Weddingbee Blog

At my bridal shower there were the cutest, yummiest favors: white chocolate covered oreos with our initials on them. Granted, I like white chocolate and I luv oreos, so you do the math. Somehow I ended up with about 5 favors and let me tell you, they didn’t last long. They are all currently in my tummy. The favors were from FavorZ — they specialize in chocolate covered oreos with a million+ designs. Here are mine:

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Alright, ladies, you all helped me come up with ideas for my welcome baskets… here is the (almost) finished product (my Dad later wrapped with cellophane and tied with a teal satin ribbon– you can kind of see one to the right of the red chair):

This picture does not do the baskets justice since it’s not a close up, but I was seriously sleep deprived and amazed I even remembered to take this snap!

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My invites are so awesome, the photos below just don’t do them justice. I scanned them in, but then I realized that I don’t have any photo software on my computer so I had to mark out our names and addresses in power point. I hope you guys get the idea. The paper was really soft, like it had cotton in it, but nice and stiff so it didn’t flop around (good paper is the best). The pressing itself was very deep and just PERFECT. The credit for the design goes to Mr. Lily! My boy’s got skills!

Here is the invitation itself. Sorry about the blacking out of details. I know it detracts, but I am a paranoid flower. Also, our names were leterpressed in teal. Much prettier than my substitute!

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Update: Oops I meant tying “bows” not “boys!”

I’m back from AZ and boy am I exhausted. This was my very last trip before the wedding so there are 1 billion+ things to do. And… my Mom’s friends threw me a lovely bridal shower! Below is my bouquet of ribbons from all the presents — I plan to use it at my rehearsal!

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Miss Emerald blogged about wanting to rent linens to dress up her tables. I too decided to rent linens since our reception ballroom needed the extra color. A place I looked into, but decided against using because they did not have the color I wanted, is Beyond Elegance.

They mail linens anywhere (as far as I can tell) and their prices are very good. For organza overlays that are 72×72 they charge $9. Smaller ones are $5, but they have a lot less colors in the smaller size. I can’t vouch for their service, but I did e-mail someone who used them and they seemed happy with the service. Hope this helps someone!

I have my work cut out for me next week! I will be flying the friendly skys to Arizona for my bridal shower, and for anything and everything that needs to be done before the wedding. This is my last trip home so I know it will be crazy hectic.

One of the major items on my “to do” list is to put together the gift baskets for those staying at the hotel. When I was home in December, I bought 60 baskets at a decoratorer’s wholesale warehouse. Now it’s time to fill them! I bought my first item today - Power Bar Nut Naturals in Fruit and Nut.

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It took me 5 hours to check the addresses on all the envelopes, write numbers on the back of my RSVP cards and note them with a guest’s name, stuff, seal, and stamp all of my invitations. Seriously, do I work like a turtle or what? I really don’t know why it took me so long, but who cares now, they are DONE!

Well, all but the 12 that had mis-spelled names or wrong addresses. Not too shabby if I do say so myself. I even went to the post office and hand canceled them myself (um, not included in the 5 hours estimate, that added another hour at least!). The part that took the longest at the post office was waiting in line. Stamping them was a whiz. Woo-hoo. It feels so good to get those things out of my apartment. I can’t wait for the first responses to start rolling in!

It’s a long, long story, but I bailed my invitations out of jail last night (aka the post office). The calligrapher did in fact overnight them on Monday. They somehow got stuck at the post office instead of coming to me, but thank god for tracking numbers. Now they are in my hot little hands and I am gearing up for a mega stuffing marathon. I’ll post pics once they are all out and a few people have received them! Yahhhhhhhhoooooooooo.

Miss Blueberry commented that she had never seen my engagement ring before, and I realized that I had been remiss in posting a snap of my gorgeous bling.

It’s a little hard to tell what’s going on from this picture, but the ring is an art deco style from the 1920’s(ish) — it belonged to Mr. Lily’s great aunt. The two bands in the center are little mine-cut sapphires. The whole center part is raised and curved — as if it was the center of a daisy sticking up. Like I said, hard to explain, but very puuurty.

Anyone else have heirloom rings on their little fingers?

Mr. Lily and I had a big talk last night on whether or not our wedding is what we thought it would be. For him, it’s a definite no. In his head, his wedding would be very small and intimate with lots of quirks. In my head, it’s a semi-no. I always wanted much bigger and more formal than him, with lots of quirks as well.

