Oh my oh my. Time is just flying through my fingers. There is so much to get arranged and time is ticking away. The wedding is in 3 months. Holy fuck.
Tonight I've been setting up a website for all of the info and shit, so people can access more crap than we're printing on the invite. The man was working on the wording of the invite. We had originally thought about using a geometric Moroccan design on the invite, which we are DIYing at home, but while he was napping and I was image searching about and drifting through themes I remembered how pretty and raw Galileo's moon sketches are. So, I through together a quickish mock invite with a big crescent moon and some text and oh, I love it. He loved it as well. We're going to use a different moon on the RSVP card. I think it's going to be cute.
We bought some pearl paper that has this hexagon kind of pattern thing going on, which is gorrrrgeous paper. I love it. Buuuuut, I'm not sure if this invite is going to look good on this paper. I'll be test printing tomorrow, and I'm pretending that it's going to go awesomely and that I'll be printing and cutting tomorrow night. I'm going out of town for a few days on Thursday night, so I'm really hoping to get the invites out before I leave. That may be a huge fantasy. Haha. And I solved my invite dilemma. I love you extended family, but I'm sorry. Since I'm on a super budget and I barely see/know you, I'd rather be surrounded by my friends than play sudden kind of care catch up awkwardness. But I will be sending out announcements with little I love you but it's small, I'm sorry cards in it to all of the family.
I also found a great paper doily supplier right near my man's work that offers free pick up. So I'm ordering a fuck ton of doilies. Like woah. Fuck. Ton. I'm so excited. I also am hoping to find a steal on some paper parasols to hang in the trees and shit. I mean, how fucking adorable. And I need to shop for string lights, preferably the longest ones available.
Annnnnnd I found my dress! I went to the wonderful Shareen Vintage, just outside of Downtown LA. It's a warehouse of vintage dresses. JUST dresses. UGH. So beautiful. Sadly, I do not have a 24 inch waist, so there were many many many things that were out of my forever size range. But I found a dress and bought it. It was the first shop I went to. Technically the like, fifth or so dress I tried on. And it's so pretty. It has a 50s feel to it, since I'm not sure exactly when it was made, and I believe it's handmade. It is white, which I always said I'd never get married in white, and has dusty peach lace accents/details. It's darling. It also has a few stains and some snags in the chiffon but I feel like they just show how this dress was loved and worn and now I'm going to add to the love grunge.
I also really like that I won't be wearing an insanely priced brand spankin new dress at a dirty ranch. It already has the "holy crap I just ruined it" moment done and gone and I'm excited to do whatever the fuck I want in it all day and just enjoy wearing it. If it gets fucked up by the end of the night, I don't care. I just want to to be pretty and enjoyed, not fretted over. I am going to take it to the dry cleaners and see if any stains do happen to come out. You never know. But it needs to go anyways. It has that old dress smell. A true vintage beast with proper odors.
And very shortly after I snagged my dress, the man bought a suit! So we're waiting for the suit to arrive in the mail. I'm excited to see it!
We did decide that he can see my dress, and we're both glad we did. The first suit he had his eyes on would have been kind of god awful next to my dress. Haha. We are not having a traditional wedding with all that bullshi attached. So we decided the dress could be seen, but he won't see on me. And we plan to spend the night before and morning of the wedding together. We aren't getting married until 5pm. But we will be getting ready separate and not allowed to peak until the ceremony, the big reveal moment. Dun dun dun!!
I'm so excited and in love.
4.6.13
19.5.13
16 weeks.
Holy crap! Time is flying by and I'm not getting enough done. Or at least I don't feel like I am. I have my very first craft fair this upcoming Sunday, followed by my second the very next Sunday, followed by a trip to Seattle the next weekend. Ffffff. But once these craft fairs pass, I can really focus in on the wedding prep and gush and explode anxious prepping and love everywhere.
Yesterday the man, my dad, and myself adventured to scout out a possible location for the wedding. And it very quickly and painlessly went from possible to booked. So we have an official venue for the ceremony and the reception, all at my family friend's ranch, Bucksnort Farms. I just think his property is so pretty and romantic. I love it's rustic beat up, true lived in home. Some of the man friends are going to go help clean it up some about a month before the wedding. There is a lot of weed wacking to be had. Things are a bit overgrown and wild. But I do love some of that overgrown feel. It just needs a touch up.
