

It’s Friday. Everyone should laugh on Friday. And every bride should dance to Billy Idol at her wedding. With her father.
(thanks to reader Loretta for this!)
It seems that lately, there have been some requests for fun bridal shower games. Ever the public servant, I hereby submit Miss Lovebug’s Bridal Shower Mad Lib. Yes, you can buy entire books of these online. But mine is free! Born of my own, twisted imagination!
If you’re feeling Puritanical, wait until it passes. It’s best to think badly, very badly.
WORDS NEEDED:
1. bride’s name
2. adjective
3. adjective
4. famous singer
5. groom’s name
6. adjective
7. verb ending in -ing
8. bride’s name
9. body part
10. animal
11. man’s article of clothing Read more…

You know how fantastic it feels to get your hair done? And you know how exciting it is to buy jewelry? How about how much fun it is to hang out with your girlfriends and gossip?
Combine those three things, and you have an accessories trunk show.
Last weekend, I grabbed 75% of bridesmaids (the last quarter being in Vegas with a bunch of guy friends, the little tart) and headed up to Scottsdale for one of these delightful events. The place: Destiny’s Bride at the Borgata, where I bought my dress.
It’s a very pretty shop, built in imitation of an atelier. Downstairs is the entrance and regular evening wear. Upstairs, racks of wedding gowns flow from one room to the next, flooded with natural light. The best part, however, is the “runway”: two raised, round platforms, perfect for twirling, turning, oohing and ahhing, each set in front of an enormous framed, gilt mirror.
A rack of eat-your-heart-out designer dresses:
Greetings, fellow hivers!
Thanks to everyone who responded to our call for applications last month. We’ve had a blast reading blogs from all over the map; we even had one applicant from Sweden!
Naturally, we’re buzzed about our latest additions, Miss Tomato and Miss Bell Pepper. And we’re not done yet; with so many bees graduating to Mrs.-dom this summer, we’ll be adding new brides-to-be very soon.
So, if you haven’t applied already and would like to, here’s a peek at the characters still available:

I like the radish, myself. Read more…
10. They can cost as much as a gently used ‘02 Honda Civic.
9. They’re branded like any other consumer good; names like “Camelot” and “Camilla” have all sorts of connotations and make you want to buy them because they sound so beautiful.
8. They tour the country like rock stars, and you have to make appointments to see them. If you show up without an appointment, you are dismissed sternly, like a child without her math homework.
7. Pictures of them online are kept intentionally miniscule to prevent reproduction (Is this really necessary? Is this a country full of Vera Wang wannabes who can even DO such a thing??)
6. Once used, they are like GOLD on eBay. Forget Star Wars collectibles, forget stamps. I’m putting my money in gown futures.
5. They’re apparently possessed of their own will, and can make you have to rethink your entire freakin’ wedding. Read more…
Hello from hive headquarters!
As part of our never-ending quest to inform, advise, and entertain, we’ve decided to add a new feature to Weddingbee: guest photographer posts!
We regularly receive requests from professional shutterbugs offering to contribute tips, stories, info, and photos to the site. We think this will be a great way to get insight from the vendor’s perspective, not to mention see some beautiful, inspiring photography.
If you’re a professional photographer and you’d like to contribute to Weddingbee, see the guidelines here. And if you’re a Weddingbee reader, just sit back and enjoy!
Everyone can go ahead and exhale, because my cliffhanger post from a few days ago shall be concluded forthwith.
Wait, why am I being greeted with blank stares? What, you don’t hang on my every update? Note to self–reevaluate notions of self-importance.
Anyway, as I explained earlier, time constraints originally forced me to resign myself to the impossibility of a designer or custom-made gown. Still, the pre-made J. Crew dress I found was (and is!) lovely, and I was perfectly content with it:
It could just be that I’ve been watching too much Discovery Channel, but lately, I’ve got survival on my mind. As in, can I survive not serving lobster at the reception? And, will my bridesmaids survive a day in kitten heel shoes? (Clearly, “survival” is a matter of perspective–as in, that which I’ve lost.)
And now I can get my survival fix in a whole new way:


I received an email from my florist the other day, and she made an interesting suggestion: instead of tossing my bouquet blindly over my shoulder to a gaggle of lunging bridesmaids, why don’t I offer it as a gift to the woman in attendance who’s been married the longest?And I thought to myself, what a spectacular idea! What a beautiful gesture and acknowledgement of all that matters on my wedding day: love, commitment, fidelity.
And what a surefire way to invite the wrath of my female attendants.
And actually, who could blame them? I know in weddings I’ve been to, that’s always a crowd favorite…who doesn’t love a full-contact sport fueled by champagne? And more than that–it’s one of those iconic moments in a wedding that I don’t want my photo albums missing.