When it came time to put together save the dates, the ever-popular magnets seemed like a natural choice for us. For one thing, I knew we’d be sending them out kinda early (like, a-year-before-the-wedding-date early) because Cape Cod is a crazy place where last-minute vacations go to die thanks to thousands of people booking their hotel rooms months in advance. I wanted to make sure that everyone had plenty of time to book their travel and their accommodations, but I also knew that, if our guests were anything like us, a postcard or card was likely to get lost in the great post-holidays Christmas card refrigerator door purge. (OK, let’s be real: If they were *really* like us, Christmas cards would stay on their fridge, ignored until the next year, when they go to put the latest batch of cards up there and realize they still have their 2013 cards up. But I digress.) So, long story short, our save the dates needed to go up there and stay up there. Point one for magnets.
And, for another thing, brainiac Mr. Hammer feels the same way Jesse Pinkman does about magnets:
Once we were done with all the pre-ceremony pictures, our family, bridal party, Mr. S, and I all boarded a shuttle bus from the Liberty Warehouse in Red Hook to St. Charles in Brooklyn Heights. By this time it was rush hour on a Friday night and we hit a bit of traffic, so what usually is a 15 minute drive became a 30 minute drive. Although we were running almost an hour behind schedule for our first look pictures, we ended up being “only” 15 minutes late to the church.
Guys, I really suck at coming up with blog titles. (Which I know is super obvious). Anyway, this was the first thing that popped into my head. And, now I’m singing Boyz II Men in my head. This song played at my eighth grade graduation. #Old. Anyway, sing along with me!
It is really hard to say goodbye. Where do you start? What do you say?
Since the weather was a spiteful 19 degrees in Albany this morning, I thought some talk about vacation would bring some warmth to this seemingly endless winter.
Prior to the wedding, Mr. Crab and I decided that we would take a short trip after the wedding to reflect and relax and that we would plan a longer, more elaborate trip for the spring. A few weeks after we returned to Albany after the wedding, we started talking about plans for the big trip, which Mr. C started calling “the mega-moon.” I was determined to find a way to plan the trip we dreamed about that we could afford.
If you’ll recall my dream was to vacation in a place that looked like this:
I have a vivid childhood memory of attempting to make a flower crown out of dandelions. The idea of putting flowers in my hair was the coolest thing ever. The problem with dandelions is the weedy glue-like juices (getting technical here) that drip out of the stem stain. I remember things taking a turn for the worse when my grandmother got mad at me for completely ruining my white shirt. Flower crown fail.
As I have been focusing on pulling together my bridal look, the one thing I am continuously drawn to is flower crowns (big surprise there, I’m sure). I have this weird pull to them and extreme admiration. I also had another sense of apprehension and uncertainty over whether a flower crown was the right choice for me on our wedding day. If I’m being completely honest, I had this fear that I couldn’t pull it off. Mr. Narwhal doesn’t know whether or not I will have one; however, he has predicted that I will.
So, that apprehension eventually led to the decision to let go and just commit to it. I knew that if I didn’t go for it, I would always wonder “what if” and regret my decision to play it safe. So, flower crown it is, and inspiration was needed. There are so many different beautiful options out there, so indulge me while I share some of my favourite bridal eye candy.
Once we were finished with family portraits, we left the parents, aunts, and uncles in the warmth of the Liberty Warehouse bridal suite to continue noshing on snacks and beverages while we and our bridal party headed out into the tundra in the name of dreamy outdoor bridal-party portraits.
Mr. S and I had already had a taste of the wind and cold during our bridal portraits, but our bridesmaids and groomsmen were experiencing it for the first time. Lots of whoooeees and haaahhhhs were yelped when it got gusty.
In typical man fashion, the groomsmen were complaining more about the frigid temperature than the bridesmaids. Us ladies had to remind them that they were lucky to be wearing wool suit jackets while the womenfolk had to go bare shouldered in flimsy (but gorgeous) dresses. Buck up boys. If the girls can do it, so can you.
Thankfully, Erica and Justin worked quickly and simultaneously (Justin with the boys and Erica with the girls), and our guys and gals were absolute troopers for the 20 minutes that we spent outside. Plus, at this point, we were running quite late to our ceremony so the time had to be made up somewhere.
You know I wasn’t sneaking out of the hive without participating in the Secret Life series, right? I love ongoing series(es?), and who doesn’t want to know more bee “secrets?”
Here’s my version:
I love Harry Potter
Given the names of my cats (Sirius and Bellatrix), I’m sure that wasn’t a huge stretch for you guys to make. But, I’m seriously a big fan. I’ve read all the books multiple times, and my (lame) claim to fame is that I have seen every single movie in the theater on opening day. Mr. BC is such a good sport about it too… I dragged him to he saw four out of eight HP movies with me! We also got all dressed up and went to the Deathly Hallows midnight release party at Barnes and Noble.
Also, Mr. BC and I went to Orlando in 2010, the summer The Wizarding World of Harry Potter opened. We had a blast and loved it! Now that they’ve expanded, I can’t wait to go back.