Weddingbee Blog

I woke up bright and early on the morning of the wedding and had to, as usual, shake Mr. S out of bed. After we ate a quiet breakfast, I kicked Mr. S out of our hotel room so that he could get ready in his brother’s room. I was expecting the girls shortly.

But first, I had about 45 minutes to myself, which was fabulous. I ran across the street to pick up some bottles of OJ and cheap champagne. And then, back in the hotel room, I poured myself a cup of coffee and relaxed, listening to music, relishing the last few minutes of quiet before everyone arrived. I changed into a robe, and posted this self-portrait to Facebook, with the caption “We’ll call this one ’before.’”

I arranged all of my accessories and other pretties on the table.

And soon enough, the girls showed up. I popped a bottle of champagne to mix mimosas.

Our fabulous makeup artist, Courtney, started on the girls’ faces…

And Mr. S’ sister-in-law, Emily, started on their hair.

I was last to go, so I sat around snapping photos and drinking mimosas out of a klassy paper cup.

While my mother demonstrated her yoga positions for some reason.

And then it was my turn to get purdy. First, Emily did my hair. As I was sitting in the chair in the bathroom, there was a knock at the hotel room door. It was one of Mr. S’ brothers with a delivery from my future husband: a beautiful bouquet of flowers! Mr. S is so not a flower person, so this just knocked me out!

My hair was done…

So Courtney started on my makeup. As she was doing it, the photographers showed up.

(All above images are personal photos. All images below from Morrissey Photo)

After my hair and makeup were done, I went into the bedroom of the suite and put my dress on myself. I came out to accessorize.

Necklace…

Earrings…

Shoes…

And, finally, the amazing headpiece that I borrowed from Ms. Stripes:

And I was a bride!

One quick zhuzh for my little sister…

And the girls were ready to go!

How did we get here?

• The Sloth Recaps Commence
• We have a nice rehearsal lunch
• And then we ate dinner at my mom’s.