Wedding Blog

Hallmark Magazine recently published this little ritual from reader Judy Soman of New York: Since 1949, every time we have a family gathering we pull out a huge, cream-colored tablecloth and each person signs it. If something funny has happened, we write that down. When there’s a new baby, we might add the baby’s handprint. One year, my grandmother took my cousin and me to…

Excuse the ancient cup and saucer (it was either that or use my crazy hula-hoop woman mug, and I really didn’t want to send anyone into shock). After coming across a similar picture on the knot, we’re considering giving our guests our initials in chocolate as favors.

This was the first attempt, so the letter ‘B’ is not quite up to standards. The ones after this…

The other night my mum and I were looking at the wedding invitation and I had a little ‘oooooops’ moment: We messed up on the reception time! (How is this even possible? Please… don’t ask. I’m still kicking myself about it.)

So, I logged onto the Knot and yelled for Chad, a notoriously genius guy when it comes to all things proper and refined. He told…

Look! It’s a clutch (I love clutches!) and it’s brown (I love brown!) and it looks somewhat lacy (I love lacy things!)… and it’s only $22! And I would SO use this little baby after the wedding as well– yay!

Find more affordable clutches at www.amiciaccessories.com.

I hope my photographer doesn’t mind… I stole this picture from off of her blog. I’m going to show this pic when I go in for my trial.

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We keep going back and forth between favors. Well… I keep going back and forth. Mr. Broccoli doesnt seem to care whether or not we have favors. Actually, Mr. Broccoli seems to be pretty oblivious to most things involving this wedding. Just the other day he found out that we had a jr. bridesmaid.

“What jr. bridesmaid?”
“Hello? My little cousin?”
“What about her?”
“She’s a jr. bridesmaid.”
“Who’s a…

So, if we were to do this whole wedding thing over again…

Cocktail Hour:
Russian shish kabobs. They’re not like the ones pictured. Russian ones have loads of meat and no veggies (well, sometimes crazy people add onions…). These are not your itsy-bitsy, delicate little shish kabobs. These shish kabobs are BIG. The skewers are long. Little kids run around trying to poke each other’s eyes out…

I guess this might be something that you would hang in your apartment if your boyfriend were really, really slow.

I sure do love ebay…! Don’t you?

This is the deck outside of our venue (actually, this is the deck as viewed through a window. It felt like minus 30 last week with the wind and I really didn’t want to step outside. Not even for your benefit, dear readers).

This is where Mr. Broccoli and I will (hopefully) lead all of our little kiddie guests sometime during the reception and help them…

I think we may have found our mini-moon destination! A quaint little four guest-bedroom B&B in Camden, Maine. It’s still in town, but located on a quieter street (not that there will be much traffic there in April). The other plus is that the owners have avoided decorating the room in Victorian/Laura Ashley motifs—Mr. Broccoli despises both (and I have to admit, I get a…

My friend and bridesmaid Sara moved to Maine when she was 14 or so. She had been an army brat for years, and Maine was the first state in which she really began to feel at home. Unfortunately, while she was attending college in Florida, her father was reassigned to Vermont. She’s just finishing up her schooling now, and is planning to move back to…

There are going to a LOT of kiddies at our wedding. Consider this: Mr. Broccoli’s father has NINE brothers and sisters and all but a couple have 4+ kids. And let’s not forget the second cousins and their kids. No way! You say… Ha. I wish.

But really, it’s not that bad. Kids lend an air of fun to weddings, especially if you’re not set on…

Wow, I didn’t expect all that controversy to my Shhh! post. Thanks for all of your very different opinions! I’d like to think I’m above defending myself, but I’m not. Because I’m human and like most of the world, I enjoyed being loved more than I like being given the cold shoulder. So, please hear me out:

First off, Miss Mouse suggested that I tell my…

My father gave this necklace to my mother a few years ago. The little kid inside of me that drools over anything big and yellow loves it to pieces. The chain needs to be cleaned up some, but otherwise, everything about it is perfect. It looks nice with the sweetheart neckline of my dress, and brings in some of the yellow that I’ve included in…

A friend recently asked me if I was going to invite any coworkers to the wedding, to which I replied, “Of course not. How can I invite them if they don’t even know that I’m getting married?”

Why all the secrecy?

Well, I really wanted to avoid all the drama. I work with women. A number of women. A good percent of them have daughters older than…