LAUREN OUT!

This is all so surreal.

I am writing this from the bedroom that hasn’t changed since I was four years old. The walls are still baby pink, the Laura Ashley curtains still in place, and a giant wicker sofa filled with stuffed animals sits to the side. I’m curled up in the poster bed that my father made for me when I was six, and I proudly helped sand and stain. I look like a frazzled mess– skin a little too red from face-products, hair in a messy bun thanks to running around in the heat in humidity, giant hipster glasses, burned fingertips from a glue gun, various cuts and bruises adorn my hands, arms, and legs, an old sorority t-shirt, and covered from head to toe in paint. Nothing out of the ordinary, right?

Oh wait, yes, that’s right. In the next room my wedding dress is hanging in the bathroom. My wedding dress. My wedding dress. We are getting married, and it is all so surreal. Today, men in blue t-shirts came and set up the tent, put down the dance-floor, hauled out the tables and chiavari chairs, and rolled out the dishes, linens, and other rented items. The planted flowers are all fluffed, the house is spotless, save for any areas that I have roped off for my crazy projects, and it looks like there’s about to be a wedding here.

Hoooooh-leeeee craaaap. Right? Right. Holy crap. After doing this whole wedding thing for I-don’t-know-how-many-months, it’s here. On Saturday, I will put on my something old, the pearl studs given to my mother by my father as a wedding-day present and worn during their wedding, my something new, some wedding undies, my something borrowed, a strand of my mother’s pearls given to her by my father as an anniversary present, and my something blue, one of Wednesday’s shaky mice. I’ll begrudgingly put a sixpence in my shoe for the sake of tradition, even though I go bonkers when things other than my feet or (perfectly straight) socks or tights are in my shoes. (We’ll see how long that sixpence lasts…)

As I lie here, overwhelmed, overworked, and overextended, there are still projects that need to be finished. (I told you all I like to work down to the wire, right?) At this point, whatever gets done gets done– we’re still getting married. It will come without ribbons, it will come without tags. It will come without packages, boxes or bags. Marriage, you see, doesn’t come from a store. Marriage means a whole great deal more. (Now I’m quasi-quoting Dr. Seuss… You see how my mind is gone.)

Back to the marriage part. Come Saturday evening, I will marry my best friend. I have no doubts about that. I will be so unbelievably excited and proud to be able to call myself his wife, and just thinking about it makes me want to cry buckets of happy tears. The wedding day, the stuff that I’m terrified of– the finishing of projects, the not looking fat, the hair looking in place, the makeup being decent, the living up to expectations– doesn’t really matter. (Or so I’ve been told, so I’m sticking to that.) It will all be magical because I am marrying JP, and he is marrying me.

I thank you all so much for your unbridled support. I thank you for reading along as I have, and continue to, ramble along and over-use commas. This wedding community is a wonderful place, and I am so happy to be a part of it. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

So there you have it. My last pre-wedding post. I can’t wait to relay all of the recent disasters, hilarious moments, and gory details of our pre-wedding, wedding, and post-wedding adventures. I think it will all be a blast. So, to quote Liz Lemon

Gouache + Moleskine = Guestbook

For our guestbook, we decided to use a Moleskine. I have at least 3 or 4 on my person at any given time– squared, sketchbooks, Cahier, agenda, etc. I also made JP into a Moleskine convert many moons ago. (Ok, not that many, given the fact that we’ve only been together for just under 2.5 years. Work with me here.)

So yes, the guestbook. This weekend, we bought an extra large kraft Moleskine Cahier to use for said guestbook. Today, my crazy butt decided that it would not be complete until I painted it. With our wedding stuff. With just a few days until the wedding. With a lot of other stuff to do. Yes, crazy, but damn if it wasn’t fun and pretty darn successful! Take a look!

All it took was drawing it out with a drafting pencil and praying that my crazy-shaky hands kept steady while doing the hairlines. All-in-all, about a 45-minute project.There still needs one more coat of gouache, and a little erasery-poo-action to get rid of the visible pencil lines, but other than that, it is donesky.

What are you doing for your guestbook? What crazy projects did you take on the week before the wedding? Did things go quickly and smoothly, or end in disaster? Also, big hollas to any fellow Moleskine lovers!

