Weddingbee Blog

I think I collected advice on how to make my wedding go smoothly for years before I ever got married. I didn’t have a lot of insight on who I would marry or what our wedding would be like, but I was determined that as few things would go wrong as possible.

Time passed, of course, and, before I knew it, it was last year and time for Mr. DD and me to have our wedding. And, well, I got my wish—not very many things went wrong at all. The things, after all, were just things, and we could control them. The people were a different story altogether.

I already wrote about the people who acted badly at our wedding, but I kind of oversimplified what happened. It wasn’t just during our wedding that they acted badly. They acted badly leading up to the wedding, too. The closer the wedding got, the worse they acted. They weren’t the only ones, either. Let’s just say that we found it to be very true what they say about weddings bringing out the crazy in everyone. Very, very true.
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Since I put all my emotions on the line in my last post, I thought that maybe we could move on to something a little bit lighter.

Bollywood.

You know, the Hindi-language movie industry based in Mumbai, India? (And not to be confused with Tollywood or Kollywood.)

Okay, so maybe that’s not what you expected me to say, but I’m a big fan of Bollywood movies. There’s something completely escapist about them that sucks me in. Um, yes, I think I did just admit to having my head in the clouds. Clearly my dad has been right about me all these years…

But seriously—lavish sets and outfits, lots of drama, and a whole host of song and dance routines. What’s not to like?

Plus, a lot of Bollywood movies have a wedding or two in them.

Ah, now I have your attention.
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And maybe it’s time to get a little bit personal.

I think I need some help remembering that my wedding was a happy occasion.

Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’m happy I got married. I’m happy about the life I have with Mr. DD. And I’m pretty happy about the wedding itself too–about how things went, about how we got to catch up with people we never get to see, about how my niece and nephew got to meet their great-grandparents for the first time, about how awesome it felt to say my wedding vows in front of our friends and family.

But I’m really unhappy about how several people acted during the wedding. Actually, unhappy is an understatement. We still haven’t quite figured out what to say to them. And, yes, you’re correct—our wedding was six months ago.

I guess what I really feel is sad and insecure and self-conscious.
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Now that I’ve shamelessly milked you for your music suggestions for our wedding video, I thought it was only fair that I returned the favor and posted the playlist and do-not-play list that Mr. DD and I used for our wedding.

This is when you start to realize just how big of a procrastinator I really am.

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You see, although I started thinking about a playlist early on, it seemed kind of complicated.
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The nine months that Mr. DD and I were engaged were quite the time of transition for me. For one thing, I had a few identity-related issues surrounding getting married that I needed to deal with.

But I thought I was done with transitioning by the time our wedding day rolled around. Marriage wasn’t really supposed to change anything, right? Weren’t we already in a committed relationship? Wasn’t marriage just a public declaration of things we had already said in private and had felt for a long time?

Yeah, as with all things wedding, things didn’t really turn out that way.

We got married, and sometimes I am just dumbfounded by how that changed things for me. Maybe it was the amazing experience of saying our vows in front of our family and friends, maybe it was the extraordinary effort it seemed to take to get there, but things really do feel different post-wedding. I feel more of a lot of things. More connected. More permanent. More of a team. And it’s not that we weren’t any of those things before the wedding. It’s not that our relationship meant less to me. But we’re a family unit now, and that’s something we chose to be. It’s thrilling and confusing all at the same time. I loved our relationship before, but I love it more now.
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Don’t tell my mom I admitted this, but I totally have a habit of biting off waaaay more than I can chew.

And this is how I found myself knee-deep in a food favor making project less than a week before our  wedding.

Honestly, I don’t think I ever considered not having homemade sweets as favors. It was the one thing I was never indecisive about. Okay, maybe that’s not so surprising. I did fall in love with sweets (both making them and eating them) years before I fell in love with Mr. DD. And falling out of love with them would be quite similar to falling out of love with him—just not possible. What better way to share this love of mine with our guests than through our favors?

So, homemade sweet favors it was. But that didn’t solve the problem of what exactly to make. Yes, you guessed it; here’s where my indecision took over again.

The first thing I thought of making were these homemade marshmallow peeps (and it looks like Miss Parfait thought about this, too!):

(Source: Twig & Thistle)

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So you might remember that I was really conflicted about my wedding dress. On one hand, it was exactly what I wanted in a dress, and, on the other hand, it put a little more cleavage on display than I wanted it to.

Okay, so you totally don’t remember, but here are a few posts to get you up to speed: Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3. And here’s me trying on the dress (in a larger size than I actually purchased) picture:

Because I felt so conflicted, I stuffed the dress into a closet right after I got it… and I waited. I waited until it was pretty much too late to get another dress. Maybe I was trying to tell myself that I wanted to wear the one I already had?
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I spent a lot of time thinking about music before our wedding. The ceremony music alone took up, oh, a good couple of months of thought process. Our rehearsal dinner required its own fairly lengthy soundtrack. And then there was the playlist and do not play list. Um, yeah, I thought about those for so long that I was frantically finalizing those the morning before the wedding. Whoops.

