Weddingbee

I just got back from a book release party at the Rainbow Room for Preston Bailey’s latest book, Inspirations. My geeky, hermit self met so many wedding celebrities, and I can’t wait to tell you about it all. But for now, here’s a pic:

Hmmm, I don’t know where he’s looking lol. He is such a sweetie! PS - the party will be featured on Entertainment Tonight tomorrow.

Evidently the scissor happy bride who cut her own hair on her wedding day, is indeed a fake. According to dlisted.com, the bride is an aspiring Canadian actress by the name of Jodi Behan. I’m so relieved. Aren’t you?

Mrs. Butterfly here.

I’ve decided to part with my veil. As much as I loved my veil and the way it made me look in pictures, I only wore it for the ceremony (a grand total of 30 minutes). It’s a two layer, ivory veil with ivory trimming along the bottom. It’s been tailored so that the two layers are evenly spaced apart throughout the entire bottom. Kinda hard to explain…but either way, it looks awesome.

That’s the only picture that I have right now which shows the veil on me. I can find some more pictures later if anyone is interested.

Anyway, if you want it, please just comment and tell me when your wedding is so that I can ship it out on time. I will be choosing a winner randomly! The deadline is this Sunday, February 4th, at midnight. Good luck!!

I just got my tiara. I love it. The second it came I wanted to wear it, but not having a comb attached I have to figure out another way to keep it on. When I finally get my veil I can see how they look together, but until then, it’s tiara time!

As I was telling Miss Bluebell about my tiara and plans to wear it around the house, I wondered, can I show Mr. Kiwi? He’s a bit of a traditionalist, in not wanting to see my dress (I have a dress!), but he’s also really into the supportive “tell her your opinion” thing.

Since it was our money I was spending on tiaras and veils, I figured I’d ask him if he thought I should get it. He vaguely said “sure.” I showed it to him online. He glanced at it and liked it, and told me that I should get it. His exact words? “Oh what the hell, get it!”

Photography has always been a big part of my life. I collect landscape photography, photography books and my dream job would be a photographer for National Geographic. I have not been without a camera in my purse since Jr. High and I document everything wherever I go. It drives my fiance nuts. I can hear his voice in my head right now saying, “Do you really need a picture of the food? Can I eat yet?”

I check about 10 different photographer’s blogs religiously, and about a dozen more when time permits. Needless to say, wedding photography was my priority and my splurge. I really had to do some convincing to get Mr. Hibiscus to accept the price tags that went along with my favorite photographers. Eventually, he caved but he’s pretty bipolar about the whole thing. One day he’s like, “I want you to have everything you want. You deserve the best. I’m glad you’re happy.” Then the next day he’s, “Why don’t we just get a Historian to document the day?” (sarcasm*sarcasm)

Now Mr. Hibiscus’s wedding priority was the DJ and an open bar. He wanted a good emcee that could keep the party moving and the alcohol free-flowing so guests are more likely to dance. Most people skimp on their DJ, which makes little sense since it’s the man (or woman) whom you are entrusting to keep your wedding going for 4+ hours. Most guests remember the DJ and how bad or good they were and not so much the color of your napkins. So, again, we splurged on the DJ.

If only we could win the lottery or get our stocks out of the gutter. What is your wedding splurge?

I’ve been ordering a lot of wedding-related things online, so I always get excited when I hear the mailroom carts swing by my area. I’ve been disappointed for the past few days, but today I scored two packages! YAY! So I thought I’d share my goodies.

#1 - My Eiffel Tower chocolate molds that I ordered off Amazon about 2.5 weeks ago. I seriously thought they got lost in the mail. Each mold is 4.5 inches long, longer than I thought, so I wonder how much chocolate I will have to buy to fill 200 of these babies.

I admit it. When we first started dating, sometimes we would change up which side of the bed we sleep on. Mr. Lily on the right, Miss Lily on the left. Miss Lily on the right, Mr. Lily on the left. But it has been many, many (many!) moons since we have swapped bed sides. I sleep on the left and I love the left. It’s my side. I know just how many paces I need to stumble to snooze in the morning, and have even carved out a nice little imprint of myself on that side of the bed. So when Mr. Lily laid down on my side of the bed last night and refused to move, I was aggravated to say the least.

Me: Noooooooooooooo. Gimme my side back!
Mr. L: Why? You can deal for one night, I want your side tonight.
Me: (as I try, unsuccessfully, to push Mr. Lily over) You’re going to ruin my sleep.
Mr. L: You’e loco.
Me: (as I try to squeeze my body flat underneath him and heave him over). Get over!
Mr. L: No (as he throws me to his side and uses his arms as a straight jacket to keep me there).

I swear I circled the bed 15 times trying to get him to move! I tried poking, proding, yelling, a fake tear or two. Finally, he agreed to move if I promised to let him have my side on Saturday night (which seemed better than ruining my weekday routine… and maybe he won’t remember? Doubtful!). Mr. Lily said he wants my side once a month. Um. Nope. My sleep patterns are honed to perfection on the left — why mess with that?