Monthly Archives: November 2009

Loub it to me, baby!

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I’ve been on the hunt for fantastic wedding shoes since we got engaged, and early on I decided that I wanted some balla’ shoes to wear on the wedding day. I have an unhealthy love affair with Louis, Blahnik, and Louboutin. For wedding shoes, Loub has topped my list because of the fabulous red sole, and, well, the fabulous shoes attached to them!

A few months ago, I spotted the Loub “love flats.” I thought that they were perfect wedding shoes for me! Flat, kitschy, and fantastic.

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There’s a problem with them though. Do I really want to wear black shoes with my fabulous dress? I don’t think so, sadly.

Then came some amazing and awesome-possum news. Let me set the stage. It was the day before our engagement shoot, I was hella nervous and mulling through the Neiman Marcus shoe department. I suddenly thought about wearing the love flats for our engagement shoot! I grabbed the shoe dude that had asked to help me earlier, and asked if I could try them on in a 41. He said yes, did a little dip,  military-turned and walked into the back. I flitted around for a little bit while he looked for the shoes. I was so super excited to try on *the* love flats!

He came out with a sad look on his face. “We don’t have them in 41. We’re out of all of them except this pair. We can order them for you.”

I made a sad face, began to nervously talk and blabbered out, “Oh, well, I-was-going-to-wear-them-to-our-engagement-shoot-tomorrow-so-you-don’t-need-to.” Breathe…”We’re getting married next June and I just really love those shoes and-”

“He’s coming out with these shoes in a white patent and cork.”

“He wha?”

“This shoe. In cork and white patent. It’s the exa-”

“Put me on a list. I need to be on a list. Is there a list? Can I reserve a pair?”

“Yes, just give me your information. We’ll probably send them out in January.”

“!!!”

So, ladies and gents, that is how I spastically found out that the Loub love flats are coming out in cork and white patent.

corkpatentAnd that there is a pair out there with my name on it. I can’t wait for them to come in so that I can finally SEE THEM. They haven’t been released, apparently, and aren’t anywhere online yet. I guess they still are sekrats.

Did you freak out out over a pair of possible wedding shoes? Anyone order crazy-ass shoes sight-unseen? What lengths did you go to (and levels of personal embarrassment!) to find the perfect shoes?

June 20, 1970

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As a good follow-up to my last post, I’m going to post photos of my parents’ wedding. It was so 70s fabulous, and they’re both so freaking adorable. I hope I look half as beautiful as my mother did on her wedding day!

smallIMG_2609smallIMG_2612My grandmother fluffing my mom’s veil, and my mom making a goobery face. :p

smallIMG_2613Mom, her bridesmaids that I don’t know, and my aunts. My father’s sister is on the left, and my mother’s is on the right. People thought that they were sisters!

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smallIMG_2632BEST PHOTOGRAPH EVER. I love her hands and that big ol’ grin on her face.

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smallIMG_2634LOOK AT THOSE FAB GOING AWAY OUTFITS! Ugh, I love them!

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I just love looking at my parents’ wedding photos! It’s so fun to see them so young and so super happy. Plus, they’re damned good-looking! It all just makes me all warm and fluffy inside.

Anybody else get the warm fuzzies when you look at your parents’ wedding albums? It really does take on a whole different meaning when you look their photos while planning your wedding!

Choosing the date!

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In honor of the fact that we only have 7 months left until the wedding, I’m going to tell you all how we decided on our wedding date. Hooray for story time!

I’m weird with numbers. Numbers and dates and, well, anything that I can obsess over. First of all, the only choice for month was June, which worked out well because I always wanted to be a June bride! May wouldn’t've worked since we’re both gradumacating in May, and July in Georgia is, well, how shall I put this… We’d all be sweatin’ like whores in church.

So June it was. My OCD self then wrote out all of the possible dates for June 2010…

  • 6.5.10
  • 6.12.10
  • 6.19.10
  • 6.26.10

No fun numbers there, really. I didn’t really want to pick one just to pick one. But then, after agonizing, a light hit! There was a date with significance! My parents were married on June 20, 1970. June 19, 2010 would be one day before their 40th wedding anniversary! I checked with P to see if that was awesome or weird, and he thought it was great. Next, I checked with my parents. There were a few possible issues. My father’s birthday is on June 17th, and Father’s day is on June 20th. That’s a whole lotta stuff going on at once, though it would be an extra boost to Hallmark’s business for that week!  I didn’t want to steal their thunder or add any more chaos.

Thankfully, they were excited and honored, and we immediately called to book the church. So, that’s how it happened! Hopefully we’ll find some ways to honor the marriages of both of our sets of parents, as well as my father’s birthday, and Father’s Day! Whew. That’s a lot of stuff to sneak in!

How did you choose your wedding date? Was it just a flip of the coin, a weird number combo, or a significant date?

I’m in love with a garter…

Make sure you sing the title of this post in your head to the tune of, well, this song. It’s a classy day ’round here, folks.
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E’erybody else please continue reading after the jump! Delightful garter-ness is coming up… you don’t want to miss these beauties!

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Merry ‘Maids

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It’s that time. I need to officially pick out bridesmaids dresses. I’ve been dragging this out because, to be honest, I feel like a bridezilla jerk telling my friends what to wear. I feel like it’s a big enough task to listen to me yammer, much less spend $XXX.XX on a dress and shoes for my wedding. My neuroses aside, I really, really love light gray bridesmaids dresses. I initially wanted to black for the dresses, but the gray just seems so chic and more appropriate for a summer wedding. I still might do black dresses, but that’s another post!

