Weddingbee Blog

After getting our hair did (yes, I realize that is grammatically incorrect), my bridesmaids and I took a quick stroll to my hotel room at Sofitel Philadelphia, where we got dressed and ready to head off to the museum. The shot above is of me failing to tie a bow properly—the only way I know how to tie a bow is by doing it the old school way and “pulling the rabbit ears through the hole”. Luckily, my bridesmaids were much more savvy in the bow-tying department. We even ran short on the brown ribbon my gals wore, which I was fairly oblivious to at the time, but my maid of honor improvised by doing a cute cross-over sash on her dress.

Did I mention how much I loved our swanky room at the Sofitel? The curtains were even blue and brown, which totally matched our wedding colors.

This is my “I can’t tie a bow for shit, but I am still gosh darn excited to be getting married!” grin.

The little hook on the side of my dress was physically impossible for me to get to without turning into a human pretzel, but luckily one of my sweet thangs came over to save the day. She even tied my bow for me to make it look a lot less pathetic and droopy. I think this photo would be great for a “Sure” deodorant ad (no worries, I was totally deodorized)!

This was the moment where my anxiety and lack of sleep finally kicked in, and I started to get all jittery and worried that I was going to forget something on the trip to the museum, or that somehow I suddenly wasn’t wearing underwear. Probably not the most rational fear to have…

Ah yes, my lip gloss addiction was in full force that day. Did I mention that the woman who did my nails at the salon the day before visibly cringed at me when I requested a slightly sparkly dark brown for my manicure? Oh well…French manicures with rhinestone decals just never did it for me. I’d like to point out the giant Dunkin’ Donuts box in the background. I’m pretty sure I had two Halloween-themed donuts that morning. And by pretty sure, I mean positive, but too embarrassed to fully admit to it. I totally should’ve microwaved the donuts, Tina Fey-style. That would’ve been classssssy.

I love this photo of Mr. Candy Corn’s stepsister getting her makeup done by another bridesmaid. The lighting and curtains are so soft and it definitely captures the calm before the storm nicely.

I am so lucky to have had such rockin’ bridesmaids. I’ve watched enough Women’s Entertainment wedding marathons to know that a lot of brides make a big fuss about covering up tattoos and taking out piercings, but I loved being able to see my friend’s tattoos peeking out. I asked each of them to wear a brooch of their choice on their brown ribbons—it was interesting to hear the stories of why each bridesmaid chose her brooch and where she got it. Some of the brooches were passed down from family members long gone, others were borrowed from friends.

In addition to being addicted to lip gloss, I am also obsessed with fresh breath. I probably should have thought to brush my teeth before putting on my wedding dress, but I managed to walk away from the scene of the fashion crime without a drop of Colgate on me.

I’ve never been one to have dry elbows, but I was pretty convinced that if I didn’t moisturize right before leaving, I would end up at our wedding venue with all sorts of ashy body parts (I blame prior wedding nightmares for this).

More proof that I like food way too much: I made my mother bring me Middleswarth bar-b-q chips to the hotel from my hometown in Harrisburg. These chips are better than crack (not that I’d know) and they don’t sell them in Philadelphia, so I was desperate to get my nearly-married hands on some. Honestly, if I could have registered for these chips instead of kitchen electrics and cookware, I totally would’ve. No shame!

It was wonderful to finally be able to see the “look” of my bridal party come together. Everyone was darling (not that they aren’t normally super fabulous!) and I was so excited to have them as a huge part of our special day!

It’s a bit of an overwhelming feeling having all of the women who have shaped your life in one room (apart from the moms, grandma, and sister-in-law who were getting ready in their rooms!), but it was definitely a good brand of overwhelming. I’ve never felt as unbelievably loved or at home as I did on our wedding day. It seriously made me want to hug homeless people, sponsor a child in Africa and donate to that way-too-sad Sarah McLachlan ASPCA commercial all in one swift ninja-like move. My dad even lectured me the day before because I was chipperly (pretend that’s a word) emptying the contents of my already-way-too-slim wallet onto the lap of the homeless man I passed on the way to the dog park every morning. Come on dad, homeless folks need hash browns too. How did this turn into a tangent about food again? Le sigh.

I should seriously start having a contest to see how many times you guys can spot bosom grabbing/poking throughout my recap posts.

Anyway, enough talk about my candy cantaloupes! Next up: The girls hitch a ride in a limo!

All photos by the lovely Laura Kicey.

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Our Candy Corny Lovefest: Our Rehearsal Dinner (The Last Supper As A Single Lady!)
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