tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863468762933355562024-03-12T20:07:26.036-04:00Wedding. Design. Home. Inspiration. Life.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.comBlogger211125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-14526568666552094432010-02-09T13:52:00.000-05:002010-02-09T13:52:00.296-05:00Some Holga Pictures<p>I bought a Holga for the wedding. I handed it over to two college students and said go crazy. I thought I’d share a few of the better pictures with you. </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24OzJoFF7I/AAAAAAAABJc/VmQyTd2xnyY/s1600-h/IMG003%20%282%29%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMG003 (2)" border="0" alt="IMG003 (2)" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24OzulHEiI/AAAAAAAABJg/Hdg4GS66O0A/IMG003%20%282%29_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="160" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24O1NeXMtI/AAAAAAAABJk/SS2bo3Ij9Y8/s1600-h/IMG003%20%284%29%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMG003 (4)" border="0" alt="IMG003 (4)" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24O1-ljcLI/AAAAAAAABJo/TXviSPALpL8/IMG003%20%284%29_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="160" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24O3NMscRI/AAAAAAAABJs/og2ovffXVGg/s1600-h/IMG005%20%282%29%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMG005 (2)" border="0" alt="IMG005 (2)" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24O3oCPgMI/AAAAAAAABJw/9tNcDGwI-Fk/IMG005%20%282%29_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="160" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24O48l9Z5I/AAAAAAAABJ0/kALSYipQwoY/s1600-h/IMG005%20%283%29%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMG005 (3)" border="0" alt="IMG005 (3)" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24O5a1HgcI/AAAAAAAABJ4/Ux7LiEe7l5k/IMG005%20%283%29_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="160" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24O65TZ19I/AAAAAAAABJ8/0flRemy0aIg/s1600-h/IMG006%20%282%29%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMG006 (2)" border="0" alt="IMG006 (2)" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24O7SkIu8I/AAAAAAAABKA/eQN6i3nhMgc/IMG006%20%282%29_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="160" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24O8MJbk1I/AAAAAAAABKE/9YagJZrY2L8/s1600-h/IMG007%20%282%29%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMG007 (2)" border="0" alt="IMG007 (2)" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24O8rDb3nI/AAAAAAAABKI/AszxvmRkjdo/IMG007%20%282%29_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="160" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24O917EGPI/AAAAAAAABKM/Z9mXJuiqQP4/s1600-h/IMG016%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMG016" border="0" alt="IMG016" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24O-dDVtII/AAAAAAAABKQ/EuL5PTavgz8/IMG016_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="160" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24O_tmRy7I/AAAAAAAABKU/0O_I7MACenE/s1600-h/IMG018%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMG018" border="0" alt="IMG018" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24PADSj5sI/AAAAAAAABKY/jmaxy1E81uI/IMG018_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="160" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24PBSmZnhI/AAAAAAAABKc/4KloDsItZg8/s1600-h/IMG025%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="IMG025" border="0" alt="IMG025" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24PBxF39II/AAAAAAAABKg/prkxQBG7B8Q/IMG025_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a></p> Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-17013545050464754092010-02-08T14:44:00.000-05:002010-02-08T14:44:00.140-05:00Tutorial: Place Cards<p>For our place cards we used library cards in handmade pockets with people’s names on them. They were cute and whimsical.  I got the pocket template from Creature Comforts I believe.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24NKu1v8YI/AAAAAAAABIk/6lPLhliIJis/s1600-h/HPIM3314%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="HPIM3314" border="0" alt="HPIM3314" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24NK9XSBHI/AAAAAAAABIo/6jrsovxqnQo/HPIM3314_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179" /></a>You start by tracing out the pattern on whatever paper you want to use. I used various colors of orange and gold cardstock.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24NMgxJ1HI/AAAAAAAABIs/0AuPmPxZ2fY/s1600-h/HPIM3317%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="HPIM3317" border="0" alt="HPIM3317" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24NNAxuFYI/AAAAAAAABIw/qRszGlbXjBM/HPIM3317_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179" /></a>Then you cut them out, fold them, and glue them together.</p> <p>   <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24NOudQAiI/AAAAAAAABI0/vspVK1ZUdak/s1600-h/HPIM3333%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="HPIM3333" border="0" alt="HPIM3333" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24NPFZbVGI/AAAAAAAABI4/l3dqy3Qoll8/HPIM3333_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24NQRx_TCI/AAAAAAAABI8/HciAWe5mw5c/s1600-h/HPIM3334%5B6%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="HPIM3334" border="0" alt="HPIM3334" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24NQ4WHwwI/AAAAAAAABJA/dD9OQU431ko/HPIM3334_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24NSQynLjI/AAAAAAAABJE/5e-_FT4tFas/s1600-h/HPIM3336%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="HPIM3336" border="0" alt="HPIM3336" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24NS28A7YI/AAAAAAAABJI/tGNpqRKcqYw/HPIM3336_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24NUB6bYmI/AAAAAAAABJM/MPom6FAU8rw/s1600-h/HPIM3318%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="HPIM3318" border="0" alt="HPIM3318" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24NUkUaAUI/AAAAAAAABJQ/mPLQQIAEtr4/HPIM3318_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179" /></a>The last thing you do is put the name on the card (I did the calligraphy) and then stuff them in. It’s pretty easy, et voila!</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24NWfzL6rI/AAAAAAAABJU/tlUkdykN3ic/s1600-h/HPIM3321%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="HPIM3321" border="0" alt="HPIM3321" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S24NWz8dXTI/AAAAAAAABJY/oqv6EGhRyCA/HPIM3321_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179" /></a>    </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>*all photos are mine.</p> Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-40834199185762520992010-01-21T07:47:00.000-05:002010-01-21T07:47:00.098-05:00Photobooth<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S1ekM1TIFyI/AAAAAAAABHs/ojOXrEoartw/s1600-h/photobooth%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="photobooth" border="0" alt="photobooth" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S1ekNobq5GI/AAAAAAAABHw/57CdG_7i1mg/photobooth_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /></a> </p> <p>This is one of my favorite non-professional photos that was taken at our reception. We set up a little fake photo booth in an alcove beside the dining room. I love this photo because Jonathon looks like “ yeah I’m the man.”</p> <p>The orange back drop is a sari that I got in India my senior year of college. It’s a beautiful sari. I never get to wear it, but it’s so wonderful.</p> <p>I took a few photos in the photo booth, but they are on the disposable cameras. So, I haven’t seen half of them yet, but I can’t wait. I just need to get by a photo developing unit. </p> <p>But here are a few of the best photos from the photo booth so far.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S1ekO1w9umI/AAAAAAAABH0/hj_ibWgOXao/s1600-h/4227031764_0917cdb3f8_b%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="4227031764_0917cdb3f8_b" border="0" alt="4227031764_0917cdb3f8_b" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S1ekPoVLLjI/AAAAAAAABH4/ZkZJI9jTgSY/4227031764_0917cdb3f8_b_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S1ekQvnWi-I/AAAAAAAABH8/oalp_5yQIJ8/s1600-h/4269958141_d88c46f349_b%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="4269958141_d88c46f349_b" border="0" alt="4269958141_d88c46f349_b" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S1ekRXMTS6I/AAAAAAAABIA/HJwlAi2HT3g/4269958141_d88c46f349_b_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S1ekSiZJ5UI/AAAAAAAABIE/xDt_Easc_aE/s1600-h/photobooth3%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="photobooth3" border="0" alt="photobooth3" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S1ekTJIvvdI/AAAAAAAABII/zR573xKR63A/photobooth3_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S1ekUmwgncI/AAAAAAAABIM/FWpXOwteLl0/s1600-h/photobooth5%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="photobooth5" border="0" alt="photobooth5" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S1ekVDNvSLI/AAAAAAAABIQ/aAxQUxtkF-I/photobooth5_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>** All photos taken by guests.