Hi, hive! Long time no see. We’re about a week past our one year anniversary, and I’ve been feeling some serious guilt about not finishing what I started here, so I’m back to do my recaps! It’s been awhile since my last real post, so you can start here and work your way back to this post if you’re wondering who I am. Or you can just enjoy looking at a stranger’s wedding photos, which is probably what I would do. I’m a skip-to-the-end-of-the-book kind of girl. (And I’m not a fan of cliffhangers, so don’t worry—everything is already written and ready to go!)
Mr. MC and I spent 11 months planning our wedding day, but only spent a fraction of that time thinking about our rehearsal and rehearsal dinner. I didn’t really want to stress over something that was supposed to be practice, you know? There were only three things on our wish list for that day:
Keep it simple and casual—the less stress, the better!
Spend quality time with our family and with each other.
When I called them back, they said they needed to measure the cake toppers, because they may not fit on the cake. Oh no. The LAST thing you want to hear the day before your wedding is about how the cake might not work out.
They asked if we could meet them that morning to have our consultation. I was excited to finally see the bakery, but nervous to hear about the changes we would have to make. There wasn’t much time.
Fun fact: Mr. Sugar Cube and I don’t know where we are honeymooning. This is not because we don’t know where we would like to go or because we haven’t planned it, but rather because it’s a surprise from my parents to us!
Yes, I know what you’re thinking—you’re out of your mind, what if they send you to Antarctica?! First, my mom and dad would send us to Alaska before Antarctica. In November it could even be just as cold. Second, they wouldn’t really.
When Mr. Hammer and I first got engaged, I knew we weren’t going to be one of those couples who buys a house while they’re planning their wedding. I say that in the most loving way possible—two of my closest friends did that, and I’ll admit that there was some somewhat-superficial appeal to the idea of moving into a new house with all your new registry gifts and your new husband.
But for us, I knew it wasn’t right. For one thing, neither of us really knew where we’d be by the time we got married, or even after we got married. And for another, the thought of committing to a house really gave me heart palpitations. Committing to a person I could handle, because Mr. Hammer and I had been committed to each other for years before we even got engaged. But committing to a place? Settling down and knowing where you’re going to be for at least five years (which is how long most people say it takes for a house to be a worthy investment)? To me, who was fresh out of law school and had just barely started her first permanent, non-internship, paying job, it gave me the heebie-jeebies.
Well, um. Yeah. About that. A series of events at the very end of last year meant it suddenly made sense for us, career-wise, financially, and just stage-of-life wise, to buy a house. (I will note that it’s not like we *had* to buy a house and take on this stressful undertaking while simultaneously working on our wedding. But to us, figuring out where we were going to live for the next stretch of our lives became way more important than putting together all the endless wedding details that we were focusing on at the time. So, we took the leap.)
Have you ever been so excited about something you couldn’t contain yourself? It could have been the incredibly unique and original piece of jewelry you stumbled upon, the double-tiered cake you baked and assembled, the mercury-glass vases you found at the flea market for 17 cents, the impossible-to-find toy that your niece or nephew wanted and no one could find, or the first time you bought a brand new car.
For me, it was our wedding invitations.
I’m a crafty person by nature, and I like to create things in any form, including graphic design. So I knew that the wedding would also bring out quite a bit of DIY, which would start with the invitations as they would set the theme/tone for the whole wedding and thus the subsequent craft-scapades. Our invitations had to get people excited about the wedding. They had to show people we intended on making it fun and unforgettable. Our invitations had to be epic.