It will be followed with hanging lots of string lights, bunting, and some lantern things. There will also be tons of jars with candles everywhere. There are sort of three levels to the property, the top level where his tiny little house is with a lawn, a fucking massive elm tree, a nice sized deck with big fire pit, hardcore bbq, a hot tub, and a great view down over the rest of the property. Then there is the middle level, which would have been a kind of parking driveway thing but now it just has a smashed shed that a huge branch from the elm smashed and he just hasn't done anything with it. Haha. This level has a gate which leads you out and down to the large flat dirt portion of the property, which is over half of the property. Part of it has trees and some scattered benches. Then it just becomes flat dirt with that flat beat down grassy weeds. This is where we will be setting up all of the tables as well as our friend who is dj-ing. He will be on a flatbed trailer. It will be amazing. Then that flat area leads to some horses and a barn and so on to other corals and a momma cow with her calf.
It will be so beautiful. I am so in love with being there with everyone I want to spend the day with. Plus, we will be going to some natural hot springs the following morning which is maybe 15 minutes from where we will be. Ugh. So excited.
And now, I must go keep working away like a slave over my craft fair items, since I'm still not ready at all. Holy crap woah. Buuuut as soon as I have a moment to work on invites, oh, I'll be making some lovely invites for all of my lovelies.
I'm also have invite conflicts. I just don't know what to do with my extended family. I want them there but then I also don't. It sounds snotty, but I barely know who they are really. And I'm just talking about uncles, aunts, and cousins. I mean, I somewhat know a few of them. I don't even know where they each work. I don't know what to do. It makes me feel stressed out. Ehhhhhhh
Yesterday the man, my dad, and myself adventured to scout out a possible location for the wedding. And it very quickly and painlessly went from possible to booked. So we have an official venue for the ceremony and the reception, all at my family friend's ranch, Bucksnort Farms. I just think his property is so pretty and romantic. I love it's rustic beat up, true lived in home. Some of the man friends are going to go help clean it up some about a month before the wedding. There is a lot of weed wacking to be had. Things are a bit overgrown and wild. But I do love some of that overgrown feel. It just needs a touch up.
It will be followed with hanging lots of string lights, bunting, and some lantern things. There will also be tons of jars with candles everywhere. There are sort of three levels to the property, the top level where his tiny little house is with a lawn, a fucking massive elm tree, a nice sized deck with big fire pit, hardcore bbq, a hot tub, and a great view down over the rest of the property. Then there is the middle level, which would have been a kind of parking driveway thing but now it just has a smashed shed that a huge branch from the elm smashed and he just hasn't done anything with it. Haha. This level has a gate which leads you out and down to the large flat dirt portion of the property, which is over half of the property. Part of it has trees and some scattered benches. Then it just becomes flat dirt with that flat beat down grassy weeds. This is where we will be setting up all of the tables as well as our friend who is dj-ing. He will be on a flatbed trailer. It will be amazing. Then that flat area leads to some horses and a barn and so on to other corals and a momma cow with her calf.
It will be so beautiful. I am so in love with being there with everyone I want to spend the day with. Plus, we will be going to some natural hot springs the following morning which is maybe 15 minutes from where we will be. Ugh. So excited.
And now, I must go keep working away like a slave over my craft fair items, since I'm still not ready at all. Holy crap woah. Buuuut as soon as I have a moment to work on invites, oh, I'll be making some lovely invites for all of my lovelies.
I'm also have invite conflicts. I just don't know what to do with my extended family. I want them there but then I also don't. It sounds snotty, but I barely know who they are really. And I'm just talking about uncles, aunts, and cousins. I mean, I somewhat know a few of them. I don't even know where they each work. I don't know what to do. It makes me feel stressed out. Ehhhhhhh
7.5.13
And so it begins...
I want to attempt to keep this blog up with my adventure over the next 4 months as I prep and DIY and spaz out over my wedding. I just feel like documenting so I can laugh at myself later. Maybe something will happen that will help others as well. I have no idea.
I'm just fresh out of the engaged gate, only 2 weeks, and am definitely starting a scramble with my wobbly legs of what the fuck am I going to do. I have ideas in my head, so I'm not completely puddled on the floor in defeat or shock. I just have to get everything organized and moving forward in a somewhat hurried manner. I'd rather get it done and then have free time then try to bust it all out in August. Plus, I love making lists of shit to do.
I'm already doing the cliche bride of today crap, with a pinterest board and roaming DIY decorations and all that shit, which I definitely LOVE doing. I love getting inspired and then finding a way to make it fit me. I also have to make this grand vision fit a very tight budget. But I have faith that it will come together fine.