</p> Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-20912961512249990412010-01-20T19:36:00.001-05:002010-01-20T19:36:58.071-05:00Recaps: Reception<p>I’m moving on to the reception today. I know the pictures are still completely on hold, but I have seen a slideshow preview of our photos and I am BLOWN AWAY. I can’t wait to show them to you.  It’ll be a few weeks before I get my photos (on disc) back from my photographer. But, I wanted to recap with words so that I could move on to finish tutorials and then just focus on pictures.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S1ehgs1RhiI/AAAAAAAABG0/St1y-2vDvmQ/s1600-h/4220254176_8c9fc1729c_b%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="4220254176_8c9fc1729c_b" border="0" alt="4220254176_8c9fc1729c_b" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S1ehhTL-TUI/AAAAAAAABG8/88WBN23d0g8/4220254176_8c9fc1729c_b_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180" /></a> </p> <p>Our reception was really wonderful. We had Christmas music in the background. We had all our friends at one table and our family in front and behind us. We got to sit down and talk and eat our wonderful pizza (seriously, if you are ever in the area hit me up… sailor pizza is where it’s at). We got to talk to every single guest at least once. We mingled, we smashed cake in our faces.</p> <p>Even though, to be honest… there was a ton of things we didn’t do. We staged garter and bouquet tosses. There was no first dance. None of that. We cut the groom’s cake instead. </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S1ehijwLb9I/AAAAAAAABHA/FgOhRYjtuVI/s1600-h/4226257721_f347b90124_b%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="4226257721_f347b90124_b" border="0" alt="4226257721_f347b90124_b" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S1ehjB4EiMI/AAAAAAAABHE/jc0cs578J1o/4226257721_f347b90124_b_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180" /></a> </p> <p>The grooms cake… Neyland stadium of course. Jonathon, had really wanted a Neyland stadium cake. So, Marsheena and I conspired to get one secretly.  </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S1ehkRSHh-I/AAAAAAAABHI/nHqZFjVOAAs/s1600-h/4269895865_b0aed31a20_b%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="4269895865_b0aed31a20_b" border="0" alt="4269895865_b0aed31a20_b" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S1ehkzVVYsI/AAAAAAAABHM/tikI7A_xiMk/4269895865_b0aed31a20_b_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /></a> </p> <p>Our “real” cake?  White chocolate and peppermint fudge in orange and white! It was delicious and unique.  Although, it was really beautiful I didn’t even get to try it until 2 days later at a family gathering. But it was wonderful and perfect.</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S1ehlz1at3I/AAAAAAAABHQ/dDdH189zcVc/s1600-h/HPIM0003%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="HPIM0003" border="0" alt="HPIM0003" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S1ehma0tt4I/AAAAAAAABHU/spAwVEWGUbY/HPIM0003_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179" /></a> </p> <p>Then, Jonathon disappeared for awhile and took his dad to see his bookstore (Jonathon runs the one on campus) and Nikki and I took some fashion shots. </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S1ehn15wq9I/AAAAAAAABHY/2e2KZvcs7EA/s1600-h/4219486847_18fa0e5b34_b%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="4219486847_18fa0e5b34_b" border="0" alt="4219486847_18fa0e5b34_b" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S1ehoWCkNUI/AAAAAAAABHc/7KmJLSX1X7g/4219486847_18fa0e5b34_b_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="180" /></a> </p> <p>We did do something fun. Our (I can say that now) Nanny Gail decided we needed to kiss whenever someone tinged the glass and we kissed… a lot. And laughed. And the apple pie we cooked ourselves… yeah, we put WAY to much apple jack in it. It was strong… and so punk rock. </p> <p>And just like that it was over. We were loading up the car and heading home to the after party. Which turned into taking pictures with the photographer and then Amy falling asleep in the recliner, but it was still a blast.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S1ehptmEszI/AAAAAAAABHk/mc1VE-wHxis/s1600-h/4269941141_88919515eb_b%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="4269941141_88919515eb_b" border="0" alt="4269941141_88919515eb_b" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S1ehqA1jwFI/AAAAAAAABHo/jh3Ds5EgzBM/4269941141_88919515eb_b_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="240" /></a></p> Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-21153098274094736572010-01-14T11:26:00.000-05:002010-01-14T11:26:23.253-05:00ConfessionI want to talk about something difficult today. I want to start by saying that it doesn’t reflect anyone but me and I want to make it clear that it was still wonderful.<br /><br />I didn’t love my wedding as a whole. I loved certain parts of our wedding. I loved the ceremony. I loved the reception. I loved being with Jonathon. I loved our photographer and all the pieces and parts I worked so incredibly hard on. I loved all the details. I loved our vows and our pastor. I loved the library and I love my husband very much. I love being married to him.<br /><br />But I don’t like the way I felt leading up to the wedding. I felt very stressed (not about things getting done or not done… but in general). I lost about 5 lbs in the 3 days leading up to the wedding (which I needed to do and was excited about) but not how or why I lost them. I think I was in a mild state of panic attack… constantly. Most of it stems from internal problems (and some externals like the weather… etc), but I was not a peace until the whole shebang was over and I was so exhausted at the end of the wedding I practically crashed at the after party and slept the whole next day.<br /><br />If I could do it over again (I wouldn’t), I would have scheduled a wedding party yoga class for the morning of and became zen. I would have kept my booking for a massage. I would have done anything to stop feeling so completely and utterly lost. I was so confused there were a thousand things going on and I just felt surreal. Not in a good surreal.<br /><br />True, it all faded as I walked down the aisle and I tripped on the hem of my dress and I laughed and it was okay. That’s when I calmed down. I hated to say this. I felt bad. I was beating myself up for not feeling the way I should have felt. But apparently, it doesn’t show in the guests photos that I have been getting back. I was really worried I would be frowning in all my images, but apparently not as much as I thought.<br /><br />Also, I spoke with the librarian who lent us the space to get dressed and to take our first look photos and she told me she had no idea anything was wrong other than the weather. She said that she thought I looked pretty much like a normally do. She said that she couldn’t tell what I was feeling.<br /><br />Honestly, it feels very liberating to say that the way I felt leading up to my wedding made me feel like I didn’t love it. Yes, I liked my wedding. Yes, I adore my husband. But it is okay that I wasn’t feeling 100% bliss. It is okay that I wish I could have not felt that. It is okay that I felt rushed. It is okay. I don’t have to love every part of everything to think that our wedding day was a pretty good day. In the scheme of things… everything was wonderful. And who cares how I felt before the wedding. Who cares? It is how I feel now about my marriage and how I felt seeing his face the moment we said our vows. That’s the important part.<br /><br />No more shame, no more guilt.<br /><br />Thank you <a href="http://www.apracticalwedding.com/">Meg</a> for reminding me that it is okay. (Meg has posted two posts on this subject recently. You can read them <a href="http://www.apracticalwedding.com/2010/01/not-loving-your-wedding.html">here</a> and <a href="http://www.apracticalwedding.com/2010/01/not-loving-your-wedding-follow-up.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+APracticalWedding+%28A+Practical+Wedding%29&utm_content=Google+Reader">here</a>.)