Weddingbee Blog

Originally posted on June 8, 2010

Mrs. Thimble nominates Mrs. Scissors’ tutorial for her DIY programs. She says, “I referred to Scissor’s DIY programs post a lot… in fact, it’s the only one I can remember right this sec because I purchased the printer she used—I needed one anyway and I wanted one that would print colors this pretty!”

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I designed our programs to be design-friends with our invitation suite. I’m a stickler for consistency, so they work well together, but I also went a little more whimsical with these guys. The pressure was off for the programs, and I had quite a lot of fun with these. This weekend, Mr. Scissors and I spent a good two days printing, cutting, folding, measuring, nailing, threading, sewing, and assembling our eighty programs. He was a marvelous helper, and we are both so thrilled with the results.

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This post was originally published on January 4th, 2010

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*Photograph by me

Paper cranes and I are like BFFs. When I was little, my father brought back an origami book from Japan, and I learned how to fold every piece of origami in the book by heart. I’ve since forgotten how to fold most of them, but not the cranes. I fold them when I’m bored, when I have random scraps of paper laying around, when I want an awesome engagement shoot (heh!), or just anytime.
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I remember hearing the congregation stand and the processional music begin. I took a deep breath, the doors swung open, and my heart jumped up into my throat as I saw Mr. Scissors. Then we started to walk.

“Slow down, we’ll get there,” my father calmly said. In my adrenaline rush, I had started off too quickly. I closed my eyes, smiled, and realized what was happening.
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For our six o’clock wedding, we had to get to the church ridiculously early. The church ladies wanted us there no later than 4:30, and I was supposed to walk down the aisle at precisely six on the dot, come hell or high water. We arrived at the church right at 4:30 during the beginnings of the massive thunderstorm. Boys and girls were segregated in different parts of the church—the girls and I in the bridal suite, Mr. Scissors’ groomsmen in the narthex, and Mr. Scissors, his best man, and Quincy, our reverend/officiant, in the preacher’s office. And we waited.
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Sometimes things don’t always “work.” We were stuck inside during our bridal party portraits, and were all a little slap-happy. For some reason, we decided to be all play-serious. It came from a place of silly. We had a lot of fun being weirdos, and knew the results would either be on the awesome side or on the awkward side. We landed on the latter. I almost left this little section out, as we did some normal/fun bridal party pictures post-ceremony. (Good call, photogs.) Buuut, I didn’t. For one, the guys didn’t look as awkward as we did, and for another, well, it’s a good learning experience. Sometimes having fun and being silly doesn’t translate into the best photos later.
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OK, so, it’s confession time. We had some not-totally-legit action during the first look. Our first look was supposed to take place outside of the art building and in the surrounding areas. I never planned to venture into the museum. I also never planned for it to be about eleventy-billion degrees outside, nor did I have any contingency plans for rain. When we arrived, before all of the running and jumping took place, my father asked me if we were going to get into the building via the front entrance or the loading dock. I looked at him blankly. “We’re going in?”

“Scissors, you’re kidding me. It’s insanely hot outside, there are chances of thunderstorms starting at any moment, and you’re taking pictures outside of a building? That you cannot enter?”
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It makes my heart race to think about our first look. It was one of the biggest rushes of pure and unadulterated joy I’ve ever experienced. The intensity, the nervousness, the excitement of seeing each other for the first time as bride and groom, the love—it was overwhelming.

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While we were having our mini dance parties, partaking in a few beverages, and taking the entire morning to get dressed, the guys watched movies. They had brought game systems and tons of games to play that morning, but forgot some very necessary cords. No dice on the games, they were left with strange Saturday morning movies. (The most notable was Deep Blue Sea. Hola, LL Cool J.) Bad TV at its best.
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I’m not going to lie. I was a little nervous when it came time to put the dress on. The alterations and pressing weren’t finished until the Thursday before the wedding, and I never tried it on one last time. It was falling off at the last fitting, and the seamstress promised to fix it, along with some tacking issues, adding boning, etc. (She failed, but again, we’ll talk later about that.)
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While detail shots were being taken, I resumed position for the tail end of getting my hair done. I opted for clip-in extensions rather than sewn in ones, because with my fine hair we were afraid that it would destroy hair post-extensions. I admit, it was a little weird having an unknown Russian’s hair mixed in with mine, but I quickly got over that when I realized how long and awesome it looked. (Before I totally destroyed it, that is. Thanks, June weather in Georgia. Best wishes.) June also thought it would be a prime time to get a bit of an adult beverage into my system. (I bought the cups at Swoozies about 100 years ago. I’m pretty sure they still exist.)
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When our pros arrived to start documenting, everything was lined up and ready to go for said detail shots. Brides, I highly recommend having all of your accessories, dresses, any paper goods you want shot, etc. neatly arranged for when your photographers arrive. Make a list a few days prior, then take a few minutes to set up that morning. It makes the process go so smoothly and much more efficiently.
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After the rehearsal dinner was finished, most people would have gone to bed, right? Beauty rest and all that? Well, Laura, Mr. Scissors and I went back to the house to construct the Smilebooth backdrop. (Thankfully I’d already pre-cut and measured the streamers, so all we had to do was throw.) At about 10 minutes to midnight, we realized something.
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After I was freed, we thought it would be a good time to hand out gifts and cards to our bridal party.
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There is a German tradition of having a Polterabend the night before a wedding. Polterabend literally translates to “rumbling evening,” and it’s basically a big ball of mischief and shenanigans. We knew it was coming, but weren’t exactly sure what we were in for. After the toasts, Mr. Scissors’ father called Mr. Scissors’ brother over to help him start the evening’s festivities. While Mr. Scissors’ father explained the concept of a Polterabend to those unfamiliar, he also pulled out what he’d been hinting around about for months:
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While we were fielding contact crisis 2k10, everybody meandered over to the restaurant to get set up.
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