Our wedding requires a bit of signage to help point our guests in the right direction both on the road and in the forest.
All photos personal.
You may remember my over the top diagram:
We needed to make a few signs to remind our guests (that choose to drive) to go past our regular driveway and make their way up to wedding spot. The ceremony is also tucked away in the forest and requires some direction.
Photo booths have become a bigger and bigger trend for weddings and events. Even though you are spending thousands of dollars on professional photography, people still love to go into a photo booth and put on the silly props and make funny faces with their friends. They are always a huge hit. We are lucky enough to know someone that owns a photo booth business, called Remember the Times Entertainment, and works with Mr. C. We were able to get a good deal, and it looked great on the mezzanine at our reception! Their employee sat up with the booth and ran the table to get people props and their strips and did a great job.
Oh how excited I am to be sharing the full reveal of our wedding invitations today! RSVPs have started to come in, which makes this whole wedding thing seem so much more real. Wait, you mean the wedding I’ve been planning for the past year and a half is really happening?
So, without further ado…the Clownfish wedding invitations!
My very best friend and MOH Schmo hand addressed ALL of our invitations, for which I will be forever grateful. We spent several hours putting these bad boys together, and there may have been some blood (from the countless paper cuts), sweat (when we decided it would be a great idea to work on these outside during a humid summer night), and tears (when the envelopes ran out after too many address mistakes were made) involved, but I couldn’t be happier with the final outcome…
A disclaimer on this post: I really don’t know how this will be received. But it comes from a good place in my heart so I wanted to write it, and it really is about what researching for a wedding entails if you are a woman of color.
I am subscribed to a ton of wedding blogs. On average I get about 10 new posts an hour delivered to my feed. It is an endless stream. One reason I’m subscribed to such a high volume of writing just about weddings is the problem of representation. Women and people of color make up such a small percentage of the visible wedding community, that is the people that get blogged about and featured online.
It takes a huge volume of subscriptions to see a handful of brides and families like mine (or grooms like my fiancé). Over time, being a woman of color, I’ve had to learn to decode some of the language people use to talk about race without actually talking about it. An example of racially coded language is when someone uses the word “ghetto” when referring to black dominated spaces or people. Or when someone describes a football player as a “thug” instead of a “tough guy” or “rowdy.”
This is just a slice of what I can tell you about coded racial language in what I have seen in the wedding world. And with this I don’t mean to undermine the work of people who are doing their best to see diversity represented online! But I do want to help maybe change the ways that we talk about it. And while there are certainly many exceptions to my examples, these are just the ones that I see crop up most often.
There is something about wedding planning that has made my decision making skills get all out of whack. Making a decision about anything external to my look for the wedding has been relatively easy and has caused me little stress. The same cannot be said for anything to do with my bridal look. I struggled with my dress decision. I have waffled on my hair for months and months.
And…I nearly went crazy shoe shopping.
This is one of those situations that started off innocently enough, but when nothing felt right, I continued to search, and look and search and look and search. As time went on, I was getting nowhere closer to what I was looking for. So much time and energy had gone into such a simple task, that the amount of time spent looking had led to even more pressure to find the right shoe. After all of this time, I couldn’t just settle on something just for the sake of finding something.
After dinner, it was time for the toasts. This was really the last formal moment of the wedding before people started to dance and let loose. Up first was my dad. He’s a quiet guy, but he wrote out his speech and practiced for weeks leading up to the wedding. He really did a nice job—he was a nice balance of sweet and funny.