Weddingbee Blog

There’s a lot that goes into a wedding. And then, there’s a lot that comes out of it. You know what I’m talking about: the stuff in the wedding binder and everything you fretted over, lovingly crafted, or stored awkwardly in closets and corners until go time. What do you keep, how do you decide, and where does it go?

So come play in my neurosis, as I try holding on to meaningful things, yet stay off the hoarders show.

Personal pic

So, a lot of mine is right here on the floor. I thought it would be nice to keep wedding things together, but only if it wasn’t too “Welcome to my home, THIS IS THE WEDDING STUFF.”

Speaking of hoarders, my advice is to recycle all of your contracts and receipts. I could not trash that stuff soon enough and it felt so good.

The vessels are Bordeaux boxes used in a friend’s wine-country wedding centerpieces. She passed a couple to us for a card box and program box. Now, they hold some of our favorite wedding-related tangibles, cards from guests, and extra programs, STDs, and invites. Reuse, recycle.

A burgundy book you can’t really see is a huge scrapbook. My girls documented all our pre-wedding events, similar to what me and Bridesmaid AM did for Bridesmaid AR’s wedding. The green one’s the honeymoon scrapbook I was hell-bent on finishing ASAP. The official wedding album and the guestbook with all the photo booth photos live here, too.

Oh, so the programs:

Shining on the day of. Pic, not my shoddy Photoshop, by Ashley Forrette. (Srsly, WTF on the Photoshop.)

Three pics above by Right Angle Images. Programs designed by Good on Paper, with meticulous hole-poking and ribbon-tying by me and mister.

I don’t know what we’d ever do with the rest of the programs or invites, but I cannot fathom throwing them away. Especially with this story of us printed on the back:

Guest pic.

So, I have a bunch of these if anyone wants one. Really, though.

Personal pic.

The specials: handmade rehearsal-dinner bouquet, salvaged bouquet blooms (the rest of it molded bigtime in our humid apartment), bachelorette and shower goodies, my veil, and my hairpiece. His vows and the flower dog’s outfit live in there, too. Now that I consider it all together, it looks like I killed a very well-coiffed bird(s) and then stuffed everything in a box.

Personal pic.

Remember these up top?

Pic by Right Angle Images

You have to test the cutout concept, right? This is us, during our re-shoot, with a prototype. This enormous pic of my head is rolled up in a cylinder with our seating chart.

Pic by Ashley Forrette

We thought we lost this forever, but Bridesmaid JB nabbed it after the wedding. It enjoys a break from the spotlight behind a shelving rack. I don’t know if you can tell, but it is ridonk large.

Personal pic.

You don’t get rid of life-size cutouts, no matter how many feet (one) they lost at your wedding.

Personal pic.

This is where it’s been for nearly nine months, functioning as accidental interior decor. I want to do a wedding-dress pub crawl, so that’s a nifty excuse for not cleaning it. I know I probably won’t sell it; since I had pretty major alterations done (details here), I’m feeling especially attached. But I found a spider in it the other day (uggggh), so I might invest in a box.

However many your own tangibles are, you will surely enjoy them forever. I guess if you’re looking for hard evidence of your wedding day, it boils down to this and any framed photos. But I hope that doesn’t make you sad. Love your stuff, and love your untouchables even more.

On that note, this is my final wedding recap, the final enchilada (mixed metaphor?) with the Taco Supreme header. Since I was introduced last March, my wedding and marriage anticipation was all I blogged about here. But now’s a good time to move on to more married-lady topics. So, no tissues just yet, as I have a couple more blatherings and some Mediterranean honeymoon recaps after that. And please, indulge me and tell me what you kept, what you tossed, and where you put it all.

Catch up on the rest of the Tacos’ Supreme journey:

• No, really, how much did it cost.
• The professional album good enough to smell.
• <3 + 1
• Things that went “wrong” and petting the sweaty.
• After the party is the after party.
• Little things from a big day.
• Po-po-po-poker face po-po-poker face.
• Journey should have been at my wedding.
• DIET STARTS MONDAY.
• Wedding peeps make like Gaga and Just Dance.
• The formal-group-portraits thing
• The nice, naughty, and cardboard among us enjoy the photo booth.
• Introduction to the Snot Wall during toasts. Then we commemorate our real love with “Real Love.”
• Led Zeppelin and The Beatles kick off a rockin’ buffet dinner hour.
• Cocktail hour, just-us time with the photographers, and life-size cutouts, you say?
• Ceremony: “comedy hour,” not falling, and a snub-nosed flower girl.
• First look, bridal-party wanders around Civic Center.
• Official start of recaps, as we get ready for showtime with sandwiches and mimosas.
• Best of the Phone Cameras, some of the first pics we actually saw.
• Early lessons learned, two weeks into Mrs.