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As mentioned in my previous post, when it came down to choosing the lovely ladies who would stand by me on my wedding day, I decided on the magic number 10. With the ladies in mind, I then had to decide how I would ask them.
After fighting off my excited urge to call them up and blurt out, “HEY! WANNA BE MY BRIDESLADY?!”, I decided to undertake a craft project. Like Miss Lox…I am not naturally crafty, and this was quite a commitment.
I thought these were ADORABLE but way too venturesome for inexperienced me, so they got axed:
Image via OnceWed / Design by Rifle Design
WWDD? This is a question I ask myself quite often: “What would David (Tutera) Do?!” David Tutera would probably NOT suggest having 10 bridesmaids. David Tutera would quite possibly shake his head, roll his eyes, and tell the cameras that having 10 bridesmaids and 10 groomsmen is a “circus.”
Now, just because I ask myself what he would do, that is not to say I let that dictate what I will.
OK, with that said, I totally have 10 amazing, beautiful, charming, hilarious bridesmaids (including two lovely maids of honor). Coming to this decision was fun, and by no means was it without thought! Prior to getting engaged, the only wedding-related detail I ever really considered was my bridesmaids and who they would be.
And I always envisioned a small bridal party, like this (minus the kinda graphic leg-grabbage):
Image via Sarah Green Photography
I wasn’t that little girl who planned her wedding when she was eight. In fact, up until I met Mr. Seal, I was pretty convinced that I would end up an old spinster with 18 mange-ridden cats. That being said, even though I was (and still am) desperately excited to marry Mr. S and anxiously awaited the engagement, I was a tiny bit frightened that I didn’t possess the “bride gene.”
I did, however, manage to come across this picture of little me dressed as a bride—perhaps early evidence of bridal DNA?
Big sigh.
Sadly—no—devastatingly, I have zero pictures of the night of our engagement. I’m going to make a blanket assumption that everyone was caught up in the excitement of the evening and couldn’t be bothered with silly gadgets like cameras and camera phones. Try to bear with me and imagine an incredibly beautiful and emotional night.
After Daddio Seal’s Las Vegas slip-up, I was on my best behavior to not spoil the actual engagement. So I played dumb when Mr. Seal needed to unexpectedly hurry off to “see a friend” or step outside to make a phone call. Eventually, I managed to tune out of my ability to ruin surprises because and I successfully stopped focusing on “getting engaged.”
Anyhoo. Hive, I am absolutely crazy when it comes to the holidays. I love Christmas trees and I love giving gifts—I write and revise dozens of gift-giving lists and tirelessly research for the absolute best deals. (I also try to work peppermint mochas into my daily December diet.)
Our 2009 Christmas tree:
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Let me preface this post by stating that I always ruin my own surprises. I assure you I am not exaggerating. A couple of years ago, I spoiled every one of my Christmas presents from Mr. Seal, and it wasn’t because I physically saw them—I’m just impatient and…figured them out. I am suspicious by nature and have an innate sense of when someone is trying to surprise me or lie to me in an effort to throw me off track. I’m pretty sure if I were a superhero my superpower would be exposing secrets! Okaaay, that would be a pretty lame superpower, but that’s the unfortunate talent I was born to bear.
In the following situation I promise I was trying my best to remain ignorant, but it wasn’t made very easy…
The month was November of 2009. The place? Las Vegas. Mr S. and I, along with just about every other member of my family, were on vacation. He and I spent the first couple nights of the trip getting romantic—we wined and dined at fancy restaurants and attended the Wynn’s Cirque du Soleil-esque show Le Reve.
Here’s Mr. Seal on our walk to the Wynn:
So how did Mr. Seal and I meet? It’s not an overwhelmingly amazing story, but it’s our story nonetheless.
It all started in the Big Apple. Well, kind of. Mr. Seal and I didn’t actually meet IN New York, but you’ll see what I mean.
In April of 2008, I took a week-long vacation with Mama Seal to New York. We did lots of bargain shopping (Century 21? Yes please!) and ate lots and lots and lots of pizza. Prior to leaving California, I was in a noncommittal dating situation with a guy who had just moved from Manhattan—we’ll refer to him as NY#2. This is really only important to note my accidental affinity for all things New York.
Here’s a photo of yours truly on the plane ride back home—completely unaware that only a few hours later I’d be meeting the New-York-born-and-raised man that I would marry!
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Oh, hive…sweet, sweet hive. I cannot believe I am being afforded the chance to address you all right now. But alas, the world (and Pengy & Co.) is kind, and here I am, in all my Seal-y glory.
So who am I? Who, who…who, who. Wow. For one—I watch way too much television (hence the nod to the CSI theme song back there—it was kind of obscure, so don’t feel bad if you didn’t catch it). Secondly, I break out into song often and without forewarning. Quirks aside, I am a fun-loving, family-oriented young lady planning my dream wedding to my dream man in my favorite city in the world: San Francisco!
I was watching Sister Wives one morning (I told you, I watch a lot of TV) when my iPhone made a familiar sound alerting me of a new email. After weeks of feverishly checking my inbox for a response to my Weddingbee application, this sound no longer excited me. In fact…I’d successfully managed, for self-preservation purposes, to convince myself that my first response was going to be a rejection. So try to imagine my ridiculously gleeful surprise when Pengy told me that they would be excited to have ME on board as the newest bee. Poor Mr. Seal got quite the face grab and shoulder shake after that one!
Now. Why the Seals? Let’s break this down.
1. San Francisco: We are planning a San Francisco themed wedding and seals (well maybe more sea lions, but my seal icon IS kind of ambiguous) scream bark San Francisco!
This is a photo of Pier 39 in San Francisco—right outside one of my favorite clam chowder joints. (In case it snuck past you, I added the ball.)
Image of seals via Wikipedia, beach ball via Icon Finder
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Mrs. Seal, San Francisco Age and Occupation: 25, Personal Assistant Fiance's Age and Occupation: 29, Sales and Support Specialist Engagement Date: December 12, 2009 Wedding Date: November 2011 Venue: Sts Peter and Paul Church/The Bently Reserve About Me: I am a goofy, wannabe crafty, well-intentioned Renaissance Woman (OK, perhaps "aimless wanderer" is a more aptly suited term for me, but hopefully you get the point)—basically I dabble in just about everything and pride myself in such. Without warning, I occasionally breakout into soulful improvised songs and interpretive dances and there's just no stopping me! As so many others before me, planning our wedding has unearthed a deep, intense passion for all things bridal and I secretly fear the day it will come to an end. Mr. Seal and I are quite the pair and life with him by my side is extremely rewarding—I am so thankful to have found him. Together we are planning a black-tie San Francisco affair for 250—light on the stuffiness and with lots of extra Seal-y flair.
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