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We’re counting down the days and starting to panic. So many things to iron out and finalize and… start and finish. Oops, I put too many projects off and I have to start them this week!
One of those emergencies was quickly fixed by the nice people over at Paper Monkey Press. We realized on Friday that our table numbers were only one sided, not two sided as we had wanted! So they let us go to their studio, drop them off, and we picked them up yesterday! It was a really fast turn around and we’ve been nothing but thrilled with the quality of the letterpressing. You don’t need to be a designer to work with them, you just have to follow their guidelines as on their website and they can make your own designs a paper-pressed reality!
menu, drink label, place card, directions, invite, horizontal sign, two sided table number, git tag, rsvp envelope and two sided rsvps
Between having a bridal brunch with my sister and some friends, walking out with a whole lot of anthropologie and a box of sweet tarts that I have been eating non stop for the past 2 days, a wedding on Sunday, and beating Blue Dragon in the evenings… we’ve been pretending that we’re not getting married and that we have nothing to do. So when we woke up this morning, we sadly went through our catering proposal to write up a list of questions so we were prepared for our Thursday call… tired and not at all interested in hearing about coffee bean options, I felt like a pile of uninspired, unmotivated goo…. until the doorbell rang.
Whenever I get a package in the mail that I forgot was coming, it makes me feel like I’m on top of things. So as I ran down the stairs (I was wearing pants for once) I got a few packages, and sadly, no rsvps. We’re missing about 1/3 of them, some of which I have found out are NOT coming… not the people, they are coming, but they are refusing to rsvp on principle. They don’t want to “conform to societal expectations.” I have a big middle finger to those people who think it’s above them to send a prepaid envelope with a check box back to me!!! See if I don’t poop on your plate and say “oooo well, someone should have checked fish and sent back the rsvp! no rsvp/no meal choice = poo for lunch!”
It’s a sensitive subject - but this is something that all girls have to think about before their wedding. The BC.
BC stands for two things for me, both of which are pretty much destroyers of my happiness.
1) Bloody C*nt. (thanks to a friend, who calls it this and I thought it was fitting)
Ok, so graphic and disgusting, but if we’re out and I’m feeling particularly crappy, I can turn to Mr. Gummi Bear and say I’m having “the BC” then I’m not telling the world “Hey everyone!!! I’m menstruating like crazy over here!!!!!”
I get mad pms bloating for about a week before my friend visits me, I gain about 1.5 inches all over and feel just disgusting until after it’s all over. I also get happy cramps that make me cry naked on the bathroom floor. Always naked, I don’t know, it just happens - my stomach cramps and my clothes all disintegrate. On top of this, I’m irregular.
The first being our invites, which still cause Mr. Gummi Bear to sigh audibly whenever I mention it… the second being the pillows, which I have pawned off on slaves. (amazingly, they are all done!) and the last…Our wedding favors. Oh yes, this will be the largest and worst project, mostly because it MUST be done on the day before. It’s going to take at least 3 people, and thankfully, we have two girls we’re bringing as slaves to help. We ordered 300 macarons, 100 of each flavor, from Miette Pattisserie, bought a lot of cello wrap, cut 600 pieces of 6″ ribbon, and 3 large cookie jars.
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I’ve become one of THOSE girls. Yes, we went to pick up the wedding ring and I put it on my finger… then off to have photos taken for appraisal, then on again because we were going shopping and I didn’t want to leave my ring in the car. Well, after ramming and pulling repeatedly, my knuckle was red and swollen, there was no hope of getting that little brat off my finger. Mr. GB, determined to keep me from wearing it before the wedding, conceded that my finger indeed looked like it was going to burst if I tried to remove it again and let me go about the rest of my day with it on.
But as expected, he has since forgotten I’m wearing it. So I’m just going to wear it and let him continue to think I took it off. He’s not so much for the details, so he won’t even notice unless someone outs me… and she will pay. (I assume it will be a she, but I swear to make whatever gender that crosses me pay equally.)
Early on we decided not to have matching rings - although we tried once or twice or find things that would match at least vaguely, we gave up. Instead, we opted to share a matching diamond. Just like Mr. GB’s pink hidden diamond, I also have a small pink diamond among the standard whites. It’s our little secret, just like his, right? No one will notice on their own, so unless you hive-goers are flappin’ your lips, it’s our secret pink bond.
It’s down to the last month of singlehood - time to get in those last minute flings and wild sex parties in!!
Honestly, though, I’m feeling half completely relaxed and half completely insane. How is that possible? Well, nothing is technically going wrong at this point, there are a few things to smooth out, a few things that haven’t arrived and vendors I haven’t heard from… and most of my rsvps are still in the void. We think the USPS has eaten them, as we know a few people sent theirs and they have yet to arrive. But it’s a kind of lull before the storm, I think. I can feel the winds a-blowin’ and the air is thick with the hurricane to come… or I could be misinterpreting my deep desire for a pair of bright wellies.
I know we’re going to be busy, so I’m trying to soak up my few fake moments of calm. I mean, frankly, the only thing that is completely done and finalized is the venue and the cake - so I should be working my little butt off to get everything done before the end of this month so I can focus on the things that are inevitably going to break and need attention in October. By this I mean, I’ve spent all week avoiding doing anything wedding related other than making lists of thing to do and instead, have been sitting on my ass eating a whole lot of candy.
