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.
One of the biggest perks of getting married at the Mansion of Valley Country Club is that when it comes to décor, less is more. The mansion itself is beautifully adorned, and the ballroom’s uplighting and drapery means our decorating needs are minimal. My budget loves that.
But I still wanted to add our own touch. The handful of times I’d imagined having a wedding, I pictured standing with my groom under an arch or chuppah.* But the ballroom’s low-hanging drapery means high structures are out. The pictures I’d seen of indoor weddings at the mansion had the couple and officiant standing in front of an ornate gold mirror. It is lovely, but I wanted something more.
Hello hive! We’re all getting together on the Weddingbee boards for a post-a-thon RIGHT NOW (Wednesday at 7:00 EST).
Wedding season is in full swing, and I know a lot of you have a wedding date looming SOON. So why not take a night off and relax with your fellow hive members for some wedding-related and not-wedding-related chatter?
Haven’t participated in a post-a-thon before? They’re super fun! Hive members, bloggers, and hostesses swarm the boards to chat about all kinds of things, from “How should I do my nails on my wedding day?” to “What’s for dinner tonight?” There will also be a chat thread for general conversation in “real time.”
Keep in mind that anyone can participate: married, engaged, waiting”—whatever!
The hostesses will be there to get things kicked off, so please join us!
This topic has been talked about; and discussed; and debated; and at this point it’s probably like beating a dead horse on Weddingbee, but guess what? I’m adding my two cents. I made the choice to take on Mr. W’s last name when we jumped the broom in April! No moving my last name to my middle, didn’t think about our future kids, nothing. I just did.
People asked was I going to miss my old name, and I would tell them “heck no!” and I would get this reaction:
The main reason for my choice in the name-change department is due to the fact that while my maiden name is not common (mainly because of the spelling), unfortunately I have found three other people thanks to the magical powers of Google and Facebook that share my name. Have you Googled your name before? Sometimes the people you share a name with isn’t a good look. There’s a woman in Texas (whose crimes I’d rather not expose) who I just couldn’t wait to stop being namesakes with. I always had this strange fear that when I went to job interviews or something like that, I would be stuck in the middle of some weird mistaken identity case and they would smack down this woman’s rap sheet on the table and tell me to get the hell out of their office. I know it’s super ridiculous, but sometimes I think the dumbest thoughts.