My makeup was pristine, so it was time to step into that gorgeous hanging ensemble calling my name! Despite it causing a great deal of stress, I was beyond ready to get that sucker on. Mostly because I was terrified it wouldn’t zip, eep. I’m pretty shy when it comes to modesty, so I kicked everyone out of the room, stepped out of my adorable bridal PJs gifted to me by Bridesmaid Source4, and stepped into my dazzling pile of ruffles. Mama Dreamcatcher came back in and brought the photographers to capture her zipping me in.
We just finished up our second annual Hive-Wide Halloween Card Swap, and it was a hit! From spooky to delicious to downright delightful, here are the Halloween treasures that the hive gifted each other this year.
We last left off with the wedding party in their places, and Mr. Blue Moon patiently waiting for me at the end of the aisle. My planner had shut the inner sanctuary doors so that I could leave my hidey hole unnoticed, and she had Blue Dad and I take our places. After one final fluff of my dress, I heard the selection I chose for my bridal processional begin to play (an arrangement of Christina Perri’s “A Thousand Years“), and our planner and her assistant got ready to reopen the doors.
My emotions in this moment were all over the place, and they were like nothing I have ever felt. I was so nervous about tripping, which is a pretty rational fear since I’m super clumsy. I was also furiously trying to control my heart rate and take deep, even, breaths, so as not to start blushing as soon as I got in front of people (I’m definitely a blusher). I was really excited to see Mr. Blue Moon again, but also sort of in this state of wild disbelief that we were actually about to be married. The next few moments had been so many years in the making, and I was having trouble processing all these rushes of emotions at once. I think Blue Dad could feel me physically trembling on his arm, which had to have had him a little concerned. Like I’ve mentioned, we are not very emotional people. I vaguely remember him telling me not to pass out, but there wasn’t time for any more encouraging words, because before I could gather my thoughts, the doors opened and it was go time.
After our vows, it was our guests’ turn to take the stage. We’d blocked off about 10 minutes for our friends and family to speak if they were so moved, which we borrowed from the Quaker tradition of Silent Worship. There’s no minister in Quaker worship: The entire hour spent together is guided by the participants, who stand up and speak about anything and everything, strung together with long periods of quiet reflection.
This was definitely the part of the ceremony that I was the most nervous for. What if nobody had anything to say? What if our guests didn’t “get it”? I had prepped a few of my friends by asking them to bring something to read or say, and I mentioned it on our wedding website, but I was still worried we’d have a lot of uncomfortable silence.
Our officiant announced the start of the open speaking period. My heart was pounding in my chest.
Right on the dot of four o’clock, as we ladies were hidden away in the green room, our wedding planner shut the inner doors to the sanctuary and started lining the grandmothers, mothers, and groomsmen up as we had decided the previous night at the rehearsal.
Our musicians began playing an instrumental version of “Moon River,” by Henry Mancini, which is the title theme to Breakfast at Tiffany’s, one of my all-time favorites. I could hear them begin playing it, and the nerves probably hit me harder at that point than they had all day. My stomach was in knots, I was so afraid that I was going to trip. I might be a teacher who spends like six hours a day presenting material to people, but the stage fright was still real for me in this moment.
Before the grandmothers were seated, Mr. Blue Moon, Steve (our officiant), and Best Man L entered the sanctuary from the other end of the building. They were actually like a minute delayed because they totally forgot which song they were supposed to come out on. Apparently they discussed whether this was the right song or not for a full minute before deciding to come on out. I think it’s pretty funny, since Mr. Blue Moon is usually the super punctual one.
My granddaddy was also wheeled in around this time by my uncle, and our photographer snapped this sweet shot of him waiting on the ceremony to begin. We lost my Granny last year, who basically raised me until I was five, and I really wish she had been with us; but I’m so happy Granddaddy was able to make it!
Every bride knows that what you wear on your wedding day extends far beyond the gown you choose. As I sat down to write about the accessories I selected, I realized that I had bought everything online (and subsequently cracked myself up titling this post). I enjoy brick-and-mortar shopping, but I definitely feel there are often better deals to be had on the good ol’ web. So without further ado, here are the Sixpence accoutrements:
SHOES. I really wanted to do the “something old, something new” tradition for some reason, so I scrapped my original plans for nude flats and chose these instead. I can manage well in wedges (true heels are another story), and I figured navy suede was appropriate for the season.
When I started the wedding planning process, I had big plans when it came to DIY…I was going to do the cake, the flowers, the decor, the favors, signs, and even the invitations. And honestly, if I had another six months, or a less hectic work schedule, that’d still be the plan.
But the closer I get to the wedding, the more I find myself thinking: Life’s too short to make yourself crazy. It’s worth just paying someone to do it right.
Plus, I’ve got Mr. W and my dad (can we call him Reverend Dad now?) telling me the same thing—let it go. It’s not worth it.
Now, this isn’t to say DIY can’t be stunning—but to make them look amazing, you’ve got to invest in materials, time, and personal sanity. Whenever I think of a DIY done right, Mrs. Squid’s AMAZING invitations come to mind…I mean, SERIOUSLY?
Hiya, bees! I’m still waiting for all our pro photos before I start my recaps but have been assured by my photographer that we should receive them by the end of November. We have received a handful of “highlight” photos, but I wanted to wait until we received the full lot before starting recaps.
Until then, I wanted to share the gifts we got our groomsmen as Mr. Eel put a lot of thought and effort into deciding what to give them. Our first gift to our groomsmen were the suits they wore for the wedding. We ended up getting a really good deal on them ($150 each). We also gifted them their dress shirts, ties, and matching socks. I mentioned this previously, but for those of you who are joining my blogging journey now, it is customary in my area for the couple to pay for the wedding-party attire. It would have cost us just as much to rent suits, so we decided it was more economical to just purchase.