Needless to say, I was relieved after the wedding. I was finally done thinking about all that wedding-related music… or was I?

Dun dun dun. (Or however you crazy kids are indicating melodramatic music these days.)

It seems that we need some music for our wedding video. Well, specifically, our videographer would like us to pick out a song for the highlight/recap section at the end of video. I’d also like to give him some Bollywood tunes to use for the more Indian portions of our wedding.
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Yup. That’s me. Mrs. Dew Drop, wedding blogging procrastinator extraordinaire.

But a little sympathy, please—it’s kind of tough taking this big, emotional, life-altering event and reducing it all to writing. It’s been almost two months after the wedding, and I’m still not sure what to say.

You see, I really wish I could tell you that the lead up to the wedding was perfect. Or at least pretty good. Instead, I spent the couple of weeks before the wedding feeling like an absolute train wreck. I was terrified that we had chosen the wrong wedding to have. Maybe we had compromised too much. Maybe we wanted something else all together.

But turning back seemed impossible, and before I could blink, it was time to get married to my favorite person in the world and, strangely enough, people kept telling me I was the calmest bride they’d ever seen. Trust me, I’m still mystified by that.

Besides, if all’s well that ends well, then I have nothing to complain about. The wedding itself turned out beautifully. Nobody cared about the couple of details we dropped at the last minute. Everyone who attended claimed they had a wonderful time.

And now Mr. DD and I get to live happily ever after. How cool is that??
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So, say you have some wrapping paper, like so:

And you are wondering what to do with it.

You should probably acquire some small black frames from Target:
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Mr. DD’s favorite food is cheese, and mine is ice cream.

Yes, we’re very pro-dairy around the Dew Drop household.

Clearly we needed to incorporate our love of dairy products into our wedding. But how? We briefly considered just tying a cow outside the venue door, but, of course, I was concerned about the cow clashing with our theme and colors. It’s wrong to paint a cow turquoise and gold, right? Not to mention difficult to get the cow to stay still…

Yummy cheese! (Source)

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A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away…

Okay, it wasn’t really like that. Let me start over.

Not too long ago while slouched over on the sectional in the living room, I decided to get my act together and figure out what kind of flowers I wanted for the wedding. Well, I already knew I wanted ruffly flowers, but that was about it. I briefly considered finding a clairvoyant florist, but figured it would be easier to put a little more thought into it. I didn’t really want to.

I’ve been worried about flowers since I got engaged. I know next to nothing about flowers. Maybe even less than nothing about flowers. No one I dated before Mr. DD ever really brought me flowers. Clearly I should have been dating more flower-conscious types.

But seriously–billy buttons, anemones, chocolate cosmos? What are those?? And why did it seem so time-consuming to try to figure it out? Rather, I am known for researching things to death. When you’re running out of planning time, this doesn’t quite work out. But what’s a wedding without flowers?

So I spent a couple of hours communing with flower pictures on the internet, and here’s what I came up with:
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Remember where we left off in my wedding dress story?

I had bought a dress that I thought I wanted, and I was left waiting it for it to come in. Yeah, the dress was a little lower at the neckline than I preferred, but I convinced myself that this would be less of an issue in a dress that fit me properly. (The sample dress was a size too big.)

But I can’t say I didn’t have second thoughts. Of course I had second thoughts. I had second thoughts and third thoughts and fourth thoughts and, yes, even fifth thoughts. I kept thinking about that dress and whether it would be what I wanted it to be. You can say I was obsessed.

Go on, say it.

Mr. DD (clearly the sane one in our relationship) told me I should wait until the dress came in to freak out about it. I tried to listen to him, but mostly I just freaked out in private.

And then the dress arrived…
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Back in April, I paid a visit to sunny (but decidedly not hypoallergenic) Coppell, Texas. I was there paying a spur of the moment visit to my flower girl Z (and, okay, the rest of her family, too). Z was very anxious to talk to me about what her “little dress” would look like. She thought it should have butterflies on it.

I wasn’t quite sure of my ability to find a flower girl dress with butterflies on it, so I convinced her that petals were just as good. Luckily, this was not too difficult. I just had to show her the dress I was talking about.

This one:

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Everything was going my way—cute dress, approval from almost four-year-old, etc., etc.—until I tried to buy the dress. The store didn’t carry it anymore!
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This is a story about the importance of paper.

There was an invitation I liked:

I saw it on a website. I ordered a sample. It seemed to take a while, but one day it arrived in the mail. I liked the look of it in person, the feel of the raised lettering. I showed it to Mr. DD. He held it in his hands and looked at me.
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