Determined to finish our registry, I dragged a less than enthusiastic Billie over to Bed Bath & Beyond to continue the process of selecting stuff. We were somewhat nervous because we heard from a friend that BB&B sends a wedding consultant around the store with you, and after last time’s fiasco of procrastinating decisions, we felt terrible subjecting a total stranger to our indecisive ways.
I’ve already worn a wedding dress. And Mr. S was there—in a tux.
No, I wasn’t a runaway bride—I was a Sweet 16 debutante.
Mr. S and I started dating in the year 2000, coincidentally also the year of my 16th birthday. Sweet 16 parties are (or were?) pretty normal where we’re from, ranging the full spectrum from Knights of Columbus halls to hotel ballrooms. Guess where I fell on that spectrum?
I fully own up to this. My parents graciously offered me a trip to Europe, a new car, or a Sweet 16 party. I chose the party. Looking back at my high school self, I have to admit I was pretty savvy. I knew that Europe would always be there. I knew that even if a new car wasn’t in the works, a used one would be, and I could deal with that. (My dad was the sole driver in our household before I got my license. He couldn’t wait to get me on the road.) But a Sweet 16?? A girl only turns 16 once in her lifetime. To me, the choice was obvious.
The number of guests you plan to host at your wedding is one of those surprising things that has a huge impact on the whole bash. Think about it—your head count rules out some venues and determines how intimate your event will be, not to mention how 50 extra mouths impact the food and beverage budget!
Early on in our planning process before we booked anything, Rooster and I sat down with a deck of index cards and wrote down the names of friends and family (and potential plus-ones) that we might invite to the wedding. We took our deck and eventually pared it down to exactly 100 people. We weren’t trying to hit a round number, it just happened that way. The whole thing was very Father of the Bride, but with less drama and more wine.
I’m by no means a professional model, so my serious time in front of the camera was very limited on my wedding day. We all got a mean case of the sillies a few times, which made for some of my absolute favorite pictures of the day!
I am not a hair and makeup girl. I read Miss Pyramid‘s and Miss Filly’s hair and makeup posts and I wish I could be that together.
I have very straight hair, which I wash before I go to bed, and then I wake up and its dry. It looks pretty much the same blown dry (something I’ve never personally done, although of course I’ve had it cut and dried before). My hair is fine so I don’t wear it up, and nothing much happens with it. I wear pretty minimal makeup, and I always skip those articles in magazines. I’m just not that into it.
During my pre-engagement stage (OK, I admit it, pre-boyfriend—I was totally single!) I loved to watch Say Yes to the Dress. In this episode one of the brides had a brooch bouquet. These are quite popular now, but back then I had never even heard of this. I texted MOH Glam that I just had to have one of these, to which she replied, “Ummm is there something you’re not telling me???” Flash forward several years, and when the actual wedding planning started Glam reminded me of the brooch idea. I still loved the concept, but I wasn’t sure about an entire bouquet of brooches with no flowers in sight! I’m not a huge flower person, or a huge traditionalist, but still…I always envision flowers on my wedding day. So I searched around (I know, big shocker, me…doing internet research), and I found this bad boy!