Something paperless from the paper-lover.

We’re having a fairly small, relaxed, and super yummy rehearsal dinner. As per our request, JP’s parents are hosting the dinner at one of the local mexican restaurants. Of course, because I’m obsessed with designing anything that will stand still long enough for me to attack it, they let me do the invitations.

I made them without paper. Shocker, I know. Seeing as I’m pretty at awesome at waiting until the last minute, and seeing that we already had 20,000 things on our plate, I decided to go the interweb invite route.
I had read somewhere before that the rehearsal dinner should stand apart from the wedding stuff, but still have a similar feel. I took that to mean “drop the super-set wedding theme, and have some fun.” So that’s what I did. Fun and lighthearted, different from our wedding goods, but still goes along the same thread– love, hearts, brights.
I’m also a fan of the fact that I made the text scroll behind the bunting. I think I’m probably the only person that notices this or cares, but it entertains me. It lets me pretend like I’m working with paper!

So there you have ’em. The paperless invites from the self-proclaimed paper-aholic.

How did you handle the rehearsal dinner invites? Did you go with paper or rebel and ditch it?

We have…

Yep. One week left until the wedding. You know what that means? I am flipping the heck out. I’m a “omg don’t mess with me or I’ll cry” stressed-out ball of mess. But that comes and goes in waves, because there’s also the “OMG WE ARE GETTING MARRIED” breaking through. I have an incredible amount of things to do, but whatever happens happens. I’m working noon to night on wedding projects, and having a strange amount of fun doing that. Hey, what can I say, I’m an art kid, love deadlines, but also love working myself to the bone and UP TO THE LAST SECOND.

How do I do it? With a little help from Freddie, of course.

I play on “Don’t Stop Me Now” at full blast, do awesome karate-chop dancing, hop around a lot, make ugly dance face, and let it all out.

Tonight I’m gonna have myself a real good time
I feel alive and the world it’s turning inside out Yeah!
I’m floating around in ecstasy
So don’t stop me now don’t stop me
‘Cause I’m having a good time having a good time

I’m a shooting star leaping through the skies
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity
I’m a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva
I’m gonna go go go
There’s no stopping me

I’m burning through the skies Yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That’s why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I’m trav’ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man of you

Don’t stop me now I’m having such a good time
I’m having a ball don’t stop me now
If you wanna have a good time just give me a call
Don’t stop me now (‘Cause I’m having a good time)
Don’t stop me now (Yes I’m having a good time)
I don’t want to stop at all

So, to my fellow stressed-out “IT’S ALMOST HERE!” brides, remember the words of Freddie. We’re having such a good time, remember? Unstoppable! So cut, print, glue, assemble, herd the cats, and try to enjoy it all. There’s no stopping you.

Oh, and if you want to have a good time, give me a call… but I promise I’d put you to work. But for now, I’m off to flashdance to Freddie and cover things in shellac.

Fellow almost-there brides, how are you holding up? Everybody that’s already gone through that “last week,” how did you keep it all under wraps?

…Something shaky, something blue

I’m partaking in the “something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue” tradition. I had the old, new, borrowed, and sixpence on lockdown (and to be revealed later!), but was clueless as to what would be my blue. For awhile, I contemplated using Chanel’s Nouvelle Vague as my toenail polish for blue-ish toes, but wasn’t totally sold on that– I didn’t want to look like or imply that I had cold feet!

A few days ago, JP suggested the best something blue ever. I mean, seriously. Perfect.

You see, we both have a serious love-affair with our kitty, Wednesday. We are already sad that we won’t be able to have her come to the wedding, given the whole “don’t want to stress our kitty out” thing, but now my something blue will allow us to have a little bit of Wednesday at the wedding! A BLUE SHAKY MOUSE!

Shaky mice are her absolute favorite toys. I swear that she has at least 50. She loves to hide them under the stove, washing machine, dryer, play fetch with them, drop them onto my face when I won’t wake up, and just generally trot around the apartment with them in her mouth. We put all of her blue mice out, and had her choose one. Her favorite, the blue shaky pictured, will be pinned or stitched into my dress for my something blue. I can’t wait to have a little bit of Wednesday shake down the aisle with me.

Did you find your something blue in the most random of places? What’s your something blue? Traditional or no?