Soooo, I'm DIYing the fuck out of the decorations and look of the day. I'm trying to hunt for a location to hunt for this vintage inspired sheer, long, layered, beaded, just fucking ethereal and gorgeous dress. I'm hopefully securing a thrifty venue in two weekends at a family friend's ranch. It will be rustic and rural and dirty and just lovely. I want a full length dress to drag in the dirt. We're thinking of have a cowboy cookout for the food, as in chili, salad, cornbread, and, hopefully if he still owns the giant pit bbq, a goat or pig or something cooked right there. We want to get boozed up. I want to hang doilie bunting and other crap throughout the tress. We want nothing to match but everything to meld and be beautifully offset. Random table settings and random glass, mixed cutlery, different tablecloths, and tons of jars with candles. And of course, the most eclectic music mix since we are both in love with music. None of that cliche crap that makes me want to barf. No bridal parties, but we each have one at our side, his best man and my man maid of honor. I don't want to organize my friends and have them stand by us like a fucking gang of losers in the same outfit. It's so grossly unnecessary. We want to be outside for the ceremony and the reception. Hopefully, we'll be in a kind of woodsy area for the ceremony and we want everyone to just stand in a circle so everyone is infinite and continual and the love is all around. Guuuh. I'm so excited.
Everything I just wrote sounds so hipster and gag worthy in itself, but truly, this conception of a wedding is absolutely us. I know it's right.
Overall, what's floating in our heads seems completely doable. The food and booze is our main concern of how to go about that. Buuuuut, I have total faith that we will work shit out and get this all arranged and good to go in time. It's time to start seeing what friends and family can offer up in terms of connections and crap they already own that we can borrow. Also, finding out who wants to be involved with the prep. We aren't asking for any gifts, we already have a home full of all of that crap people always want to give you. And no, I don't want to toss out our dishes to upgrade to some set that costs a few hundred so I can just spaz out and drop it while washing it.
All in all, I just want a pretty day in a pretty dress with all of my pretty friends having fun. We'll see what other crap I can throw in there just for the pizazz, because really, none of what I wrote about really makes a difference. It's all just the, this would be so amazing, but it will already more than amazing just to marry my whale.
.....I need to start making invites! EEEK.
I'm just fresh out of the engaged gate, only 2 weeks, and am definitely starting a scramble with my wobbly legs of what the fuck am I going to do. I have ideas in my head, so I'm not completely puddled on the floor in defeat or shock. I just have to get everything organized and moving forward in a somewhat hurried manner. I'd rather get it done and then have free time then try to bust it all out in August. Plus, I love making lists of shit to do.
I'm already doing the cliche bride of today crap, with a pinterest board and roaming DIY decorations and all that shit, which I definitely LOVE doing. I love getting inspired and then finding a way to make it fit me. I also have to make this grand vision fit a very tight budget. But I have faith that it will come together fine.
Soooo, I'm DIYing the fuck out of the decorations and look of the day. I'm trying to hunt for a location to hunt for this vintage inspired sheer, long, layered, beaded, just fucking ethereal and gorgeous dress. I'm hopefully securing a thrifty venue in two weekends at a family friend's ranch. It will be rustic and rural and dirty and just lovely. I want a full length dress to drag in the dirt. We're thinking of have a cowboy cookout for the food, as in chili, salad, cornbread, and, hopefully if he still owns the giant pit bbq, a goat or pig or something cooked right there. We want to get boozed up. I want to hang doilie bunting and other crap throughout the tress. We want nothing to match but everything to meld and be beautifully offset. Random table settings and random glass, mixed cutlery, different tablecloths, and tons of jars with candles. And of course, the most eclectic music mix since we are both in love with music. None of that cliche crap that makes me want to barf. No bridal parties, but we each have one at our side, his best man and my man maid of honor. I don't want to organize my friends and have them stand by us like a fucking gang of losers in the same outfit. It's so grossly unnecessary. We want to be outside for the ceremony and the reception. Hopefully, we'll be in a kind of woodsy area for the ceremony and we want everyone to just stand in a circle so everyone is infinite and continual and the love is all around. Guuuh. I'm so excited.
Everything I just wrote sounds so hipster and gag worthy in itself, but truly, this conception of a wedding is absolutely us. I know it's right.
Overall, what's floating in our heads seems completely doable. The food and booze is our main concern of how to go about that. Buuuuut, I have total faith that we will work shit out and get this all arranged and good to go in time. It's time to start seeing what friends and family can offer up in terms of connections and crap they already own that we can borrow. Also, finding out who wants to be involved with the prep. We aren't asking for any gifts, we already have a home full of all of that crap people always want to give you. And no, I don't want to toss out our dishes to upgrade to some set that costs a few hundred so I can just spaz out and drop it while washing it.
All in all, I just want a pretty day in a pretty dress with all of my pretty friends having fun. We'll see what other crap I can throw in there just for the pizazz, because really, none of what I wrote about really makes a difference. It's all just the, this would be so amazing, but it will already more than amazing just to marry my whale.
.....I need to start making invites! EEEK.
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