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.apracticalwedding.com/2010/01/not-loving-your-wedding.html">A Practical Wedding: Not Loving Your Wedding</a>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-1397290911816776702010-01-11T11:59:00.001-05:002010-01-11T11:59:55.679-05:00Personal Reflections: Ceremony<p>I was in an extreme hurry to get our ceremony started. It could be because I was worried about all of our guests that had to drive home in the horrible winter storm, the fact that I was barefoot on the cold stone floor, or nerves. Either way, I couldn’t wait to get started.</p> <p>And the moment I walked through the door and saw our guests and Jonathon standing at the alter … I smiled. I almost tripped going up, but I just laughed it off. </p> <p>Then, the moment I took Jonathon’s hand nothing else mattered. Nothing. I looked in his eyes, we talked quietly, we smiled, we wept a little. And we laughed. Laughed at our mistakes (it’s hard for the perfectionist in me to do that) and we improvised. It was the most present I felt. It was also the most surreal I had felt. </p> <p>Leading up to the ceremony, I think I mostly in out of body, freaked out and worried because of the weather (it really was that bad) and other things that I wasn’t completely focused.</p> <p>However, it was incredibly nice to just see the look on Jonathon’s face. I almost kissed him during the candle light ceremony and he giggled and said that we couldn’t. I laughed and looked over at our guests holding their candles.. it was overwhelming. </p> Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-18023113522780999772010-01-07T16:55:00.001-05:002010-01-07T16:55:00.221-05:00Ceremony ScriptBefore I share my ceremony script with you... you MUST go read <a href="http://www.apracticalwedding.com/2010/01/what-i-stressed-about-for-our-wedding.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+APracticalWedding+%28A+Practical+Wedding%29&utm_content=Google+Reader">this post</a> at <a href="http://www.apracticalwedding.com/">A Practical Wedding</a>.<br />
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We started working on a ceremony script from day one almost. We culled through thousands of readings, vows, religious texts, etc to come up with a ceremony we loved. Then, we changed it. Then, we got married civilly before the wedding and had to change it again. The end result was a ceremony that reflected Jonathon and I. <br />
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He stumbled through the first "repeat after me section" and then after that Dr. Roberts decided to only have us repeat a few words at a time. The result was us laughing and smiling and having a great time with it. With a few tears in between.<br />
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<strong>Announcement</strong><br />
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5:09 – Please be seated. *Pause* If we could all first partake in the time honored ceremony of turning off all electronic devices. *Pause* Amalauna and Jonathon have requested that you remain seated for photography after the ceremony. <br />
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<strong>Opening Thoughts/ Welcome</strong><br />
5:12 - Dear friends on this <strike>chilly</strike> rainy December evening, our fondness for these two people draws us here that we might bear witness to the light of love that illuminates their lives. I know many of you came a long way to be here, but short or long, your efforts and your presence honor Jonathon and Amalauna, and they thank you for being here. <br />
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Amalauna and Jonathon have been married by the law of the state of North Carolina, and they have made a solemn contract with each other. Now, in faith, they come before the witness of the Church to declare their marriage covenant and to acknowledge God’s good news for their lives. <br />
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<strong>Prayer</strong><br />
5:15 - Let us pray. <br />
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Eternal God, creator and preserver of all life, author of salvation, giver of all grace: bless and sanctify with your Holy Spirit Jonathon and Amalauna, who come now asking for your blessing upon their marriage. Grant that they may reaffirm their vows to each other in the strength of your steadfast love. Enable them to grow in love and peace with you and each other all their days, that they may reach out in concern and service to the world; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. <br />
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<strong>Declaration of Intent to Marry</strong><br />
5:20 – Amalauna and Jonathon, you have came here today to seek the blessings of God and of the Church upon your marriage. <br />
Jonathon you have taken Amalauna to be your lawful husband. Now you wish to declare, before God and this congregation, your desire that your married life should be according to God’s will. <br />
Jonathon, do you take Amalauna as your wife, your friend, and your life partner? Do you promise to love her more than UT football, take care of her, laugh with her, and hold her?<br />
(Jonathon presumably says I do.)<br />
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Amalauna you have taken Jonathon to be your lawful husband. Now you wish to declare, before God and this congregation, your desire that your married life should be according to God’s will. <br />
Amalauna, do you take Jonathon as your husband, your friend, and your life partner? Do you promise to love him during football AND baseball seasons, take care of him, encourage him, and laugh with him?<br />
(Amalauna presumably says I do.)<br />
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Jonathon and Amalauna will you accept one another as equal partners in your marriage? Will you continue to love and respect each other and to communicate fully and fearlessly with each other? Will you always strive to support, encourage, and inspire one another? Together will you create a home that is filled with culture, good food, and laugher?<br />
(Presumably we both say together, we will.) <br />
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If you will both repeat after me.<br />
I promise to encourage your individuality, because that is what makes you unique.<br />
I promise to nurture your dreams, because through them your soul shines.<br />
I promise to help shoulder our challenges for there is nothing we cannot overcome if we stand together.<br />
I promise to share the joys with you in life because with you they are much sweeter.<br />
Lastly, I promise to you unconditional love and complete trust for one lifetime with you could never be enough. <br />
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<strong>Reading One</strong> – read by Hope <br />
5:30 – "To My Valentine" by Ogden Nash <br />
More than a catbird hates a cat,<br />
Or a criminal hates a clue,<br />
Or the Axis hates the United States,<br />
That's how much I love you.<br />
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I love you more than a duck can swim,<br />
And more than a grapefruit squirts,<br />
I love you more than a gin rummy is a bore,<br />
And more than a toothache hurts.<br />
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As a shipwrecked sailor hates the sea,<br />
Or a juggler hates a shove,<br />
As a hostess detests unexpected guests,<br />
That's how much you I love.<br />
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I love you more than a wasp can sting,<br />
And more than the subway jerks,<br />
I love you as much as a beggar needs a crutch,<br />
And more than a hangnail irks.<br />
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I swear to you by the stars above,<br />
And below, if such there be,<br />
As the High Court loathes perjurious oathes,<br />
That's how you're loved by me.<br />
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<strong>Friends and Family Responses</strong><br />
5:35 – As these two people are joined, so are their friends and families united through them. Their lives will be strengthened and enriched by your support and love. They ask for your blessing. Please signify your blessing by answering, "I will."<br />
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Loved ones, I ask you today if you will support Amalauna and Jonathon in their marriage. Will you rejoice in their union and pray God’s blessing upon them?<br />
Friends: I will.<br />
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<strong>Reading Two</strong> read by Jane <br />
5:37 – Excerpt from "The Last Five Years" by Jason Robert Brown<br />
Will you share your life with me<br />
For the next ten lifetimes?<br />
For a million summers<br />
Till the world explodes<br />
Till there's no one left who has ever known us apart<br />
There are so many dreams I need to see with you...<br />
There are so many years I need to be with you...<br />
I will never be complete<br />
I will never be alive<br />