I know for bridesmaids dresses I want to choose one designer, one color, and preferably one fabric and just let ‘em go hog-wild. (Ok, I guess it’s not totally hog-wild since there are parameters). All four of the ‘maids could have different dresses, but there’d still be a common thread.

I love these J.Crew dresses in light pewter. The dresses on the top row are cotton cady, and the dresses on the second row are silk taffeta. I slightly prefer the taffeta dresses because it is a more formal fabric than the cotton cady.

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Since we’re having this big ol’ technicolor-ed wedding, I love the look of bright shoes in assorted colors for the ‘maids. These shoes are by Nina in the “Design Your Own” section. I think that having a set of blue shoes, green shoes, yeller shoes, and pink shoes would look great. As we get closer to spring, there also will be more possibilities out for super bright and colorful heels.

Did you guys feel strange telling your bridesmaids what to wear?  How did you straddle the divide between letting them choose their own dresses and having them wear what you wanted?

Also, light gray dresses with bright shoes– good idea or bad idea?

The story of the ring

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JP asked my father for permission to marry me in September of 2008, and then began the Great Ring Search of 2k8. We researched, we looked, we obsessed, I cried about 100 times, and just generally stressed the hell out about it.

I didn’t want him to have to take a loan out to get the ring. We are both college students. We don’t need more loans. Also, it was important to him that he pay for it himself, that is with money he earned and no parental involvement. I also liked this.

We soon found out that we were pretty “meh” when it came to most engagement rings during our search. Or, if we really liked it, it was ridiculously out of our price range. Plus, nothing we really *loved*. More frustration and tears followed.

Then, then, then. Then then then. THEN, while aimlessly dream-shopping on the
Tiffany & Co. website, I noticed a little blippy thing at the bottom of the page. “Paloma Picasso Sugar Stacks. New!” One of the rings in the cluster was a clear stone set in a silver-colored metal, and I went ape-shit. I went even more crazy when I clicked on the link.

This was my ring. It was. I knew it. It was beautiful, perfect, and really so very me AND us. Let me ‘splain and wax poetic about it for a moment. It’s a big ol’ rock, 8 carat crystal quartz, and set in sterling silver. It’s funky and not the traditional and expected engagement ring. It was designed by Paloma Picasso, who is the youngest daughter of Pablo Picasso. Hello, my favorite artist. Bigtime. Also, it’s T&Co. C’mon now.

So, back to the story. I sent the link to P, he loved it, and a week or so later we went to visit it. We were scared poopless to walk into Tiffany’s, and I have no idea why. I’ve been in that store about 293408 times with my parents, and never have been nervous before. Anyway, the ring was eighty-four trillion times more beautiful in person. We died, right there.

I stalked the ring online for a few weeks. I’d re-open the page about every 4 minutes. I tried not to be pushy or drop too many hints. (And I’m sure I failed, miserably).

Fast forward a few weeks. It was November 22nd,  and we were with my parents at Phipps Plaza helping my mom pick out some new glasses. After helping her pick the glasses, P and I were sitting outside of the glasses boutique talking about the ring. All of a sudden, JP said “Let’s go get it.”

I was stunned, shocked, and didn’t believe it was happening! I scurried into the shop to alert my parents, and they wrapped things up and tagged along with us. We went into Tiffany’s, all four of us, and we saw the ring. JP asked to see the ring, and after a once-over, said “We’d like this, and we’d like it engraved.”

We had it engraved with my “new,” i.e. married,  initials, LRC. The ring then went on a long journey to big Tiffany’s in NYC to be engraved. After leaving the store, I thought I was going to burst with happiness. I’m not one to cause a scene in public, so I was quite reserved in the store, but I just barely contain myself. My mother was jumping up and down. It was all so lovely and perfect.

We picked the ring up on December 18th, and on New Year’s Eve, he proposed at midnight. And it’s been on my finger ever since.

Ring Porn

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Today, I took some more glamour shots of my engagement ring because, well, because I felt like it. I’d never actually taken the time to sit down and do an only-engagement-ring set of pikchas, so it was long overdue. I also went non-traditional, which is pretty dang obvious. (And also not too surprising).

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I probably went a little overboard, but what else is new. I’m sure I’m not the only one who has gone a little slap-happy with a ring shoot. Right?

Possible STD

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I obsess. Over everything. It’s a well-known fact. Most of the time, I like to imagine that it adds to my charm, my character, my overall interestingness.

Sometimes it makes me want to poke my eyes out.

As an artist (ugh, that sounds so pompous), I felt that I needed to design all of our paper goods or I’d kick myself. So, I’m designing all of our paper goods. There’s a catch-22 in that I’ve also been kicking myself for making that decision! I’ve been obsessing, obsessing, researching, obsessing, and making mock-up after mock-up after mock-up for months and months and months. I’ve nearly driven myself mad over it.

Fast forward to fairly recently, when a sort of calm idea passed through my brain while drooling over Max Wanger‘s work. He does some beautiful things with text and photographs for his blog posts. I thought that it [the style] would be an awesome way to approach our paper goods. It could be quirky and fun, but also a simple enough design not to drive me bananas.

Today I made a few mock-ups of  possible save-the-dates. One is posted at the beginning of this post, and the other is going, well, right after I finish this paragraph. (I also realize that the second one doesn’t have any “formal invitation to follow” jazz on it. These are really really early stages).

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I also need to figure out a way to have our wedding website plunked on there without getting too wordy. Maybe I’ll throw in another  small card or a (hello, I’m now a wedding-sheep) magnet.

I envision these printed digitally on heavy, thick, matte, and grainy stock and sent out in kraft envelopes.

So ‘fess up. Who else obsessed for MONTHS over a detail only to solve it in an afternoon? Or, is this a totally lame idea and should I scrap it entirely?