I thought I’d take a break from all the honeymoon talk and post one of my favorite wedding projects.
I mentioned briefly when I posted about my makeup trial that I was expecting happy tears on our wedding day. I knew I would cry at our wedding because, the fact is, I cry at every wedding. I don’t even have to know the couple, which I found out when I was searching for a videographer and crying at all the sample videos. I love the profound emotions that are flowing on a wedding day, and I get all the feels.
Despite the fact that my tears are basically a foregone conclusion, I almost universally forget to pack tissues as a wedding guest. So when I saw pictures like this…
My bridesmaids planned a brunch at Water’s Edge restaurant on Shem Creek in Mount Pleasant. It was really neat because we sat outside in the “sun room” (quotes used because it was pouring rain all day!), but we had the perfect view across the creek of my and Mr. C’s wedding venue! It was fun to look at it and talk about the big day.
This weekend was my bridal shower hosted by my lovely bridesmaids. I am STILL overwhelmed at how beautiful EVERYTHING turned out. I know my bridesmaids have been planning this shower for a while now, and so they were also so excited at my reaction when I walked in. It was way more awesome than I ever could have imagined.
I walked in (fashionably late, of course, with cupcakes in tow—oops) and just cried. I was just so overwhelmed with how everything looked. I think I just kept hugging them and telling them thank you over and over the entire afternoon.
Now I know you remember me telling you guys that I’m planning a very large wedding. Not because I am inviting every T, D & H, but because we both come from HUGE families. Both of our fathers have 10 siblings and we each have first cousins in the 20 or 30 range, and in our 15 years of knowing one another, we have accumulated a lot of mutual friends! So that means my shower had 80 guests! It was so awesome to just be in the same room with all my family and close friends at the same time.
For thousands of years, lovers have exchanged rings as a token of their vows. These rings represent your gifts to each other as you wear them through the years. They will collect their nicks and scratches. Take on their own personalities much like both of you will. They may get a little scarred on the outside as you might too. But during many of those times, notice if you take your ring off and you look on the inside of the band and it is perfect, shiny, and brand new and so may it be with your love of each other.
One of the aspects of the wedding that I’ve struggled somewhat with is my bridal look. My day-to-day look is pretty low maintenance. Most often, I allow my hair to air dry, and my daily makeup routine takes about four minutes from start to finish. While I can glam it up on occasion, hair and makeup is admittedly not my forte!
For my wedding-day look, I wanted to look my best, but I also wanted to look like myself. Hair and makeup that is too fussy just wouldn’t feel like me! I have thin, straight hair that tends to fall flat after an hour or two, so I knew I wanted my hair up and styled, but the phrase “bridal updo” conjured up images of stiff, hair-sprayed styles, likely held together with hundreds of bobby pins. What I had in mind was more like this:
Wychmere Beach Club. Here we go, folks. This is the venue I Google-stalked obsessively for quite a while before we were actually engaged. But I mean, can you blame me? It’s a freakin’ wet dream (literally, in this weather…AMIRITE?).
Outdoor ceremony on either their hydrangea lawn (those sad-looking bushes in the back are lush, colorful hydrangea bushes in the summer)…
With my inspiration in mind, I was ready to play. I knew I wanted to have a black and white photo postcard with a splash of colour (which would play on the actual invitation suite I had already drafted).
By all accounts, I was told that Catholic church ceremonies pretty much run themselves, so I wasn’t too surprised when Father Ed told us we only needed 30 minutes to rehearse, nor was I worried when BM G told me she couldn’t get out of work early enough to make the rehearsal. I figured all we had to was stand in line, walk down the aisle, repeat after Father Ed, do a little kissing, and voila—we’d be officially married.
The week of our wedding was an intense one in NYC. Protests sparked by the grand jury’s decision not to indict on Eric Garner’s death were gaining momentum and by the Thursday night of our rehearsal, traffic in the city was insane.