I will never change the world<br />
Until I do<br />
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<strong>Candle Light Ceremony</strong><br />
5:39 – All of you are points of light in the lives of Amalauna and Jonathon. Each of you have led or guided them at some point. Your light has lit their souls and kept them on the right path. Tonight, they recognize this with a candle light ceremony. If you would stand and light your candle as the flame is passed around. We will all illuminate this winter night with our spirit. Jonathon and Amalauna are also lighting candles to recognize the lights of the people in their lives that they have loved and are past. (Jonathan Roach will start playing Feels Like Home and then Kristen can hit the lights. Amalauna and Jonathon will light their candles. The lighters will come to the stage and light their candles. Then, they will light the grandparents and the end of the rows. It will work like any other candle light ceremony.)<br />
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<strong>Traditional Vows</strong><br />
5:47 – During their civil ceremony, Amalauna and Jonathon made vows to each other in the faith of their love. They would like to share them with you and reaffirm those vows as well. <br />
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Amalauna repeat after me. I, Amalauna, take thee Jonathon to be my husband to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. To love and to cherish, till death do us part, and thereto I pledge thee my faith.<br />
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Jonathon repeat after me. I, Jonathon, take thee Amalauna to be my wife to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. To love and to cherish, till death do us part, and thereto I pledge thee my faith. <br />
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<strong>Blessing of Rings</strong><br />
5:52 – Bless, O Lord, the wearing of these rings that they who wear them may live in your peace all the days of their lives. Amen. <br />
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<strong>Pronouncement</strong><br />
5: 54 – You have declared your consent and vows before God and this congregation. May God confirm your covenant and fill you both with grace. <br />
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Jonathon and Amalauna you are husband and wife according to the witness of Christ’s universal church, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Those, whom God has joined together, let no one put asunder. Amen.<br />
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5:56 – An ancient belief proclaims that when a couple in love kisses, a little bit of each other's soul is transported to abide in the other. And what better time than now to share your souls and a kiss?<br />
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<strong>Closing Blessing</strong><br />
5:58 – Dr. Roberts may say a prayer or blessing of his choice here.<br />
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<strong>Presentation of Couple</strong><br />
6:03 –Dr. Roberts you can present us however you like just use Jonathon and Amy Brock as our names. <br />
May your bodies always be the dwelling place of the love and joy that you feel today, as hand in hand, you look fearlessly towards your future together. <br />
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<strong>Recessional </strong>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-36368560372431307162010-01-06T10:30:00.001-05:002010-01-06T10:30:10.731-05:00Recaps: Tutorials - Programs<p>I thought I would share a few things that I DIYed for the wedding. I thought I would start with the programs since we are talking about the ceremony.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0SsM89GS9I/AAAAAAAABD8/wYxYLwVJusU/s1600-h/HPIM3509%5B9%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="HPIM3509" border="0" alt="HPIM3509" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0SsNVqNuGI/AAAAAAAABEA/sVQr0lcaGy8/HPIM3509_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179" /></a>First off, excuse my messy table. I bought heavy card stock from the paper store in town and then borrowed the cutter from my husband’s book store. Then, I trimmed off about 2 inches.</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0SsOjUeVOI/AAAAAAAABEE/rVybgt_3sOU/s1600-h/HPIM3510%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="HPIM3510" border="0" alt="HPIM3510" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0SsPOrRTkI/AAAAAAAABEI/czJU7i6tjco/HPIM3510_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179" /></a>  <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0SsQXQXZGI/AAAAAAAABEM/WAIcKn3cIGw/s1600-h/HPIM3512%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="HPIM3512" border="0" alt="HPIM3512" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0SsQzx6xYI/AAAAAAAABEQ/rWXcMwa3-X8/HPIM3512_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179" /></a> I had printed the programs out (about 5.5 x 5.5 inches) and then I had to trim them.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0SsSd65dpI/AAAAAAAABEU/lRJN_s7Lghk/s1600-h/HPIM3516%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="HPIM3516" border="0" alt="HPIM3516" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0SsTMg-SKI/AAAAAAAABEY/FE-R8HicAXc/HPIM3516_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0SsUBO_UCI/AAAAAAAABEc/Iz778jodA2U/s1600-h/HPIM3523%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="HPIM3523" border="0" alt="HPIM3523" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0SsUpKGR1I/AAAAAAAABEg/eZaBsSZ-z20/HPIM3523_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179" /></a>Then, I used a single hole punch (actually I went through 3 of them because of the thickness of the cardstock with the 12 pages of program) to punch out two holes. Then, I took a length of ribbon and tied to two together. </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0SsV5a9xGI/AAAAAAAABEk/W_ZlrtWO62c/s1600-h/HPIM3524%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="HPIM3524" border="0" alt="HPIM3524" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0SsWUchwEI/AAAAAAAABEo/onrPehWDi0U/HPIM3524_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0SsXaTOrrI/AAAAAAAABEs/tXAAfJLhQHU/s1600-h/HPIM3525%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="HPIM3525" border="0" alt="HPIM3525" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0SsYC3NW_I/AAAAAAAABEw/tpX17sOeqbA/HPIM3525_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179" /></a>After, I got the ribbon in. I glued on an envelope (the same ones we used with our Save the Dates and our inner envelope of the invitations) to the other side of the inside cover. I then used our paisley stamp we used on all our paper stuff and stamped orange metallic ink over the envelope flap. Then, I tri folded 3 kleenex squares and put in the envelope.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0SsZVcsz0I/AAAAAAAABE0/lYayItpfh18/s1600-h/HPIM3528%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="HPIM3528" border="0" alt="HPIM3528" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0SsZ3XbTsI/AAAAAAAABE4/G_EXXO2gZtA/HPIM3528_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0SsayrMfTI/AAAAAAAABE8/GPENWlsFed8/s1600-h/HPIM3529%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="HPIM3529" border="0" alt="HPIM3529" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0SsbRXpHTI/AAAAAAAABFA/8RRcush7ZvU/HPIM3529_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179" /></a>    After that I put in the bookmarks I made  (I used the left over cardstock, printed a couple sheet of a bookmark design I whipped up, punched a hole in the top and then tied it with ribbon). Then, I added to the front cover a design I made, printed, and cut. I attached it with scrapbook black photo corners and was done. </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0SscvpvrwI/AAAAAAAABFE/5VA-XFX8pmI/s1600-h/HPIM3531%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="HPIM3531" border="0" alt="HPIM3531" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0SsdGFA5uI/AAAAAAAABFI/ceF7xm-Aozg/HPIM3531_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0SseP_KtGI/AAAAAAAABFM/GsYD3vozSHc/s1600-h/HPIM3530%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="HPIM3530" border="0" alt="HPIM3530" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0Sse5WIDUI/AAAAAAAABFQ/99sepLTmyu8/HPIM3530_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179" /></a>  <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0Ssf2Ml1jI/AAAAAAAABFU/vziTq9oXbTw/s1600-h/HPIM3532%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="HPIM3532" border="0" alt="HPIM3532" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/S0SsgbUXBeI/AAAAAAAABFY/oti-EZMEmvQ/HPIM3532_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" height="179" /></a>There’s a better image of the bookmark. It was so much fun (and time consuming) making these programs. But I’m not going to lie. I don’t think I ever want to do that again.</p> <p>*All photos are author’s own collection.  </p> Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-74762071376617175012010-01-04T17:21:00.001-05:002010-01-04T17:21:00.397-05:00MusicSince, I am still waiting for our first look pictures. I'm going to move on to the ceremony. However, I'm going to save the story of the ceremony until I get the pictures back. But I thought we could at least talk about the music. I put a ton of time and thought into the music. And I got quite a few compliments on the music. <br />
