Weddingbee Blog

I know that it’s been more than 6 months since our wedding, and I am just now beginning the Pudding recaps. Still, I’m not going to make excuses—I’m here now, so ON WITH THE SHOW!

The day before the wedding was a hectic one—actually, the whole week before the wedding was no picnic. Despite the almost two years we had to plan this wedding, we were seriously behind! There were escort cards to prepare, and napkins to fold, and programs to print! Thank goodness for Sister Pudding. I was ready to give up most of the tasks—who needs pretty belly bands for napkins, right?—but Sister P just kept pushing. She knew that I wouldn’t be happy if my visions weren’t realized.

I’m not going to lie; these days were extremely stressful. All of us were big balls of nerves—Sister Pudding refused to talk to Mama P (she can hold a grudge like nobody’s business), Mama P refused to stop ironing Brother P’s shirts (seriously, all of them—and he has a lot of shirts! Why Mama P, WHY?), and me? Well, let’s just say that my craziness culminated when Mr. Pudding called to ask me if he could borrow a tie from my brother for the rehearsal. Needless to say, I had a screaming, crying fit, during which I questioned our entire relationship, and Mr. Pudding managed to find plenty of volunteers to lend him a tie. I am not proud of this, but I’m just trying to keep it real. It was CRAY-ZEE!
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With the premiere of TLC’s “Sister Wives” this weekend, there has been a lot of talk on television/radio about polygamy. It seems that many people (myself included) are fascinated by the inner workings of such a family. For a feminist like me, the first reaction to such an arrangement is disgust: Why would these women want to share their man? How do they deal with jealousy? Don’t they have the self esteem to say “I, alone, am enough for my husband”?

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Two years ago today, Mr. Pudding and I legally declared our commitment to each other. For those who are new to the hive, you may have missed my post about our “Engagement Party“. Here is a little refresher:

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You’ve heard of PWD (post wedding depression) from the likes of Mrs. Lab, Mrs. Meatball, and Mrs. Beagle, but I am here to tell you about another terrifying post wedding condition: Wedding Day Amnesia.

Symptoms of WDA manifest themselves in a very simple way - they simply prohibit you from remembering anything of major significance from your wedding day. A sufferer might remember the timeline of the particular event, but will not be able to recall the details. For example, he/she might remember that there was dancing, and that they danced, but not who they danced with or what songs were played. Or, the patient will remember being very touched by a particular toast, but have absolutely no idea what was said during said speech.

Some common causes of WDA include:
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I have yet to receive all of the pro photos from our wedding, but if I had to choose one picture to sum up the whole day, it would be this one:

Top reason why I love this photo? Sister Pudding having the time of her life!

We (and by “we” I of course mean Sister Pudding and I) hired our wedding photographers for two reasons:
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Since getting married over a week ago, I get questions like this a lot: “Does it feel different?”, “Do you feel more like an adult?”, and so on. To be perfectly honest, there is only one answer that I can come up with when probed like this.

“So, what does it feel like to be a married lady?”

Well, I mostly feel hungry.

Confused? Well, you know how people always say that you need to remember to eat on your wedding day? Well, amongst the lists and schedules that I created for our wedding, I forgot to make a conscious effort to eat. On the day of our reception, I had half a bagel on our way to the hairdresser, and than didn’t eat anything until dinner was served at our reception (at around 6:30PM). Of course, when I received my soup course (a delicious cream of mushroom) I had about three spoonfuls before my poor shrunken stomach yelled at me to take it easy! I had a couple of bites of the main course, and than nibbled on the midnight buffet. I had about two bites of our delicious wedding cake. All in all, I would say that I consumed under 1000 calories that day.

To make matters worse, my eating habits were pretty much just as dismal during our polterabend/rehearsal dinner, and our Sunday Poprawiny.
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Editor’s note: this post was written yesterday, on Mrs. Pudding’s wedding day!

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It’s 4:26 AM. I am at Mama Pudding’s house on the morning of our wedding day. The whole house is still sleeping, but a slight noise from outside woke me up. Going back to sleep is out of the question: today is our wedding day, after all!

Mr. Pudding’s family has all arrived safe and sound. My family from Poland is all here, sans some missing baggage. The rehearsal dinner has come and gone, and my makeshift polterabend was such a big hit (who new that breaking a beer bottle on the eve before your wedding could be so cathartic!).

The last couple of days have not been without tense moments, capitalized by a few stress driven tears yesterday. Even this morning I feel slightly unprepared, since there are still about a half dozen loose ends that are on my to-do list.

But it doesn’t matter.
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***First, a disclaimer: So much has been happening as we are approaching W-Day, that I barely have time to breathe, let alone blog. Sister Pudding has been on my case about it, but I hope that the hive will be a little more understanding. I have tried really hard in the past couple of weeks to check in at least once every few days, and will continue to do so until the wedding. ***

This post is about SHOES. Judging by the comments on past shoe posts like this one and this one, this topic gets the hive buzzing. And despite the fact that this post should have been written about a month ago, who am I to rob you of a good shoegasm?

Like many, many brides before me, I have recently become a two-shoe bride. I really couldn’t afford to be a two-dress bride, so the shoe dilemma had to suffice to fuel my need to be indecisive and paranoid.

