Hi friends. As promised, here is a quick update of everything we have been doing since my last wedding post at 39 days before the big day.
With a little more than one month left before our wedding, we are currently in the calm before the storm.
If you have ever planned a wedding, you know exactly what I am talking about. Nearly everything is done (or close to being done), and the items left to be checked off our extensive to-do list are small. We got this, y’all; the finish line is so close.
However, the last couple of weeks have been busy with a bridal shower, finishing DIY projects, and shopping — lots of shopping.
Here’s what we’ve been up to:
It is Friday afternoon and I am currently tucked away in my office, eating lukewarm pizza leftover from last night’s dinner, and trying to make sure I have my to-do list in order before heading into the weekend.
It is going to be a busy one, packed full with wedding planning chores that HAVE to get done because we are running out of weekends before the wedding.
As of now, we have eight Saturdays left, and four of those already have events planned. So, technically, we only have four free Saturdays left (yay, I can do math!) to finish DIY projects, buy decorations, order whatever needs to be ordered, and make sure everything is organized and ready to go.
OK, bring on the panic attacks.
But really, I have no idea what the “F” I am doing most days. How are you supposed to plan a wedding, work full-time, continue to grow your relationship with your partner, watch Netflix, walk the dogs, eat, drink enough water, and still find time to maintain an acceptable level of personal hygiene?
Is it even possible?
“We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird.
And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness — and call it love — true love.”
— Robert Fulghum, “True Love”
Justin and I are weird.
OK, perhaps weird is a strong word to use to describe us. But, we do like to think of ourselves as not average and different from the majority of couples our age in that we have done life a little backward and out-of-order.
And our engagement story is representative of our weird life together.
We are about three months away from our wedding day and I feel like things are finally falling into place.
Which is great for my sanity and that of my soon-to-be husband.
I recently celebrated a promotion at work and the end of my first semester back in school — if you didn’t know, I am pursing a master’s degree — by ordering my wedding shoes: A pair of custom-made Chaco sandals.
From the moment Justin and I started planning our big day — before I had a dress or even a venue — I knew I would walk down the aisle with Chacos on my feet.
Truth be told, I did not want a Disney World honeymoon.
Because we visit the house of mouse every other year (on average) I wrinkled my nose and shook my head from side to side whenever someone asked if we were planning to do Disney for our honeymoon.
“We want to do something different, something we have never done together before,” I would say to anyone willing to believe me.
For several months I researched cruises, Sandals destinations, and numerous other tropical getaways. I pitched idea after idea to my fella, but I never truly felt excited about any of the options I presented.
Finally, one day, we reached a decision. We were going to go as far south as we could in the United States. We were going to Key West.
We picked out our hotel, started a list of restaurants to grub at and bars to stumble out of, and we even saved ideas for fun excursions.
Then, we totaled it all up and our jaws hit the floor.
“We could take three Disney vacations for the cost of this one,”
were my exact words to Justin.
And that was that — that is the story of how we decided on Disney World for our honeymoon.
Four years. That is how long my fiancé and I will have lived together when we tie the knot this September.
As soon as we announced our engagement, one of the first questions folks asked us — after the who, what, where, when, and how — was whether or not we would have a wedding registry.
In my mind I thought, “Well, yeah, why wouldn’t I? Just because we live together does not make me any less of a bride. I want a traditional bridal shower just like anyone else.” Super defensive.
They were asking because Justin and I have already begun to make a home together and in their eyes, we have everything we could possibly need. What they don’t see, though, is that nearly all of our furniture, kitchen tools, decor, etc. are hand-me-downs that don’t necessarily fit our style and much of what we bought ourselves is cheap and not of good quality because that’s what we could afford.
As a woman, having girlfriends I can depend on at every stage of life is a blessing. I truly have some of the best, most selfless, friends anyone could ask for.
That is why when Justin and I began planning our wedding there was no question on who I would ask to stand at my side on the happiest day of my life.
I didn’t want to ask these women to be in my bridal party in any simple way, though. I wanted to make it special and do something to demonstrate how thankful I am for each of them.
Being the DIYer that I claim I am, I did many Pinterest searches for “Will you be my bridesmaid?” gifts. There were a lot of great ideas that popped up, but the one that stood out most was a wine bottle with a personalized label for each lady.
It was something that would be fun for me to easily recreate and it would be a gift that my bridesmaids could keep and display in their home (if they want).
Saturday was surreal, beautiful, and memorable thanks to the women in my life.
As a motherless daughter who is planning her own wedding, I have been dreading going wedding dress shopping for the past 5 months.
I had so much anxiety about the anticipation of missing my mom on this special day that I strategically planned to put off shopping for my dress as long as I could.
I was avoiding it so much that I even pulled out my planner at some point along the way and calculated the last month I could comfortably start shopping before the wedding.
However, when one of the premiere bridal shops in the Charlotte area announced they were going out of business and their entire inventory was heavily discounted, I knew I had to put my emotions aside and make an appointment to try on dresses.
So, I invited my two aunts and cousin down from Asheville to join my maid of honor, matron of honor, mother-in-law, and me on this adventure.
Then, I panicked.