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<strong>Prelude Playlist</strong><br />
I Will Come to You (Acapella) x Hanson <br />
Wayne Brady x Beautiful (Jonathon played this for me when we first started dating and said it reminded him of me.)<br />
Smother Me x The Used<br />
Everything x Lifehouse<br />
The Luckiest x Ben Folds Five<br />
So Much x The Spill Canvas<br />
You x Amy Lee (unreleased)<br />
Collide x Howie Day<br />
The Way I Am x Ingrid Michaelson<br />
First Day of my Life x Bright Eyes<br />
Grow Old With Me x Postal Service<br />
Ice Cream x Sarah McLachlan<br />
Sunsets & Car Crashes x The Spill Canvas<br />
Halo x Beyonce<br />
Lullaby x Dixie Chicks (which if you haven't heard... you must!)<br />
Ava Maria x Beyonce<br />
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<strong>Ceremony Music</strong><br />
<em>Jonathon & Wedding Attendant's Entrance</em> <br />
String Quartet x What A Catch, Donnie (Fall Out Boy)<br />
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<em>My Entrance</em><br />
String Quartet x Grand Theft Autumn (Fall Out Boy)<br />
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<strong>Reception Playlist</strong><br />
I won't post it here, but it was various Christmas songs (spanning oldies, christian, punk, rock, pop). Some examples: Street Drum Corps with Bert McCraken from The Used x Happy Christmas (War is Over), Britney Spears x My Only Wish, Elvis' x Blue Christmas.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-31160016495443766722009-12-31T10:06:00.001-05:002009-12-31T10:06:06.874-05:00Morning of…<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/Szy92CtqgRI/AAAAAAAABC4/Eg_TyXhoVjY/s1600-h/DSCN0638%5B8%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSCN0638" border="0" alt="DSCN0638" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/Szy92qwhUXI/AAAAAAAABC8/Mox-nnIs2G4/DSCN0638_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="135" /></a>I woke up the morning of the wedding to the sound of rain. I was okay with that. It would pass or it would stay. Jonathon and I laid in bed and talked awhile. Then, we got up, had left over BBQ (I tried to anyway) and he showered. Then, while my mom and I showered… he played Call of Duty. </p> <p>I hoped the shower would call me down, but it didn’t. So, after the shower I started doing my mom’s makeup and that did calm me down some. I really stopped stressing out when Kristen came over to do our hair. </p> <p><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="HPIM0012" border="0" alt="HPIM0012" align="right" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/Szy93GdN_qI/AAAAAAAABDA/wgQa0pZeYvg/HPIM0012%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="134" />By the time my hair was done, all the girls had gotten there and we started putting on makeup and things. Marsheena ended up doing most people’s makeup.  And we talked and laughed. I started to slowly calm down and it was nice. But the rain, steadily got harder and harder as we approached 1 pm. So, I called my photographer and told her to skip the meeting at the house we would meet her at the library. </p> <p><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="HPIM0013" border="0" alt="HPIM0013" align="left" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_6PM_bk9ipdM/Szy93QJ7KOI/AAAAAAAABDE/o_zawAfMzLU/HPIM0013%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" height="134" /></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>So, I finished up my makeup and headed out of the house, dress in tow with everyone following to the reception space where the flowers were waiting to be put in vases.  The flowers were so wrong and I don’t think it would have mattered so much if I wasn’t freaked out by a phone call I got right before I noticed the yellow and peach flowers. My photographer had called and they were being hindered by a snowstorm. So, I had no way of knowing if they would get there on time. I felt completely helpless and I had no idea where Jonathon was. I’m pretty sure his presence could have calmed me down. As it was he and the maid of honor went to chew out the florist. </p> <p>So, I took a deep breath. We moved to the library to start getting ready in the 24 hour study room. I’ll tell you more about that and my first look later. </p> <p>I may be a few days behind coming up. Mostly because I am waiting on our professional and semi-professional shots. So, I may skip some stories (like the first look) until I get those pictures and filter in other stories. (The pictures so far have been taken by friends on my camera or theirs.)</p> <p>Also, after the wedding recaps (and starting tomorrow) I will be blogging at <a href="http://xoxoamyb.blogspot.com" target="_blank">xoxoamyb.blogspot.com</a>. So, if you would like to keep up with me, you may do so there. But I will post all the recaps right here!  </p> Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-39990589748089001092009-12-29T14:34:00.000-05:002009-12-29T14:34:00.343-05:00Rehearsal and Dinner<p>The day of the rehearsal was beautiful. It was a little cold, but the weather was nice. It was sunny and there was excitement in the air. I went with my mom to the space early to start setting up for tomorrow, but I didn’t get the candles for the candlelight ceremony set up. In truth, they never got set up but no one noticed. We had two larger candles that we lit instead (I’m getting ahead of myself!) I changed into my dress in the chapel. </p> <p>As I was changing everyone started arriving. When they all got there we got started. We ran through the ceremony twice (without all the vows) and tried to get the tech stuff down. Our pastor was taking care of his sick mother and wasn’t there, but that was okay. We laughed and had fun. </p> <p>Then, we headed to the reception space and had BBQ. It was delicious, but I was too nervous to eat. To be honest, I didn’t really eat for 3 days. Then, Jane and Marsheena starting setting everything up. They set up all the tables and all of the centerpieces. They wouldn’t let me help with anything. Which was very sweet of them. So, I hung out and we set up as much as we could. Then, we packed up and left.</p> <p>Jonathon and I ended up having BBQ for breakfast the morning of the wedding. To be honest, I was a complete wreck leading up to the wedding morning. I had expected it to be calm, but it wasn’t. Mom wanted to change the ceremony  (I put my foot down.) It is was mass chaos and I wasn’t prepared for that, but it was still nice.</p> <p>I did end up breaking two nails at the rehearsal though falling out of the car. It was kind of humorous and hurt like hell. But I ended up peeling those nails off the day after the wedding. LOL. </p> <p>After the rehearsal everyone came over and hung our until about midnight playing xbox games and talking and just hanging out. It was nice to spend some time with my friends. I started to calm down then. </p> Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-65116534878337660082009-12-28T10:06:00.001-05:002009-12-28T10:06:25.786-05:00Recaps: Vendor Reviews<p>I wanted to take a moment to mention my vendors. I loved working with almost all of them. So, I wanted to say some kind things about them so that if anyone out there reading this is planning their own wedding they can consider using these guys.</p> <p>1. Venues and Catering – Since we used to campus we both work on as our venue locations (and you probably won’t) I won’t say much about our venues other than this: They are beautiful and wonderful. I loved the historic old chapel and the dining room. We had several people catering the events. </p> <p>The rehearsal dinner was catered by Smoke Rings (hosted on the campus) in Hiawassee, GA. Smoke Rings is an incredible BBQ spot that makes their own sauce (delicious) and smokes the meat in a special way to create what they call “smoke rings”.  Anyway, if you are ever in the area stop by and get a chopped pork sandwich. You won’t regret it.