Remember my original shoes? They were these lovelies from Badgley Mischka:

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Dear Hive,

Feast your eyes on the 6 sheet cakes that Mama Pudding and I brought home from our wedding baker yesterday. If you think that 6 sheet cakes, on top of the wedding cake and groom’s cake that FMIL Pudding is baking, is overkill, than you will be shocked to hear that these 6 will join another 10 that Mama P has in her freezer.
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… I stay up and think of the wedding.

Ladies and Gents, the wedding insomnia has hit me. HARD.

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I knew that it was coming, since I am quite prone to bouts of sleeplessness. Whenever something exciting and/or terrifying is about to happen to me, I can’t sleep no matter what I try. And it’s not always big events that set me off.

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Despite being engaged for over a year and a half, Mr. Pudding and I just recently had our engagement pictures taken. Mr. Pudding was a little bit confused as to why we even needed engagement pictures, but was persuaded to go along with the whole thing when I explained that it would be good practice for our wedding (he’s such a good sport).

I really wanted our engagement pictures to have a more “artsy” theme. I wanted them to be utterly romantic, and interesting to look at. I had the idea to do a shoot that involved a field with hanging laundry. I have always thought that linens blowing in the wind were terribly romantic. They remind me of my grandparents’ farm in Poland, where my Babcia would hang linens to dry amongst cattle grazing on the dandelion fields. In fact, Mama Pudding to this day hangs all of her laundry outside in the summertime (she did this even when it was illegal… what can I say, Mama P is a bad ass). The visual just reminds me of a simpler time in my life.

I was worried that our photographers at Renaissance Studio Photography would laugh at the idea of me wanting to have our pics taken with dirty underwear or something. To my surprise, Clint was very receptive. He suggested that we add a basket of peaches to the equation, and what we got was the perfect vision of old world romance!

Take a look for yourself:
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Mr. Pudding and I have been completely clueless about our first dance song. We have been talking about it for months, and haven’t been able to make up our minds. The problem is that while I would be content with any old romantic song, Mr. Pudding wants to dance to something sentimental, but not gushy.

Yesterday we had our first dance lesson. Since we didn’t have a song picked out, we asked our instructor to teach us to Waltz. To our surprise, we picked it up quite easily, and really enjoyed ourselves! We came home and began searching the internet for songs that we could waltz to - which is no easy feat!

Suddenly, Mr. Pudding stumbled upon a song that made him choke up. Mr. Pudding does not get choked up easily, so I knew that he must have found something good. What he found, was this:

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When I was in college, I worked at a School of English. The school was associated with our university, and we had students from all over the world enrolled in our program. I worked as a Monitor - it was my job to organize social activities for our students, as well as to lead them in conversation. It was an absolutely amazing experience, which allowed me to befriend people from all over the world.

One of the people that I got to know very well was Mario. As the youngest person in our program (he was only 16 at the time - the program caters mostly to college level students), he astonished everyone with his drive to master the English language, and his carefree attitude. He was one of those people that you knew would grow up to be someone great - he was wise beyond his years without being condescending.

At the end of the semester, Mario returned to his home in Mexico. He would eventually enroll in med school and get engaged.

This morning, I received news that Mario had been kidnapped, and despite the fact that his parents paid over a million pesos in ransom, he was found dead a couple of days ago.
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One of the reasons why I picked “Pudding” as my moniker is the fact that pudding is the perfect treat: it comes in many flavors, it’s perfectly sweet, and (as a plus for all of us working hard to lose those last 5 pounds before the wedding) it’s usually very low in calories! In short: It’s the perfect guilty pleasure!

Like pudding, I wanted our invitations to be perfectly sweet without being over the top. I learned from my adventures with our STDs that although I wanted to design our invites, I did not want to bite off more than I could chew!

I began the journey by attempting to learn the basics of GIMP and Inkscape. The programs are really easy to use, and there are tons of tutorials online that will help you master them. For a noobie like me though, it proved to be too much. It took me nearly two months to finally realize that I was in over my head. So, I turned to Etsy and found Ginger from studioGdesigns. She took my idea and ran with it, and the result is more than I would have imagined!

Without further ado, here are the perfectly sweet Pudding invites:

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I know what you’re thinking… we’re getting married in July, and we’re only now proposing to our flower girl?

Well, here’s the thing: We have been hesitant about selecting our flower girl because… well… we have never met her! You see, Mr. Pudding has a very, very large, very, very close knit family. FMIL Pudding had ten siblings, and even though they are scattered across the entire country, they are very much connected. Our little (adorable) flower girl is one of Mr. P’s youngest cousins, and she lives on the other side of the USA. Even though we have never met her, we have heard countless stories, have seen hundreds of pictures, and are very fond of her.

We hesitated a little bit with our decision not because we were unsure if we wanted her to be a part of our wedding, but because we didn’t know if she would want to be. I mean, walking down the aisle can be traumatic for a little girl, and this nervousness can only be heightened by the idea of walking towards people you do not know. After having an extensive chat with her mother though, we decided that Little D could handle the pressure. With permission granted, Mr. P and I went off to The Christmas Tree Shops to put together a little Flower Girl proposal kit.

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