Weddingbee Blog

Today I was looking at photographers’ blogs for some inspiration and I came across this photo, which almost made me laugh and cry at the same time.

{from Louisiana photographer Kevin Beasley}
How sweet and cute is that? Dad was so nervous about giving his little girl away, he had to write his one line on his hand…

We sort of met in high school. I knew who he was and he knew who I was, but we didn’t really meet until the summer before his freshman year in college when he was very persistent in talking me into going out with him. He was going away to school, you see. Far away. Well, he was going to Texas, but for a Mississippi girl, that seemed far enough. And I didn’t really want to get all emotionally involved just to have him leave. He was so cute and persuasive, though, (a glimpse of his future profession, perhaps) and it didn’t take very long for me to fall head over heels in love the way only a sixteen year old can. We were too young to keep up the romance at such huge distances, and so we eventually broke up. Since we’d grown up in the same small town, we kept tabs on one another through mutual friends. Every once in a while we’d call or e-mail, just to say hello and catch up.

Two years ago I came across an old number of his. We hadn’t spoken in years and I had no idea if the number would work. I called it anyway and much to my surprise a familiar voice answered the phone. He was working in Houston as a lawyer and single (YEAH!). BUT. He was planning to leave for a firm in … Mongolia! (BOO!) We did a lot of talking over the next few months, starting out slowly as friends, and I flew to Houston to see him and say goodbye in August 2005. When I got back home to Mississippi, we immediately made plans for me to go back to Texas for Labor Day weekend.

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I save everything. I still have notes passed in class from junior high. Cards, letters, tickets to movies, plays, concerts, they are all tucked safely away. When I send out an invitation, I like for it to be special and personal and I hope that, like me, the person I am inviting will keep it as a reminder of what a lovely day they spent with me. Problem is, I don’t think that most people are like me. I think that most people keep a wedding invitation next to their calender to remind them of the event. Afterwards, well, I think it’s either tossed or used as a scratch pad or a coaster and then tossed. It kills me to think of these little works of art in the garbage bin. So, no matter how beautiful, I simply cannot justify the expense of expensive invitations.

Lucky for me, I get my collector’s gene from my mother. Mama Donut has her wedding invitation in a beautiful silver frame that resides on her dresser. It’s an ivory paneled card engraved with nuptial script. Simple. Elegant. Timeless. In my quest for the perfect invite, I’ve seen beautiful, amazing invitations, but whenever I think of a wedding invitation, my mama’s is always the first one that springs to mind. Simple. Elegant. Timeless. It’s what I keep coming back to, so it’s what I’m going with.

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{The Donuts in Beijing.}

Greetings from Singapore!

I just want to say how excited and honored I am to be a bee! I’m still doing The Happy Dance around the apartment! I’ve been an avid reader since becoming a bride-to-be way back in January and I’m inspired daily by all the fabulous ladies here. Now I get to join in the fun!

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