</p> <p>The actual reception was catered by 2 places. The first was by Jennifer Lunde. Who is an incredibly wonderful gal. She really cared so much about us and our wedding and worked super hard to make it perfect. She listened to my endless rambles, set up a beautiful room, and made us feel completely special. She dealt with all our emergencies, problems, and issues so efficiently. I would recommend her to anyone! Plus, the food was spectacular.</p> <p>The second caterer was Big Al’s Pizza. (Yes, we served pizza and I got some great compliments on it.) The pizza was incredible. First off if you are in Hiawassee stop by and try the “sailor” pizza. There was none of this left. Not a slice to be had. It’s that good. All the pizza was incredible. They gave me a great deal, worked with my main caterer and took care of us right. </p> <p>2. Our florist (I won’t mention the name, but if you want to know you can message me.) was awful. She got the flowers wrong, lied to me, messed up my bouquet, refused to fix the problem or refund our money, was rude to my husband and maid of honor (actually she made my maid of honor so mad that her blood pressure spiked and she got really sick and had to leave the reception) and the was snotty to me. It was a bad experience that day. They also never answer emails, are rude when you call, and completely the worst florist EVER hands down. So, if you do live in the area ask me for their name and save yourself the heartache.</p> <p>3. Our stationer was Peculiar Pair Press and we loved them. I have mentioned them several times, but I just wanted to say it once more. They are worth every dime. </p> <p>4. We used Love at First Invite for the design of our “guestbook” marriage certificate and it was absolutely beautiful. You should call Cathy if you want a gorgeous, but cost effective design.</p> <p>5. My dresses were made my different people and I want to show those to you when I get some pictures back of them so. I will tell you about the dresses later.</p> <p>6. Our photographer was Nikki Sanders and I want to wait on her as well until I can show you pictures. However, let me say to you right now… call her. She isn’t booking the rest of the year until Spring I think, but she is AMAZING. Call her. I swear she is worth it.</p> <p>That’s it. Minus the cake which I am not even going to mention the vendor until I upload the pictures for you!</p> Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-57430227596170980062009-12-22T20:18:00.000-05:002009-12-22T20:18:00.258-05:00The less than perfect<p>I want to get this out of the way so I don’t have to dwell on it. </p> <p>1. The weather! – It was our luck that a massive rain/snow storm blew through NC on the day of our wedding. It poured! I mean POURED. So, I ditched my wonderful sexy heels (so not to die) and made us rethink some things. (Like we got dressed in the library for the first look shoot. Which in a way was funny because the ITECH guys walked in on us changing.) But the snow almost prevented my photographer from being there. BUT it didn’t!! She had to follow a snow plow to get to us!! That is dedication. I loved Nikki. (More on Nikki later.)</p> <p>2. The weather causing other problems. Like we had to hurry to get to the venues and change there, but we ended up leaving things and having to scramble around. Very few people could actually make it with the weather and the rock slide on 64.</p> <p>3. The flowers! – They were completely wrong, but still beautiful. So, we went with it. Although, NEVER use this florist. She was completely rude and refused to fix the problem. She also was unresponsive and never replied to emails. So, if you want a name of a florist to NOT use in North GA … send me a message.</p> <p>4. My reaction to stress – I wasn’t allowed to do anything (help with the decoration or anything) so I couldn’t get my mind off things or feel useful. (Which in the best woman and my maid of honor’s defense they were trying to help me and were doing a wonderful job!!! I couldn’t have made it through the wedding without them.) So, I basically just freaked out and stressed out and couldn’t focus (until the ceremony!!!).</p> <p>But really all things considered it was minor and I really did enjoy the wedding. </p> Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-14848729277665204222009-12-21T19:30:00.001-05:002009-12-21T19:30:54.240-05:00Recaps soon<p>The wedding is over. </p> <p>I really can’t even begin to describe it yet. I will say that yes, many things went wrong (a snow storm, heavy rain, a stuck photographer [who did make it on time], and many other tiny details) and yes I got stressed out and a little miffed. I wish I could change the way I handled the stress (I wasn’t a complete bridezilla, but I was completely helpless and that really annoys me. So, I wish I could go back and not be stressed out. But it was fun.)</p> <p>HOWEVER, I will say that the day was perfectly flawed. It was wonderful. Every bad thing vanished the moment that we started saying our vows.</p> <p>And Jonathon said he almost cried when he saw me the first time.</p> <p>I don’t have any pictures to share yet. Heck, I’m not even sure where everything is yet!  </p> <p>We are at home (in TN) until after Christmas and Jonathon is getting his wisdom teeth cut out tomorrow, but I promise you recaps and images shortly.</p> Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-36986906859616892882009-12-17T11:03:00.002-05:002009-12-17T11:03:00.148-05:00A note on our weddingI had been intending to post this for a weeks now, but I wanted to post this closer to our wedding day as a note on our wedding. I do hope you will forgive me for fibbing a bit on my last post being the last before the wedding. I wrote this several weeks ago and as I go into my wedding tomorrow with the most uncommon peace. I hope you will take a moment to reflect on what it means to be married, to get married, to live your life with a single person by your side. It's bliss. So, I will see you in a few weeks with recaps galore, but for now... enjoy the post.<br /><br /><br /><em>Our wedding didn't start out being an exhibition in our personal style. It also didn't really have theme.<br /><br />Our wedding has evolved from an elaborate Marie Antoinette inspired affair that had a snowy winter feel to it to what it is at this moment. We were going with shocking white, silver, and navy as our main color scheme. Then we started hunting for venues and every where we looked was cream and gold. So, I decided that we would revise our color scheme to be cream, gold, and another color. I wasn't sure what color.<br /><br />Then, we saw an orange, gold, and cream tie and I fell in love. We bought the tie and then based our color scheme. I really got into this. I adore the color orange and Jonathon is a huge UT Vols fan. So, it seemed appropriate. Immediately the plans didn't change so much. It was still going to be this massive Marie Antoinette affair.<br /><br />Then, slowly over the course of planning we added things that we love. A pair of UT K-Swiss shoes, an orange and white <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Wai</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ching</span> dress, a UT tie, a sari I got in India, our favorite books, our favorite band, pizza from our favorite mom and pop Italian place, and our homemade apple pie.<br /><br />And somehow our wedding has evolved into being us. It's a wedding that you can obviously tell that we planned… TOGETHER. That we loving put the work and effort into. Our centerpieces won't be sculpted flower masterpieces (and probably not magazine worthy) but they will be put together by our family and friends. Our ceremony won't be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">kitchy</span> and you won't see us dancing down the aisle to Chris Brown (we despise Chris Brown and his wife beating ways) or catch our video on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">youtube</span>. What you will get is the love that we feel for each other, our family and friends. Our wedding is a reflection of us. Not the us that wedding magazines and the wedding world wants us to be… but I have peace that our wedding reflects the Amy and Jonathon you would get if you stopped by our apartment in NC on any random day and had a good home cooked dinner with us.<br /><br />Anyone up for some homemade spinach lasagna with Parmesan <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Reggiano</span> and some down south sweet tea?<br /><br />A side note: at this moment I am so vested in this wedding. Every thing that we love is included, pieces of our souls, us as a couple, and the life we lead together and want to in the future is laid bare. It's tremendous, bigger than us, encompassing our love, and hopes. From our ceremony script to the music, the flowers to the dress have all been picked out lovingly, with care and precision. That said.. some things are not perfect. They are part of my f it moment. Like the seed packets are cute, but not perfect. The calligraphy I practiced on the invitations aren't perfect, but I did each one with love with Jonathon's help. Planning this wedding has taken so much of us. So much that we carefully put into it.