Weddingbee
It’s been a really long time since I’ve posted, but I swear I have something relevant to post about.
Something you may or may not know is that during the entire 18 months that we planned our wedding, (we planned for a hella* long time) Mr. GB was unemployed. I have mentioned that he did as much planning as I did, he was at every meeting, did every craft with me, and was actually the point of contact for all our vendors. Well, he had no freakin’ excuse not to be there because he didn’t have anywhere else to be! But seeing as our wedding was no longer able to rely on Mr. GB having any regular income, we blew our budget on buying our home (and decorating, because I can’t stop myself) and our wedding.
That meant no honeymoon. Instead, we went on our minimoon to Tokyo to visit friends, get a post-nuptial puppy**, and eat. Mainly eat. Eat things to make me gain the pounds that I’m supposed to gain over the next 40 years of marriage in about a week. No point in hiding what Mr. GB would have to lie next to for the rest of his life; I’ll all about ruing the mystique early. Like peeing with the door open, I generally do that within a week of dating someone… usually when they’re brushing their teeth and can’t escape. I know, I’m so romantic.
People seemed to pity us and kept telling us they felt bad we weren’t going on a honeymoon. They felt terrible asking where we were going, only to find out we weren’t going anywhere. We got a lot of those, “Oh…. but… you’ll have PLENTY of time later!” comments trying to throw out a ladder of sunshine from the deep ditch they felt they had fallen into.
Honestly, I can’t imagine having done it any other way.
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And the engraving, right… This photo is older but my ring has been so abused and dinged up that it looked awful. I guess I could Photoshop a new one in the future, but for now, this is all I have!
Our anniversary came and went. Actually, we lived it twice as we were on a plane and flew back in time. A perfect anniversary, spent in airports, mid-air, and then jet lagged… we are truly a romantic couple, as I wore yoga pants and the ugliest, but most comfortable, most likely dirty shirt I could find for our 9-hour flight. I’m just that sexy, it shines through the stench. This was a precursor to the permanent state of comfy clothing and unshowered wife that he would come home to every day.
We still have a lot of wedding stuff just lying about the house, in drawers, under and in the credenza, in the garage… it’s there to remind me of our perfect day, not at all because I’m disgustingly lazy. So lazy, that we didn’t actually get our one-year cake until last Saturday. It’s only a little bit over two months late.
We opted not to save some of our cake since it would take up precious space that would normally go to freezer-burned chicken, fish sticks, and frozen pizza. That, and my sister told me the heartwarming story where she had our mother save her cake topper, but found out that it was lovingly eaten by my father the next morning with some coffee. Thankfully, Nora, our baker, offers to make couples a 1-year anniversary cake, which we gladly accepted. Of course it was lovely, particularly after we ate some tasty leftover lasagna that some friends had brought over. A fitting meal for our late anniversary, I think.
There is no way to say this delicately, but it has to be said.
I wanted to have all my hair ripped off pre-wedding. Yes, all of it. I wanted to be smooth and aerodynamic, so that should I need to fly or swim faster than someone else, I would have an edge.
if challenged to a slip ’n slide contest, I’d totally rock you
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Despite the rain the day before, it actually turned out to be a gorgeous, cloudless day .. and we had to break out the parasols and fans for everyone!
Yea, I know, I spend too much time looking at their website. But if you’re looking for the perfect bridal set, just something for your honeymoon… or because you are narcissistic and want to look at yourself in the mirror in hot lingerie, check out Agent Provocateur’s Online Sale!
I really think they should be sending me kick-backs at this point.
I’ve been trying to ignore it, but it’s impossible.
I knew this would happen…. I’m obsessed with wedding planning.
Admittedly, I was the one who adamantly did NOT want to have a wedding, being forced to have an intervention from Mr. GB and my mother about how I HAD to have one or I’d regret it… I knew why. Because if I let myself start looking, I’d never be able to let go. I can’t stop myself from staring at wedding websites, blogs, photographer links, beautiful designs and thinking how I could integrate that into a gorgeous wedding. Dreaming up DIY projects and thinking up themes that are different and interesting only to look down at my left hand and think “dammit, I’m already married. $(#)!@#!!”
I do have a friend who is getting married next year and doesn’t want to plan it, so I’m getting my planning fix vicariously through her… but after that? All my friends are married or not getting married in the near future. Where will I get my next fix? I need a wedding-dealer, I imagine some shady alley where a couple passes me an envelope of cash for me to call vendors and send them swatches.
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…a complete list of our vendors, but nothing makes me more nervous than actually writing a review. I have no problem with self-deprecation, but if I have to say anything negative, I get all red and flustered and just run. So I’ll say the good, hint to anything that was… not so good, and hope that since our wedding was so long ago, that all our vendors may have turned into dust and washed away. After the months I’ve been gone, I imagine you all thought I turned into dust… but no, I’m here with my vendor list!
I’m going to sort these in an order that may only make sense to me, so part one: The stuff that was so big, they came into my brain first.
A close friend of mine is getting married today, so I wanted to throw her a mini-bachelorette-party. It was an all day affair, but I won’t go into the list of things we did that may not interest anyone, and if it does, you can always ask. That is, if I don’t disappear off the face of the earth again…
My obsession with turning everyone I know, with boobs and without, onto Agent Provocateur led me to give them a call about having all the girls go and try on things, and pitch in for our friend’s bridal set. I would have settled for a just letting them know they were going to be invaded, but what we got was so much better I had to share.
It’s true, I do. I’m starting to look like golem and my skin is getting translucent from lack of exposure. I’m expecting to start de-evolving and crawl back into the water, and if I’m lucky, I’ll turn into this.
I love these things
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Mrs. Gummi Bear
Mrs. Gummi Bear, San Francisco
Age and Occupation: 25, Japanese Importer/Illustrator
Fiance's Age and Occupation: 24, Game Developer/Programmer
Engagement Date: April 15, 2006
Wedding Date: October 13, 2007
Blogging Since: June 19, 2007
Venue: Organic farm an hour from San Francisco
About Me: I live for anthropologie, design blogs, sweets, japanese zakka, and vintage goods. We just bought our first home together and live with our two puppies and cat - it's a strange mixture of vintage, high-tech (we have 7 computers and 21 video game systems in all), and a whole lot of fur. Our wedding tries to embody the Japanese idea of "slow life", which is truly taking the time to enjoy food, company, and your environment!
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