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and a pony… with wings. Oh, and to wish for more wishes.
I’ve been told by pretty much every boyfriend + his family + all friends that it is a complete and utter waste of effort to try and shop for me. I spend my day looking at Japanese webstores and researching goods alternating between english and japanese. My tastes are indescribable and usually involve vintage goods on ebay or something only sold in one store in some random country that you have to special order.
I guess being asian, we always got that great envelope with a generic card that I am sure my non-english speaking grandmother did not choose, with some cash stuffed into it. Not to say she doesn’t love me and that I don’t appreciate the thought, but I think the wit and sarcasm on a hallmark card in a language she doesn’t understand is probably not something she can grasp.
Normally Mr. GB goes to get the mail when the post rings the bell because I have a tendency to only be half dressed at all times, but he was in the bathroom (haha, now the whole world knows you potty!) and so I threw a sweatshirt on and ran down the stairs. It was addressed to Mr. GB, and being the law abiding citizen and trusting girl that I am… I ripped that sucker open within seconds of it being placed in my hands. Before Mr. GB had come out, I was running into the living room with my treasures.
We, like the now Mrs. Plum (congratulations!), also purchased those little nests from William Sonoma. They were having a sale, so we snatched them up and bought a poop-ton. Actually W-S tried to screw us and told us we could not have them for the sale price in a little formal letter they sent us in the mail. Mr. GB called in a hurry and after being denied a bunch of times for the sale price we purchased the nests at, he was transferred to a supervisor and immediately given the correct price. While this was annoying, +1 for W-S customer service for giving us the advertised price with not too much nudging. I don’t know why, but I’ve come to expect the worst possible service from anyone these days. I feel abused.
In my search for the right wedding jewelry (I still haven’t thought about my ears in months, oh god) I at least found the perfect wrist adornment. I didn’t want a heavy weight on me, or anything that might be too eye catching - I want people to still look at my face! Then again, we are asking people to bring their psp/ds, so it might be a sea of wifi-mario kart and puzzle quest.
This is what I bought:
..how I wish I had illustrator instead of you. Actually, I do, somewhere, but I’m using photoshop for easy-peasy stuff like this.
Mr. GB and I are taking on the daunting task of wrapping our favors one by one. 300 macaroons each individually wrapped with cello paper, tied on either ends with ribbons, and a sticker to keep them closed. I know, everyone has said this is total insanity to attempt the day before the wedding, but I think we’ll survive. We have friends. We may NOT have friends after we force them into this for a full day of torture and callouses, but by then, the work will be done, so it’s ok if they hate us! All for the sake of cuteness am I willing to give up many friendships!
We have cut ribbon into 6″ strips, we have the cello wrap… uncut, but it will be! And now the stickers, this is the design I came up with:
Beyond being kinda cheesy and not particularly interesting, which is the best in terms of color?
We’ve finished up the designs for the table numbers (yay!) and found ourselves some cute pedestals to put the numbers in. 12 verticals and 4 horizontal… just in case! I imagine we’ll need them for something, and I’d rather be better prepared than scrambling to make something out of wire hanger and spray paint the night before.
I don’t even need to say anything about Rebecca Thuss’ Portfolio, it’s just amazing. So many of these images have been in Martha Stewart (the seasonal wedding bible, as we call it at our house). But the nice, large collection of them all together so I can rethink my entire wedding all over again and cry about the missed ideas and opportunities is wonderful! for me, not so much for Mr. GB who is wishing the internet went down until the wedding so I’d stop mourning over what I wish we had time to do.
Here are some of my favorites!
Everyone wants to know where we’re going on our honeymoon, but honestly, we haven’t planned one! Mr. GB will be starting a new contract on a game in fall, we have the house and animals to take care of… and we can’t think of anywhere we’d like to go in October or November! It gets cold, and Mr. GB and I are both bay area weather wimps. What do you MEAN it gets under 50 and over 80? What kind of madness is this!?
And I’m not sure why, but people keep suggesting or assuming it’ll be Japan. I used to live there and I go regularly for work and visiting friends, I can’t think of it as an exotic location to take a trip! I want to use my honeymoon as an excuse to go somewhere I haven’t been and probably won’t go again for a while, if ever… hopefully not because I got sick and hated it. I have a fragile stomach, I can just see myself locked in a toilet in some foreign land cursing the lack of nice toilet paper. But seriously, Japan, what’s with the one-ply wax paper you use in the toilet?
After the previous experiences of good baker, not so good cake… and good cake, not so good baker… we ended up find a good baker and a good cake. We were so relieved to find SOMEONE who was neither mean nor dry (hoho!) that we were almost not going to go to the next interview. Almost.
Thank god we did! The cake was amazing, and we haven’t figured out exactly the deal, but it seems that she makes the cake in her own home and that she just likes to make wedding cakes. That’s it. She enjoys making wedding cakes - and so they are not only AMAZING but there is that kind of homemade love in it. No bakery, no staff, just someone happy to make cakes for couples. 
We love her, and her home, and had our last meeting with her last week. The best part… she’s $700 LESS than the lowest quote we received. So I’m getting two flavors of the best wedding cake we tried for 1/3 the price anyone else offered us!!! I’m tempted to get a whole lot more cake to gorge myself on after the wedding.. not that I haven’t been eating ice cream cake every day for the past week. My arteries are crying right now. And possibly my thighs.
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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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