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>We hope that all of our guests enjoy themselves. We hope that people will walk away from our wedding never doubting the love that is inside our hearts. We are truly two people invested not just in a wedding, but in our love, our commitment to each other, our new (and old families) and the awesome power that has melded us into two <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">separate</span> but perfectly balanced people who are trying to be better for the other. I hope that all we put into this truly shows those things. Our love, our happiness, and our dreams. </em>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-74926855325989185332009-12-07T11:04:00.002-05:002009-12-07T11:16:41.583-05:00See you on the other side.It's a week and a half before the wedding and I have so much to do I'm not sure how to get it all done. We scrapped one project and added 3 more at the last minute. The other 3 won't take a ton of time and effort, but I still think they will be best.<br /><br />So, with that in mind (and the fact that we so have to clean our house and finish rearranging the furniture) I will not be posting any more updates until after the wedding.<br /><br />After the wedding, I will give you a few days of recap. I know that it will be a while before we get back our professional shots, but I will do the best I can.<br /><br />So, stayed tuned on the 20<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> or so for recaps.<br /><br />See you on the other side.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-76451300841343853452009-12-03T11:20:00.004-05:002009-12-03T11:38:09.977-05:00Guest Lists and DisappointmentI want to talk a bit about why our RSVP status had disappointed me so much a first. The first thing Jonathon and I did when we started planning this shindig was to start with the people we wanted there, those that we were indifferent on but had to be there, those that wanted to be there but we didn't know if we could fit them in, etc.<br /><br />We made LISTS. We made 7 different guest lists. We made lists of everyone who had to be there and those that we would love to be there. At one point, we had a guest list of 400. Seriously.<br /><br />When it all spiralled out of control, we changed our reception venue to smaller dining room on the campus where we will be married. The chapel could hold 40 or 200 it didn't matter. But the reception venue was important.<br /><br />So, the smaller venue hold 55 at the most. So, we took out the list and made revisions. We put the people that had to be there first (attendants, parents, grandparents, selected family members, etc) and then we asked ourselves:<br /><br />Can we have a wedding without this person?<br /><br />If the answer was no, they got invited. If the answer was yes, they didn't. It was hard because we love our family and friends dearly and in the end a huge cut was made. Then, we still had about 100 people. We cut out everyone who was extended family. We hacked away at this list and ended up with 65 people.<br /><br />We knew a few people would say no, but we reworked tables in the venue to squeeze them all in. And then we sent out invitations... and the nos came in (and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yes's</span> too) and I started to get disappointed. People who we thought would be there.. wouldn't. Attendant's flaked out on us.. etc.<br /><br />We knew it was a week before Christmas, we knew it was a 2 hour drive through the cold December mountains, we knew it was asking a lot from the people we loved... but goal.. our dearest hope was pure.<br /><br />We wanted to share our life here with all of them.<br /><br />But what we got were sometimes selfish complaints (It's too far, you should have considered my schedule/life/needs first, etc) and sometimes reasonable objections (class/family Christmas schedules/work [and in this economy I get it]). But what bothered me the most were these people who were supposed to love and support us bombarding us with negativity (see the selfish complaints). It hurt.<br /><br />So, in the end I needed a pep talk. (Refer to yesterday's post.) I got it and in the end.. all will be well. I am at peace with the choices we have made. We did them for the right reasons with love in our hearts. It will not be me that has to answer for all the negativity that people put forth in the world.<br /><br />I can only be responsible for my actions and for the energies I inject into society. I would like to think that 90% of the time it is positive life affirming energy full of love and compassion. But I get busy and frustrated and I'm not perfect. I have made mistakes and done things I am not proud of in my life. But the key is that I try to live my life in an unselfish manner to benefit mankind. Selfish people turn my stomach, but I do not live for them (or their life) so I cannot be the judge and jury. They must all come to terms with themselves.<br /><br />That said, I have gotten past my disappointment. Mostly because while some fun people have said no.. we still have our best friends, parents, and some crazy kids we couldn't imagine the after party without.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-39217283022739650372009-12-02T14:22:00.004-05:002009-12-02T14:31:15.333-05:00Rainy DayIt's raining today and my feet are soaked all the way through the socks and it's cold and dreary. It's winter.<br /><br />I feel like.. whether I like it or not.. our wedding is coming together. The ball is rolling out of control downhill. I am content to watch it roll, to do what I can to help it roll correctly down the path, but if it goes slightly off course... well then it does.<br /><br />The other day while stressing out, Jonathon looks at me says:<br /><br />Amy, will I be there?<br />Yeah.<br />Will you be there?<br />Yeah.<br />Will Dr. Roberts (our officiant) be there?<br />Yeah.<br />Then nothing else matters.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ummm</span> true but I might have to go naked.<br />Well, that's okay, we can start the honeymoon early.<br /><br />I love him because he does calm me. Because his arms are my home and haven. Because even when I am throwing a small tantrum he laughs at me and tells me I'm cute and because when I cry he pulls me in my arms and helps me cope.<br /><br />The other morning I told him I felt like a tug boat lost in the Pacific Ocean. He said it was okay, he found me and pulled me in his arm.<br /><br />And he is the reason why I am doing this. He is the reason I get up every morning, put on clothes and become Superwoman.<br /><br />He's the best. Really. If this isn't why you marry someone... I am lost.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-15202819571866804562009-12-01T13:14:00.004-05:002009-12-01T13:26:26.264-05:00Today is Dec 1.. 17 daysToday, I am exhausted. I have spent the last 4 hours in a car. We took my dress (yes, early this morning and I know I am pushing it close) to the saemstress to be altered slightly. The bust is slightly too large and needs to be taken in a bit. I also got to try on my rehearsal dress since it has been taken in. It looks stunning.<br /><br />I have a ton of things I am working on right now. I printed out the "guts" of my programs. I have cut them and cut the program cover. I have designed the cover design. I haven't printed or cut those yet, but I have to had punch out and tie the programs and that is taking awhile. I also have to hand glue in the envelopes and put in the tissues. It's really labor intensive, but I hope to finish them this weekend.<br /><br />I wasn't going to do favors, but the thick paper that we cut for the program cover were the perfect size for... bookmarks! So I have designed them and I am looking forward to printing those out as well to work on this weekend.<br /><br />I did wrap the attendants gifts and I almost have the reception playlist aced. Jane and Marsheena and Sam are planning my girl's night and Nate is planning JRock's bachelor party. All in all I suspect the last 17 days will be a mess.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-66849378131589136442009-11-23T09:57:00.000-05:002009-11-23T09:59:12.777-05:00Today...I am having a f*** it moment.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-59337420700740726202009-11-19T15:38:00.003-05:002009-11-19T16:02:59.314-05:00Bridezilla... or Cryzilla?Planning a wedding is stressful, but I have had almost 22 months. It shouldn't be that bad... right?