With a desired list of decorations in my hand and a love of vintage in my heart, I made my way to the beautiful barn that contains all of Treasured Rentals‘ goodies. Since I wanted to make a fun afternoon of it, I invited Bridesmaid Smiley along. This proved to be an awesome decision, since she kept me from renting everything in the store. Because basically, this GIF sums up the experience I had that afternoon…
There were no truer words to describe walking into a barn full of the most lovely, beautiful vintage wedding decorations, ready to be added to the rental list for my wedding. I may or may not have pinched myself upon first seeing it all. I liken it to a man walking into a showroom full of shiny new cars, mesmerized…except, my shiny new cars came in the form of old pretty stuff that I actually got to take out of the showroom and out for a spin (at least for the night).
Hey there, hive. I just wanted to apologize for my recent blogger absence. My amazing grandpa just passed away, so life has been a little chaotic. I though this would be a good place to shout from the proverbial rooftops—I love you, Grandpa Joe!! OK, back to the happy stuff!
A little story to start todays’ post out…
Seven Valentine’s Days ago, Mr. O and I made reservations at the Johnny Carino’s (Italian food…yummmm) here in Bend for a delicious lasagna dinner. Halfway through the meal, our waiter—a young gentleman, who looked to be about my age—got down on bended knee and handed me a box of chocolates. Mr. O and I were both squirming a little (Umm, hello?! Can’t you see we’re on a date here? With each other?!) when he told us that the restaurant staff had decided to give us the annual award of “sweetest Valentine’s Day couple.” Then a group of retirement home carolers serenaded us with love songs while we ate. Oh. Em. Gee. Proudest moment of my life.
So, every year on Valentine’s Day, we’ve returned to Johnny Carino’s in pursuit of the sweetest couple award. We never won again. We actually never even saw anyone else get *our* box of chocolates and the waiter on bended knee and the geriatric carolers, so maybe it’s not something they do anymore. But I tell ya, once you get a taste of being the sweetest person in an Italian restaurant…you want more.
Wedding invitations are a special thing—they really set the tone for an event. They convey formality, theme, and even the excitement of an upcoming big day. However, as much as this might hurt some of you avid DIYers’ or letterpress lovers’ hearts, they end up right in the trash. If not immediately, then right after the wedding, for sure. For that reason, I set myself a pretty low wedding paper budget. I wanted them to be beautiful, but not suck up too much cash. I think that we hit the sweet spot on the head.
Despite all of our unconventional wedding decisions thus far, our wedding guestbook comes in a fairly traditional format: a book. There are dozens of guestbook alternative ideas out there that can reflect a couple in a creative way, but we decided that a lovely book would work well for us because it is easy to store and fun to look at.
I researched a number of photo-book publishing sites and ended up deciding on MyPublisher, the same printer I had used for my bridesmaid mini books. MyPublisher runs deals and coupon codes pretty regularly, so I carefully observed my inbox for a few weeks before placing my order.
I chose the “classic hardcover” size, which is 11.25 x 8.75 inches. I think that this size will give enough space for our guests to sign.
Back when I was first scouring local photographers’ websites, I noticed some weddings had LSU’s mascot, Mike the Tiger, in attendance. I mentioned it to Sphinx and we both thought, “Well that’s a cool idea!” but we assumed it was stupid amount of money and went on with our lives. Some months later, I figured it wouldn’t hurt just to check into the cost. My makeup artist actually works for the LSU athletic department, and she was able to put me in touch with the right person over there. Turns out the price was not too ridiculous, but they did not book him until one month out from the event. At about ten months beforehand, that seemed like a lifetime away! So I decided to not mention it to Sphinx and just marked down the date in my wedding calendar. I figured if we couldn’t get Mike, he’d never be any the wiser, and if we could it’d be a great surprise.
And there’s nothing I love more than a good surprise.
Our sisters, MOH Curls and BM Dino, were the only ones I let in on the secret (besides the vendors that needed a heads up), and they actually made the offer to pay for Mike as a wedding gift for us. A gift that resulted in all of our guests making these faces? Epic!
So, as I said, Mr. H and I met in high school. But, naturally, the full story is a little more involved than that.
Earliest known photo of us—you’ll see this again in a later post!
My earliest memory of Mr. H is from sixth grade math class. He brought in a shoebox of chocolate chip cookies (I would later learn it’s his family’s famous recipe) and passed them around for the class to share. Oddly enough (considering that most things in my life are food motivated), I didn’t immediately start stalking him. Instead, we proceeded along our parallel paths for the rest of middle school and most of high school, ignoring each other in our shared nerdy classes and even an extracurricular or two (Science Olympiad and National Honors Society, anyone? yikes.).
Also note: This was all written in good fun and is not to be taken seriously.
I found it kind of hard to imagine myself ever having a bridezilla moment. I mean, yes, I love details and I can be a bit of a control freak; however, more than those things, I care about the people around me and would never treat someone poorly in the name of my wedding. I also don’t get angry very often.
Well, wedding planning can surprise you.
It’s all too easy to lose perspective when you’re emotionally invested in something.
So, that’s why I lost my sh*t when somebody stole our hashtag.