June, you were pretty awesome, even without the spectacular wedding. The next two months of summer (Three? September is always a toss up here) have a lot to live up to.
So this happened.
The whole day was fantastic, but I’m still kind of wrapping my brain around it.
More to come of course, just later.
Our invitations are nearly ready to be dropped in the mail. Some friends helped us put them together last night, once we finally figured out why our printer wasn’t laying down any magenta. This evening Bryan and I will be stuffing envelopes, writing addresses, and adding stamps. With any luck, these guys will be in the mail Thursday morning! I’ll post images of the full suite later this week.
Have a good Wednesday! Don’t forget to eat some pi.
Inspired by A Practical Wedding’s lazy girl’s DIY bouquet post last week, I decided to try my hand at making my own bouquet. I’m about 90% sure that I’ll be DIYing all my flowers through Blooms by the Box. However, before I pulled the trigger on a $50 (their minimum order) trial run of the actual flowers I wanted to use (and then potentially crashing and burning), I decided to do a less expensive trial.
I think my first try at a bouquet was a pretty great success! It took me about 45 minutes to put the bouquet together. That included fussing with it, taking pictures, and wrapping it with the skinniest hemp string ever (I thought we had thicker twine, apparently not.) The pictures from our evening are below, but go to APW’s post for the full monty. SERIOUSLY. GO. Their pictures are way better. This is just a companion piece saying “hey, you can do this.” Because you can. No worries, you got this.
The best part? This cost us $15 to pull off. How awesome is that?
Bryan and I started March off with the Run for Your Lives: Zombie 5k Obstacle Course over the weekend. We volunteered as zombies from 8am until 11am, and then ran the race at 1pm. To be honest, I had very low expectations for the weekend after having a pretty terrible end to the week. Turns out, chasing down some runners was exactly what I needed. Sadly, I didn’t get any photos due to the rainy, wet, and very muddy conditions.
After arriving at registration at 6am, the early morning zombies were guided to the Zombie Transformation Center. There we were outfitted and made into the beautiful, flesh-eating creatures that the runners were sure to love. In our early group we had some pretty great costumes: a fireman, a police man, a bride and her bridesmaids, Mario and Luigi, and an amazing 3 headed zombie! Bryan, our friend Travis and I donned more business casual attire, complete with a nice coating of mud and corn syrup blood. Due to the rain, we had to wait while the first few waves of runners were combined into one, but soon enough we were taken to our spot on the course to meet the first wave.
Our spot was just after the first obstacle (some hay bales), along a narrow, straight stretch if the course. Without rain, it might have been the second area where runners could really pick up some speed; however, after an entire night of torrential downpours, the whole course was one giant mud pit. We adapted to the challenge after the first few waves, and our group of zombie managed to capture the “lives” (aka flags) of quite a few runners. I was told later that in the first four waves of runners, only ten made it through the entire course “alive” (with at least one flag left). Apparently our morning group was very effective. Below is a little video of someone doing the run that morning. You can see Bryan and I at 1:26 and 1:28 -
With our zombie shift over, our attention turned to the race. I thought that the course would probably take me a little over an hour to finish, since it was muddy. I was so, so very wrong. It took us over two hours to finish! We jumped hay bales, waded through ditches, clambered over and under all kinds of things, and even swam through a lake as part of the race. I lost track of how many times I face-planted into the mud.
Even with all that, we had an absolute blast. Worth every hour of sleep lost, every sore muscle, and every last drop of mud on me. If you have an event coming in your area, go do it! Be a zombie!
Bonus: Travis, Bryan and I “eating” our friend DT.
It’s time to get things done. Are you with me?
I’m bringing two 5k runs, a handful of doctor appointments, and a lot of nitty gritty details that need to get done. You bring the warm weather, sunny days, and a few spontaneous get togethers with friends. Together, we’ll keep moving forward.
“I think that perhaps my life has not actually been so chaotic, after all. It is merely this world that is chaotic, bringing changes to us all that nobody could have anticipated. The Augusteum warns me not to get attached to any obsolete ideas about who I am, what I represent, whom I belong to, or what function I may once have intended to serve. Yesterday I might have been a glorious monument to somebody, true enough—but tomorrow I could be a fireworks depository. Even in the Eternal City, says the silent Augusteum, one must always be prepared for riotous and endless waves of transformation.”
- Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
Last Friday we went to dinner with Bryan’s parents, and hashed out a few wedding items. We spent about two hours going over details and answering questions. It was a good talk, and helped us make decisions on a couple of things and get a little farther in planning. This included a decision about flowers that I wasn’t planning to make. I had no intention of using a florist for any of our flowers. I was going to buy them and put everything together without professional help (but with the aid of lots of other women folk). In the grand scheme of wedding items, flowers aren’t high on my list. I would like to have them, but I have no grand perfect vision. Putting some very unfussy, thrifted/upcycled vase and bottle centerpieces together seemed easy. Having to put together a bouquet would give my nervous hands something to focus on the day before. I had the plan figured out until my future mother-in-law brought up flowers. She and Bryan’s father were not thrilled with the idea of me assembling a team to do the bouquets. The centerpieces were fine, but they balked at unprofessional bouquets and boutonnieres. This was a bit of a problem.