Yet, our wedding has somehow morphed into a much bigger, fancier event than either of this intended. Mamma Lily had something to do with that. She wanted fancy shmancy all the way. We tried to rein her in and got her to compromise as best we could (no tuxes, no silver linens, no floor-length bridesmaid dresses, no band, no… wait, is that it?). But she won on a lot of things: half the flowers should be high to add height, the groomsmen can’t wear their own suits, she and my Dad invited 150 people on their own (hard to protest this when they are paying the bulk), everything must be coordinated down to the colors of every last ribbon, no escort cards strung up on clothespins…

Does this mean I am disappointed with how it’s turning out? No — it’s just not quite what I expected, although I always knew it would be hard to get our 3 minds to meet in the middle. My biggest concern is that it is really not quite what Mr. Lily wanted. He says, “It’s fine, it will be great, it’s just not what I envisioned.” I don’t want him to not like his wedding though! Do any of you have grooms that think the wedding is running away from them? If so, what are you doing to make it better?

How cute are my three flower girls (ages, 8, 4, and 4)? They got their dresses in the mail this week and were so excited to be princess flowergirls, that they took baths before trying on their dresses so they wouldn’t get even a speck of dirt on them (their idea, not their parents). Then, they stood very still for 30 minutes so they could feel like princesses and still not mess up the dresses. Isn’t that a riot? They are too cute for words! Are your flowergirls this excited?

My poor little invitations are dying to go out (esp. since the RSVP date is March 10th!), but they can’t because their envelopes are being held hostage by the calligrapher.

He promised to get them to me by last Friday (which was later than the original date), and when I called yesterday to see what the deal was he said he was halfway done. Can you say heart-attack?

My knee-jerk reaction was to say, “Gimme my invites now!” but instead I just told him I need them ASAP and asked what needs to be done to make that happen. He said they would get to me by next Monday. Mr. Lily then asked if he meant the Monday coming up or the Monday after. I hadn’t considered that. At 1am I got so concerned that I e-mailed the guy to clarify (no response). If he has to work all day and all night they better be here by Monday! Sigh.

But the saga isn’t over just yet. I went to get stamps today (I had been waiting to weigh everything, but gave up). I wanted the green and purple wedding stamps because that’s basically the only option for 63 cent stamps. The branch by me only had 2 books. So then I walked 13 blocks to the next branch. They had 1 book of stamps. Then I went to the mega mega post office another 20 blocks down. They had 0 books of stamps. Now, not only are my envelopes missing, they will be naked and unable to fly cross-country into the hands of my eager guests. Boo-hoo. Wedding planning can certainly test a girl’s patience!

We’re definitely doing a father-daughter dance… if I could ever come up with a song! I really don’t want anything overly sentimental and gushy, but my Mom nixed my first choice, which was All You Need Is Love (The Beattles). She said it was too hard to dance to. Argh. My mind is a blank.

Do you guys have suggestions for songs that are sweet, but not so sweet that I yak?

I thought I knew exactly which guestbook I wanted to use — Kolo’s Newbury in Platinum with grosgrain ribbon. Apparently I didn’t inspect it too well when loving it at the store because the inner pages are black! Duh! That’s not going to work out too well.

Any ideas of other companies to look at for a simple, cloth covered, grey, with a picture window album (um, not too many specifications, right?).

I admit it. When we first started dating, sometimes we would change up which side of the bed we sleep on. Mr. Lily on the right, Miss Lily on the left. Miss Lily on the right, Mr. Lily on the left. But it has been many, many (many!) moons since we have swapped bed sides. I sleep on the left and I love the left. It’s my side. I know just how many paces I need to stumble to snooze in the morning, and have even carved out a nice little imprint of myself on that side of the bed. So when Mr. Lily laid down on my side of the bed last night and refused to move, I was aggravated to say the least.

Me: Noooooooooooooo. Gimme my side back!
Mr. L: Why? You can deal for one night, I want your side tonight.
Me: (as I try, unsuccessfully, to push Mr. Lily over) You’re going to ruin my sleep.
Mr. L: You’e loco.
Me: (as I try to squeeze my body flat underneath him and heave him over). Get over!
Mr. L: No (as he throws me to his side and uses his arms as a straight jacket to keep me there).

I swear I circled the bed 15 times trying to get him to move! I tried poking, proding, yelling, a fake tear or two. Finally, he agreed to move if I promised to let him have my side on Saturday night (which seemed better than ruining my weekday routine… and maybe he won’t remember? Doubtful!). Mr. Lily said he wants my side once a month. Um. Nope. My sleep patterns are honed to perfection on the left — why mess with that?