Wedding Planning: 9 months out.

If I got pregnant right now, I’d probably have the baby during the wedding. I think I just thought of the new hip wedding trend. Someone create a pin.

We’re too far out from the wedding date to do anything very constructive, but far enough out that I can spend every waking moment of my existence browsing the wedding section of Pinterest and crafting the *PeRfEcT wEdDiNg* that all of your guests will TALK ABOUT UNTIL THEY DIE!!!!111

I think it’s worthwhile to discuss the Pinterest Problem (TM). 80% of me loves Pinterest. I love the different ideas I’ve gotten, the color inspiration, the real brides posting real struggles and past brides posting what they wish they had done. I love the private board with wedding dress ideas. That’s all great. 20% of me is stressed the fuck out by all of the thousands of weddings that will always be more perfect than mine. The pressure that goes hand-in-hand with social media influenced wedding planning is a little crazy. Just when you think you know exactly what you want, you come across a pin that is all “NO WEDDING IS COMPLETE WITHOUT LAWN GAMES” and I’m all like “shit, you’re right. LAWN GAMES. How could I forget that?” And now I’m destined to spend an entire day trying to DIY a game of cornhole.

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No, but seriously Those are doilies on top of burlap. Stop it.

Also, I’m sick of seeing the phrases “rustic” and “shabby chic” attached to pictures of brown burlap. What the hell is “shabby chic”? Is that a fancy way of saying “Really expensive things that are designed to look like cheap decorations from your grandmother’s house, to seem vintage and cool, self-aware about how tacky it all is”? (AKA, hipster).

Anyway, when it comes down to it, Pinterest is helpful for me because I’m pretty clueless when it comes to… colors. And decorating. And dresses. And all of the things normal girls practice their entire lives. Just get me to the cake tasting, and I’ll be home.

So, 9 months out. We have a venue, a DJ, and a photographer.

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I wanted to find a photographer right away. I looked at so many wedding pictures for about two weeks, but ended up right back where I started with Justine Johnson. I found her of Off-Beat Bride and A Practical Wedding (the latter being my most favorite planning website I’ve found so far), and couldn’t get her out of my mind from the second I saw her homepage. She’s exactly what I was searching for – interesting pictures that capture the little moments. We’re straining to work her into the budget (Roddy and I are saving to get her for additional hours), but of all the little and big details of this wedding, the right photographer was important to me. And I’m psyched to work with her.

Also, I officially want to take photography classes, so if someone can buy me a fancy camera, that’d be great. (And, no, that’s not what the wedding registry is for, so don’t suggest it).

We’ll be in Maine in less than 2 weeks to eat some cake, talk flowers, walk the venue, see my family, and check out Bar Harbor in the fall. It’s our only trip between now and next July, so hopefully we get some good stuff done.

I could promise that this won’t be all I talk about for the next 9 months, but…

*K

Married Lady

I’m going to go ahead and post this little synopsis I wrote for our Wedding Website here, and sort of an introduction to what I’m going to call “THE NEXT 11 MONTHS OF BLOGGING ABOUT WEDDING PLANNING”. So get psyched for THAT.

Now that the cat is out of the bag – yes, technically, we are already legally married. Back in October of last year we started talking about our options in terms of keeping Roddy here in the states, and after much discussion, on a normal Friday morning in January, we took the day off from work to visit the City Clerk to be legally married. It was a low-key, sign the paper and get it done sort of event. Our roommate (and Roddy’s Best Man) Jeff was our witness. And if you’ve ever seen the episode of 30 Rock where (spoilers) Liz Lemon gets married to Cyclops, it really was very much like that. Lots of dressed up people and lots of tacky wedding gift store items. Lots of excitement too.

Afterwards we ate lunch in Little Italy and then went home and watched Netflix. Because we know how to celebrate.

However, that’s not really the end. Roddy didn’t want to rob me of my dream proposal, and I didn’t argue because I’m a girl and I demand him down on one knee. So very few people knew what was going on. Word spread to our New York friends, a few family members knew, but we wanted to wait until it was right to tell everyone. We didn’t want to rush. And what is more normal than a proposal after the marriage? We’ll have our first date pretty soon!

The “proposal” was very sweet and super tailored to me. I came home from work to find a photo album full of pictures of places we want to go, as well as the Criterion Theater marquee in Bar Harbor with the words “Marry Me”. (I wouldn’t realize until later that he had actually set this up with the help of my very awesome friend in Bar Harbor). The last photo was on the Lincoln Center fountain, asking me to meet him there. So I jumped in a cab, sat at the fountain, and got my very sweet and memorable on-one-knee proposal with the engagement ring my grandpa gave my grandma.

We drove off to Bar Harbor the next day for our yearly 4th of July trip, where we saw the marquee in person. Oh, and we also spilled the beans to my family. Everyone was extremely happy, surprised, excited, and just tons and tons of supportive. The timing ended up being perfect – telling them all at dinner before the fireworks on the 4th of July at my father’s restaurant. In my dad’s case, we told him literally seconds before the fireworks went off. They were really for us. Not for America.

If you made it to the end of this, I’m seriously impressed with your dedication to my half-assed story telling skills. 🙂

*K