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.
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