<br /><br />Through out the last 21 months I have tried to stay calm... transcendent if you will. Nothing really bothered me. I would let small issues roll off my back.. it will fix itself I would think. And most of the time it did. I was laid back, calm, the complete opposite of a bridezilla.<br /><br />But now with less than a month to go, I feel myself cracking under the strain. This week especially. I have felt like everything that could go wrong has and time is running out. What's went wrong? My dress needs a few tweaks and the undergarments I ordered 2 months ago and they shipped me the wrong size.. still don't have... so I was running out of time. It has to be to the seamstress... tomorrow. Half of the wedding party do not have thier dresses. The programs are behind because of the edits to the ceremony. I don't have the wedding music together. Etc. Etc.<br /><br />Oh, and did I mention a rock slide is going to force ALL of my guests to detour... some of them hours to come to my wedding so I am freaked that they won't come. I'm also freaked that I will look hideous or something.<br /><br />So, I have to admit... even I can be rattled by wedding planning. However, I sat down and made a list (not just wedding related) of things that could go wrong... and the (FUNNY and in no way serious) upside to them.<br /><br />Worst That Can Happen<br />1. The venues burn down.<br />UPSIDE: We don’t have to pay for them.<br /><br />2. The dress is too big in the boobs.<br />UPSIDE: I don’t have freakishly big juggs.<br /><br />3. I’m on my period.<br />UPSIDE: I’m not preggers!!<br /><br />4. My dress is ruined.<br />UPSIDE: I never have to wear it again.<br /><br />5. No one shows<br />UPSIDE: We have hundreds and party with J2, Jane, Marsheena, Bruce, and Kristen<br /><br />6. The flowers are wrong.<br />UPSIDE: They’re real.<br /><br />7. My hair looks like poo.<br />UPSIDE: I’m getting it cut!!!!<br /><br />8. We lose everything in a fire.<br />UPSIDE: We have less stuff to move when we move.<br /><br />9. The Holga gets stolen.<br />UPSIDE: It was $30.<br /><br />10. We go broke.<br />UPSIDE: Bankruptcy clears all our debt. (I'm not promoting this.. it was just to make me laugh.)<br /><br />11. I look horrible.<br />UPSIDE: JRock can’t back out!!<br /><br />12. I don’t get the programs done.<br />UPSIDE: I don’t have to pay for them!!<br /><br />13. We’re late.<br />UPSIDE: They’ll wait.<br /><br />15. Nikki gives birth. (Our photographer. Which fyi I'm really not worried about.. I'm just trying to think of the worst things.)<br />UPSIDE: We have a cool story.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-70645156757459835702009-11-18T16:08:00.001-05:002009-11-18T16:10:37.451-05:00I am a girlI am a girl and there is nothing wrong with that.<br />I am and am not a feminist and there is nothing wrong with that.<br />I love women and men … equally.<br />And I will say that all the crap about I'm feminist and therefore I am more awesome than all you non-feminist crap… is well, crap.<br />Who cares?<br />If you want to stay at home and be a mom, love the color pink, love weddings (big frothy white a pink affairs or more unconventional types), love puppies and babies, and want to feel loved and protected by a man… GOOD.<br />If you want to be strong, and shun conventional, not change your name after your wedding, and never want kids… GOOD.<br /><br />I will never tell someone the way they live their life is wrong, because it is not my life to live. I will never tell you to get or not get an abortion or take plan b or love your husband. I will never tell you that you should do this or that…. Because it is your life to live.<br /><br />Who cares if you want to call yourself a feminist and go home and clean up after your husband (maybe he would just destroy the house) or cook for him (maybe he burns boiled water). It's not up to anyone to tell you that is wrong.<br /><br />Who cares if you aren't perfect or normal or wonderful? You just need to be you.<br /><br />That applies to your wedding, your life, your married life, your career, your kids, your whole world. Be who you are, but don't be dogmatic with other people or force yourself into doing something you hate because it's what is expected of you.<br /><br />Let me tell you what the world expects: Be your beautiful, wonderful, happiest self. The end.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-38918732197188519182009-11-16T13:11:00.001-05:002009-11-16T13:11:37.378-05:00Almost there<p>I can’t believe how fast the time is flying and how quickly all the planning will be over. It’s bittersweet. </p> <p>BUT I have to be honest with you. I am ready for a break. I am ready to not think about weddings and to do lists and worry solely about my hubbie and to do normal married things like clean house, cook dinner, and just hang out. </p> <p>Last weekend, we went home to taste test our main treat at the reception that we are doing instead of a cake. I would love to tell you about it right now, but I can’t. </p> <p>Mostly, because there is some question about whether or not it will be put in the local papers. Apparently, my seemingly innocent request was incredibly unique and there is some buzz going around. Let’s just say it is exciting. </p> <p>The taste test went well and I am excited about the whole thing. I can’t wait to tell you. I’m horrible at secrets!!!</p> Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-81841097049425534602009-11-12T15:53:00.002-05:002009-11-12T16:19:11.017-05:00HolgaOne of the things that I have really gotten into with the wedding planning has been ... photography. I have looked at blogs, magazines (including fashion) etc to make sure that I know what I want for my wedding photography.<br /><br />I also researched photographers for 6 months before deciding to go with Nikki Sanders. I loved her high fashion edge and she took some stunning pictures of this one groom that tipped me over the edge. She was in my price range (one of 3 that I looked at that was), she had the photographic style I liked... oh and she's awesome. We emailed almost daily, talked and I decided.. yes. Yes, I wanted to have Nikki share our wedding with us.<br /><br />But I loved the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Holga</span> images I kept seeing on Tara's website (Tara from Dixie Pixel) and I really wanted some of that as well. So I bought a 120N <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Holga</span> and I was thrilled until I realized how expensive film was and developing said film would be (the camera was not expensive). So, I sent back the 120 and I am going to purchase a different 35mm version later (I will surprise you with that soon.). I've done so much research and I love the look of the film. So I can't wait to purchase my new one soon.<br /><br />Also, I'm still in tatters about having 3 photographers. Well, theoretically I will have 4. We will have Nikki and her 2 assistants and Kristen following us around with lo-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">fi</span> disposable cameras and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Holga</span>.<br /><br />Obviously, this is important to me. I'm really getting excited that our wedding is about a month away. It's a month and 6 days to be exact.<br /><br />Want to see pictures... try searching <a href="http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&rls=com.microsoft%3A*&um=1&sa=1&q=holga+wedding&btnG=Search+images&aq=f&oq=&aqi=&start=0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">holga</span> wedding </a>in google images. Or you can always go to <a href="http://www.dixiepixelphoto.com/">Tara's website</a> and check out the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Holga</span> goodness.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986346876293335556.post-57220037891455806072009-11-10T09:26:00.002-05:002009-11-10T09:31:32.689-05:00One Month Funk and Good NewsOur wedding is next month. I'm excited, happy, thrilled that it will soon all come to a close. However, I am also in a funk. There are still many things that need to be accomplished and I can't bring myself to do them. I need to make my headband, get my dress altered (this one is more serious, but I am waiting for my undergarments to arrive), taste test the main dessert, completely do our programs (also waiting for our officiant to approve the ceremony) and do all these little things. I'm not sure why I can't bring myself to do them right now.<br /><br />BUT there is good news!!!<br /><br />I sent my photographer a packet of things (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">timelines</span>, pictures I had been drooling over since the beginning... etc) and she emailed me back.... and she is bringing a THIRD photographer with her. I'm really excited about this prospect. I'll tell you more about it later.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08681681887365228264noreply@blogger.com0