You see, Bryan’s mother used to work at a flower shop in Lawrenceville. I was reasonably sure we could go through that flower shop to place our order, and get our flowers at near the wholesale price, so I needed her cooperation in order to pull off this master plan that I’d made in my head. I was gearing myself up to make a stand on DIYing all the flowers when she suggested that we have the florist there do the bouquets so she’d be more willing to give us the wholesale price on centerpiece flowers. I could have argued.
Instead, I agreed. Because in the grand scheme of wedding things, flowers aren’t high on my list. Why fight to DIY something that may not save me money, will look fine either way, and that I don’t care about? I agreed, and now I have more time to spend on the things I do care about, the things I will be fighting for.
With any luck (and if my paper delivery gets here soon instead of being lost in the UPS system), we’re sending out our invitations to our guests in the next few weeks. About 95% of these invitations will not have RSVP cards. We’ll be using our website to gather the majority of the RSVPs to save postage, help the planet, etc. Another thing most of them will not have is a “properly” written address on the front.
Don’t get me wrong, having a system for how to write out addresses can be a good thing. It saves people from worrying over the polite or proper way to address the many, many varieties of cohabitation that we seem to have these days by giving them a base to reference. However, though I do love Miss Manners and ascribe to her teachings, I’m just more casual than this system we’ve been given. So I won’t be pouring over posts like this one from the Knot and agonizing over the details of it. No one will get their panties in a twist if I don’t use honorifics on my outer (and only!) envelopes, or if fail to put their names on separate lines. If they do fuss about it…they probably aren’t going to have very much fun at my wedding, honestly.
What I will be doing is addressing the way I address all my other snail mail communications: make sure I have the correct address for them, write out their names and said addresses, and then place my stamp. Some, like those being sent to friends of my parents, will be semi-formally addressed with their honorifics because that’s how I know them. Others, like friends and close relatives, will just have the names I typically call them by plus their last name.
For me, this feels right. It’s simple and honest and true to myself, just the way I hope the rest of the wedding will be.
This weekend was pretty centered around all things wedding. Bryan and I went downtown to go to an event in Atlanta called Wedding Day Hooray: a wedding show that focuses on handmade, eco-friendly, and local vendors. I won the tickets to the show from going to the book talk for A Practical Wedding a few weeks ago. We went early to snag one of the 100 bags they give out to the first people to arrive, and spent an hour or two perusing the booths and chatting with people. They had a table decorating competition between the vendors, which was nice because it gave Bryan and I a chance to talk about what we liked/disliked about each of the styles. After walking around, having a popsicle, and buying some earrings, Bryan and I bought some tickets to enter a raffle hosted by the event before going on our merry way.
After a sushi lunch and a brief adventure into an indie bookstore, we made our way to the Hobby Lobby so I could talk flowers. My father and stepmother own an interior design store, so we have a way to get silk flowers for wholesale prices. I’m still deciding whether this is going to be cheaper/easier than using real ones, but one sticking point is Bryan’s dislike of fake flowers.What I figured out is that he doesn’t mind some of them, but doesn’t like being able to see the little plastic connecting pieces, etc. So we may do a mix of real and fake, again depending on prices. It was nice to figure a little bit more of it out though. While we were there I bought a paper-cutter in preparation for building invites.
On Sunday we were supposed to meet with our musician (a guitar player and singer/songwriter friend who I love) to go over the songs we’re requesting that he learn for the ceremony and 1st dance songs…but he didn’t show up. No call, no email. I’ve called and emailed him to try to schedule a new time, but so far I haven’t heard anything. It’s worrisome, to say the least. Still, some good came from our trip out: we stopped by Michael’s and got a whiteboard to put up in the apartment. Bryan has been swearing by the whiteboard he has at work as his golden ticket to productivity. We decided to try it at home for his wedding tasks, and I can already tell it’s going to be a life saver. It helps him see what he needs to get done, and it keeps us both honest: it’s very easy to tell if one of us has too much to handle.
The disappointment of not meeting with our musician was balanced by an amazing thing: I ended up winning one of the raffle prizes from Wedding Day Hooray! I won a Decorator Package from Wrennwood Design. This means I have someone to oversee the decorations for everything on the day of the wedding. Cue GIANT sigh of relief! I’ll write more on this once I know more about the details of it. If this teaches me anything, it’s that I need to be entering raffles more often!
My enormous running list of to do’s/deadlines leading up to the wedding is down to 1.5 pages long. I’m sure things will be added, but for now that’s really exciting for me, the neurotic make-of-lists.