Money’s a tough subject because (I think) the conversation immediately becomes one of comparison. That’s not my intention with this post because at the end of day, whether the budget is $1,000 or $10,000, or $100,000, it’s all a lot of money and I think every bride struggles with where to prioritize funds. Researching realistic wedding budgets was what brought me to Weddingbee to begin with and I think it would be somewhat hypocritical of me not to disclose our actual budget breakdown before wrapping up my time here.
I will preface this post by saying, please be kind. It appalls no one more than me how many dollar bills we put into this wedding and I know all too well it was an obscene amount of money for one day. That said, I wouldn’t change a thing. For the rest of my life, I’ll get the warm and fuzzies whenever I think back to our wedding, and I can’t put a value on that. OK, here we go. This is going to hurt. A lot.
reBar’s closing definitely threw me for a loop, especially when it came to our budget. We could estimate that based on a 150 person guest list we’d be spending $27,000 on venue and staff (including tip), catering, alcohol, DJ, and cake/cupcakes. And so when we splurged in some other areas (i.e, photography, videography, my dress, etc., I felt OK about it because the deal we were getting at reBar offset those higher costs. When reBar shut down, the whole budget went to shit because (1) no other venue could match reBar’s deal and (2) we were committed to vendors that we had already booked and overspent on. So while we started with a budget of $45,000, that was re-assessed to $55,000* upon reBar’s closing. We did recoup some of the extra expense via the wedding insurance, but I’m getting a bit ahead of myself. OK, I was stalling there for a bit, but I’m really gonna do it now. Just like a Band-Aid.
Number of guests: 150
Location: Brooklyn, NY
Date: December 12, 2014
Type: Catholic church ceremony followed by an evening progressive cocktail reception
OK, guys, ready for the epic tale of my unhealthy fixation on letterpress? It goes a little something like this…
Late 1990s: In my elementary school classes, I became obsessed with filling a notebook page with notes (written in pen only), flipping the page over, and running my fingers over the raised reverse-lettering on the back. I was an odd child. To this day, I insist on taking all my notes in pen, never pencil.
Spring 2010: On a whim, I took a letterpressing class in my last semester of college, “just for funsies.” I ended up spending more time on that class than I did on all my other classes combined (senioritis, what?). I just loved the classy twist on my pen indentations. Turns out, I’m not the only weirdo who likes to run her fingers over tactile print!
It was around this time (or maybe it was a year or two later—at this point, who knows) that I first heard about the L letterpress and the DIY letterpress possibilities. Somewhere in the back of my brain, I thought that maybe someday I would make our wedding invitations with one.
This post contains a lot of information, so my apologies if it seems a tad bit convoluted!
After a whole lot of planning, and attention to detail, we were suddenly on the eve of our stag and doe, with a house full of supplies and alcohol. We hosted a little get-together with some of our bridal party and family, making Jello shooters, preparing food, and getting the last of everything organized.
On Saturday morning, GM Coach met us at our house, we loaded up both of our vehicles, and we headed to the Hall to set up. GM JB and BM Mel met us there, and we all got busy unloading and figuring out how to arrange everything. My parents also came with a load of things, and helped get everything mostly set up.*** We all went home for a few hours to get ready and met back up at 5:00 PM to go over the night and eat pizza.
All photos personal
En route to the hall with GM Coach and Nelson (who made a short appearance)
I’m 38. He’s 44. We’ll each be saying “I do” for the first time in November. Why it took so long for us to find each other, I have no idea. But once we did, we jumped into our relationship feet first, with no regrets.
I’ll never forget the first time I (sort of) told Mr. Puffer I loved him. We were at a pizza joint not far from my apartment, grabbing a quick bite before we were to meet my brother and his boyfriend at a local haunted house. (If you’re ever near Phoenixville, Pennsylvania in September/October, and you like being scared out of your wits, check out the Pennhurst Asylum. It’s rockin’.)
What we were discussing escapes me right now, but I remember we were dancing around the whole “do we have a future” topic. Finally, I think I said something around the lines of, “I could see a future with you.” And when he pressed me for more details, I’m pretty sure I added, “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
The entrance to our venue is a little closed off. You turn off the main road and go about 200 yards to a small intersection. The venue entrance is directly across that intersection, but hidden by large bushes, so we wanted people that aren’t familiar with the area to know how to get there. That’s when we came up with the idea for a little parking sign to get people where they need to be.
We bought two 2′x2′ pre-cut pieces of plywood from Lowe’s and two hinges. The idea was to make a sandwich board sign. Super simple if you ever need a sign for anything. Mr. Coral sanded and stained the wood so that it was beautiful.
Then, he added two hinges to make it fold open and closed.