Let me just say, it feels good to be back. Our wedding was nothing short of amazing and everything I could have dreamed of…and more! But wedding planning was not a good look for me and while completely bittersweet for everything to be over–I’m 100% relieved and ready to get this married show on the road. Maybe I’m alone in feeling that way, but it’s the truth and that’s what we do around here–we tell the truth about things.
So let’s back up to the week I flew to Pennsylvania from Hawaii. I was stressed and my face showed it. I was breaking out on levels I had never seen before–not even in my junior high years. The first thing I did was see my facialist in PA. That woman works wonders and I would never let another soul touch my face and give me diets like–no sugar, no dairy, no nuts, no caffeine–ON TOP OF NOT BEING ABLE TO EAT GLUTEN. Essentially I ate lettuce and chicken with water for two weeks up until my wedding. It was really
fucking miserable fun.
|Correction, I actually lived off this amazing bean salad concoction my mom came up with that is AMAZING! Recipe coming soon, I swear!|
Having my mom by my side during the whole 10 day prep time was a GOD SEND. She was there every step of the way to help craft, keep me fed and most importantly–tell me when I was starting to act like a psychopath.
I made 90% of the “extras” at our wedding with the help of family and friends. While it seemed like a really good idea when planning, I do no recommend chalkboards. I repeat–I DO NOT RECOMMEND CHALKBOARDS. They turned out better than I thought they would but it took us 7 hours and a shit ton of wine.
Just a small note about the above sign, it was paired with a red, white and blue cookie bar THAT DANE AND I COMPLETELY MISSED AT THE ACTUAL WEDDING! Talk about a total bummer, but everyone said how good the cookies were, so that’s a definite plus 🙂 My mom alone made 40 dozen cookies and I think we had about 80 dozen when it was all said and done. Needless to say, I’m anxious to see photos of it! And speaking of cookie bar, these little bags had to be made so everyone could package up their snacks!
And a special shout out to all of the amazing people who came to our wedding from out of town! We had a majority out of town wedding–even for Dane and I 😉 We would be remiss in not showing them a taste of central PA, so we snagged all our favorite snacks (Hershey bars, Utz chips, Reese’s cups, Kit Kats, personalized water bottles…and some Honolulu cookies in honor of our new home!) and put together a wedding weekend itinerary so everyone knew what was going down.
Special shout out to my dad for making those Pennsylvania shapes and helping me assemble these bags at 9PM at night after he had been on the road for work. Did I tell you how much my parents rock yet?
So if there are any brides in planning, stop reading now. Or maybe keep reading, because this is the part when I tell you about the three things that went wrong the week of our wedding. Everyone always says “3 things will go wrong for your wedding” and I always said “that’s nice, but I’m an OCD control freak, so have a nice day.” AND I WAS WRONG.
The Monday before our wedding, all three of my things happened so, it was kind of a bad day. First things first, I showed up to my final dress fitting only to be told that they couldn’t find my dress. One hour later they tracked it down (so much WTF) and I slipped it on, only to have it rip completely up the right side. As I’m mid panic attack, the seamstress says to me “Have you been running? Your thighs are twice the size they were the last time I saw you. That explains the ripping.” I wanted to die on the spot. Within an hour, she had the whole dress clipped, fixed and looking like new. I didn’t ask questions, I just gathered it up and left. Next up was my hair trial, which I was SUPER EXCITED for. Good hair makes you feel like a princess right? Right. Well, I left looking like a Sister Wife.
I don’t know why I was smiling. I was probably thinking about food or something. In any case, I texted my hair lady saying that we needed to do something super different on the wedding day and thank you Jesus she is a goddess of hair because on the day-of my hair rocked. And as I’m leaving the hair salon thinking that truly nothing else could possibly go awry, our organist called. Not to check in, not to tell me he was excited–he called to quit and say he never learned our music.
But guess what? Our wedding day was beyond my wildest dreams, so it truly does all work out in the end even when it feels like all that bad shit in the world is happening.
Okay, so now that this has been the longest post ever–I’ll be back tomorrow with the rehearsal!