | 0 Comments - Leave a Comment
So, it’s official. Invitations are not only out, but have been acknowledged by many recipients, greatly alleviating any paranoia I held regarding the accuracy of the U.S. Postal Service. We even saw our invitation at a friend’s house on Friday night, which, for some reason, felt sort of odd.
My grandparents win the prize for first response cards submitted. Hurrah! All of a sudden, I had to figure out my plan for noting and archiving received response cards, and separating them by event. Necessity being the mother of invention, enter the trusty shoe box method of organization. My laptop is under piles of extra invitations and envelopes, so those response cards will probably be thrown in the box until a caterer bugs me for a head count.
This week, Matt is getting his tux fitted; we’re picking our wedding rings; Matt’s parents are visiting; and my second wedding shower takes place. We’re also picking the scripture readings for the ceremony and photos for the books/programs we’re having made. We’re also having a plumber evaluate the basement floor drain and (hopefully) tell us that there’s nothing majorly wrong (a small amount of water leaked into the basement recently), as well as re-building the fire ring, preparing to have some siding done, and trying to get some gardening done. So, you know, not much.
I’m ready for a vacation. :-/
April 9th, 2013 | 0 Comments - Leave a Comment
I took a break from wedding planning this week to turn 30. I really enjoyed it! Matt organized a tailgate party at Miller Park for the Brewers’ opening day, which happened to coincide with my day of birth this year. We, along with several friends, braved the cold and enjoyed beer and brats and taco dip in the parking lot before watching the Brewers eek out a 5-4 victory over the Colorado Rockies in extra innings. Pretty decent seats, eh?
The best part of this activity, for me, was taking a backseat and letting Matt do all of the planning. I like to be in charge, though I’m working to change that by making a concerted effort to let others take the lead sometimes. It worked great! Everything went off without a hitch, and, best of all, Matt was able to give me the gift of a wonderful experience without me micromanaging it. He’s pretty wonderful
The down side? I have a dress fitting tonight. Let’s all cross our fingers that yesterday’s festivities didn’t leave me as plump as a Racing Sausage.
April 2nd, 2013 | 0 Comments - Leave a Comment
The tuxes have been selected. And selected. And selected again. Compromise is important in marriage.
As I don’t wear men’s clothing, I’m not well versed in the variations therein. I didn’t really think picking the tuxes would be anything more than choosing colors and taking some measurements, with a stop for custard afterward. Not exactly.
Matt’s a sharp dresser, so I shouldn’t have been surprised that he had an opinion on what he was wearing — no problem! We actually had mostly similar ideas on color and style; he, however, is more cognizant of price than I am. Rather than book the Vera Wang tuxes, we saw as soon as we walked into Men’s Wearhouse, Matt wanted to think, explore, look around…
Meanwhile, my brain is screaming for action! Now! Order tuxes! I don’t want to think about this anymore! Home we went, to “research online,” according to Matt. I fumed, venting to friends. One suggested that we compromise: Matt can pick his own tux, when he gets around to it, and I’ll pick the ones for everyone else, so they can get fitted. And it worked! I went back to the store, picked everyone else’s tuxes, and let Matt do his “research.” And, well, I had to rent a placeholder tux for Matt, until he decides on what he wants…so why not just pick the one I want?
Tuxes = done, as long as he doesn’t remember he’s supposed to be deciding on one.