Wedding Blog

It’s been a few weeks since our invitations were mailed, and our RSVP cards are slowly (very, very slowly) trickling in.

With the arrival of our returned cards, I have been thinking of what to do with them, as I could never throw them away.

As you may recall, I had amazing guests and games at my bridal shower this past weekend. However, I didn’t tell you about the other two G’s: grub and gifts!

For as long as I can remember, sister Spring Roll and I have loved to bake and cook. We even took a cooking class together in high school. How does that relate to my shower, you…

Sister Spring Roll hosted my bridal shower last Sunday. Yes, Super Bowl Sunday. Despite the fact that my shower was on the same day as the big game, a great group of guests came.

Guests included co-workers, friends, and Mr. Spring Roll’s family. Since most guests did not know one another, we all donned name tags to familiarize ourselves. Additionally, sister Spring Roll had us play…

You’ve seen our gifts to the guys and girls, now it’s time to see the gifts for the guardians. Guardians meaning our parents, of course; I couldn’t part with my matching ’g’ titles, so please forgive my tackiness.

First and foremost, let’s meet the parents:

Mom Spring Roll is my everything, my (pun intended) guardian angel. I love her more than she knows, and am forever grateful for…

As I gave a sigh of relief and a wave goodbye, Mr. Spring Roll placed our invitations in the outgoing mailbox at the Post Office. And with that, they’re off; hopefully making it to their destinations within the next couple of days.

Remember when I asked for help choosing our invitation’s belly band? After reading everyone’s great advice, I decided to use the monogram band. I…

Back when Mr. Spring Roll and I first became engaged, I started a wedding website at MyWedding. You see, I started, and well, never quite finished. No big deal, right? Wrong. We included the website information in our invitations, and with t-minus two days until they are to be mailed, I had to finish the website.

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After a can or two of Mountain Dew, and into…

Before I could inundate him with pictures of rings, Mr. Spring Roll had already picked out his wedding band. Regardless, I showed him other options, to ensure that he was satisfied with his choice.

“What about this one? It has a tiny diamond to match my band,” I excitingly asked. “Nope,” he replied.

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..until our invitations need to be mailed.

All of the invitations have been printed, and the envelopes addressed. However, they are not quite ready for take off. Why is that, you ask? Because I can’t choose between two belly bands.

BAND A:

“Dee,” I yelled every morning from our shared bathroom, “can you please put my hair up?”

“This is the last time,” she replied, day after day. As she put my hair up, she would rub in my visible makeup lines. Without Sister Spring Roll, I would have spent many days with a bumpy, crooked ponytail and makeup lines galore.

For our wedding day, I decided it was…

Naturally, as a girl who loves lace, pearls, and all things frilly, I love mantilla veils. I, however, do not love their price tag. By now, I’m sure you all can guess what I did. That’s right, I made my own mantilla veil.

With a lot of help from Sister Spring Roll, we turned this:

Into this:

As with every New Year, 2009 will bring many changes. I will rent a home with Mr. Spring Roll, become Mrs. Spring Roll, turn 24, and hopefully welcome a new niece or nephew (hint hint Sister Spring Roll).

Sister SR, Gavin (Sister SR’s stepson), and me on New Year’s Eve.

The biggest change thus far?

I never imagined I would be saying this, but I am in love with maps. If you are not, than you probably haven’t seen Laura Hooper’s maps. If Mr. Spring Roll and I had an unlimited budget, we would commission a custom wedding map. Unfortunately, our budget is nowhere near unlimited. Instead of forgoing the map altogether, I decided to create my own:

For those of…

Mr. Spring Roll and I made a very exciting trip yesterday, one that I have been anxiously awaiting.

If the title didn’t give it away, here’s a hint:

After my terrible experience with a ceremony violinist, I was feeling disappointed and a bit hopeless. A few days passed, when I received an e-mail from FMIL Spring Roll. The e-mail contained a website link to a ceremony harpist, recommended by Mr. Spring Roll’s uncle. I immediately visited the website, listened to her sample music, and contacted her via e-mail. Within minutes of sending my…