Our wedding and reception were amazing. Everything was wonderful and absolutely beautiful. All the aspects of the evening, from the ceremony to the cocktail hour to the decor to the food to the toasts and the dancing, went off without a hitch and made our special day perfect. The last thing to do was have a grand exit. We bought 100 24-inch smokeless sparklers after New Year’s Eve. Everyone went outside and lit a sparkler up around the 2015 Mazda Miata convertible that was our getaway car! Mr. Coral convinced one of his groomsmen to upgrade his rental car for the weekend and paid him the difference from the regular price. Then, during the reception, my bridesmaids came outside and decorated it!
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The cake design was one of the easiest decisions we made in this whole wedding-planning thing. We knew it was going to be decorated with buttercream and not fondant, because (a) our venue includes a buttercream cake in its packages, but fondant decoration is extra, and (b) while fondant makes for one glamorous cake, we prefer the taste of buttercream, and being the food-motivated sharks we are, buttercream was A-OK with us.
So, buttercream it was. And funnily enough, all of the cake inspiration photos I found are, uh, pretty much identical.
But while Mr. Black Cat could put on a powdered wig and tights to play up the Baroque side of things, it’s not something that I’d ever ask him to do. To me the closest thing to a Baroque aesthetic in modern menswear (at least in terms of pure extravagance) is the Mariachi or Charro suit. They are heavily embellished like a bullfighter’s costume, which makes sense since they date back to the colonial period of Mexican history. Charros are the height of Mexican gallantry, right? They are manly, imposing, and impressive, while also being oddly matrimonial, too. He and I sifted through a couple pages worth of Google image results and were saying to each other the whole time, “Yeah, this is awesome!”
Once all the formalities were over, it was time to party! We had a great layout for our venue with a few different options for the dancing. One of the best parts of our venue is that we were able to get some awesome pictures from above the dance floor. We had done our first dances already and everyone got on the dance floor! Our DJ was from Lee Edwards Entertainment, and it was his job to keep the party moving. He did a pretty good job and people had a great time dancing. It was awesome to see different pairings of people dancing with each other, even if they had never met before. The two of us had actually been spending so much time trying to talk to people and enjoy the photo booth that we had trouble getting to the dance floor. Finally, we said to each other, “Let’s dance!”
I love lists. It’s a little sad, but one of my favorite weekly chores is writing out the grocery list. Mr. Puffer and I do a fridge and pantry inventory as I jot down what we need, and then I rewrite the list, organizing it by the route I walk through the grocery store (produce, pantry, meat, dairy, and, finally, frozen). I know, it’s uber nerdy, but I love it.
When it came to planning the wedding, list-making was elevated from a fun hobby to an absolute necessity. The guest list, my shopping lists, and vendor information all needed to be documented and stored on Google Drive so I could access them whether I was at home or at work. (Not that I ever did wedding stuff at work…and if you believe that, I have a bridge I’d like you to tell you about.)
The Guest List
I’m definitely no pro when it comes to Microsoft Excel, but it was the only software I considered when building out the master guest list. I wanted the flexibility of categorizing, sorting, and hiding guests as Mr. Puffer and I determined which names would be on the final guest list and why. Having a master spreadsheet allows me to create sub-spreadsheets as needed for STDs, invites, and the rehearsal dinner. I unabashedly love it.
Hope you’re all prepared to see some pretty awkward photos of me today, because I’m sharing the results from my hair and makeup trials! This was the one aspect of wedding prep I was the most nervous about. Having someone else do my hair and makeup for the easily most photographed day of my life was stupidly stress inducing for me, a self-proclaimed control freak. Like a lot of ladies, I do my hair and makeup the exact same way every single day, and I’m not one for much experimentation in either of these areas. While I was nervous about giving free rein of my face and hair to a stranger, I knew without a doubt I would be hiring a professional to handle my wedding-day beautification.
Just to make sure my hair and makeup artist and I were on the same page, I scheduled an in-salon trial and started praying for the best. Several months ago I booked an incredibly awesome and experienced artist, Rikki from A Little Off the Top Salon. I was seriously impressed with her hair and makeup portfolio, and reached out to friends who had used her for their own wedding-day services. I arrived at the salon with a few inspiration photos in hand (er, on iPhone) and a nervous smile plastered on my face. As much as I trusted Rikki to do an amazing job, I wasn’t sure if I would be able to speak up for myself if I didn’t exactly love the final product, or if I wanted to try another style.
Rikki calmed my nerves with her upbeat personality and assured me that she wouldn’t let me leave her salon that day unless I completely loved my final looks. After about an hour and a half in her chair, I realized that I shouldn’t have worried at all. That lady is a hair and makeup magician, and I would trust her with my first born child. Seriously.
I dyed my hair a crazy color a few months back. It’s something I’ve always wanted the guts to do. I received 99.9% of my hair phenotypes from my mother. As a result, it’s always been straight and black, and refuses to form along anything other than a center part. My mother, however, has been blonde for all the time that I’ve known her. I’ve seen her dye it platinum, strawberry, brassy, and even streaky—but always blonde.
My mother, the OG Mrs. Black Cat (OK, so I lied. Apparently at one point she was a brunette, but I have no memory of this.)
Being in control of your appearance was always a grown-up thing, she showed me. She picked my outfits way past the point I think most people would think appropriate. But I get it, I’m her only daughter.