It’s the most wonderful time of the year! Time to buy all the things! And get all the things bought for you! I always think I like shopping because I used to go to the mall weekly when I was a teenager, and sometimes I forget that I’m an actual adult now. But then I go to the mall and I end up muttering swear words under my breath and wishing I had a walker that could function as a weapon on an as-needed basis. So basically internet shopping and gift guides are a lifesaver for me. Well, they’re a lifesaver for the people I otherwise would have taken out with my walker at the mall.
That doesn’t mean I won’t shout obscenities at my computer and/or internet connection.
Anyway, here’s what I’m planning on buying this year, from the comfort of my gray-and-white-polka-dot pajama pants (yep, still obsessed).
WHAT I WANT (Save the best for first, amirite?)
Travel coffee mugs
Image via ThinkGeek
Maybe I could trick my coworkers into thinking I’m smart if I have this travel mug with SCIENCE on it!
Everyone told me not to put my travel mugs in the microwave and dishwasher, and I was all like “YEAH WHATEVER!” I thought that was one of those things adults forbid themselves from doing because they’re obsessed with self-imposed rules that make their lives more difficult (have you noticed that??) such as “no eating crackers in bed” and “don’t throw old coffee grounds down the drain.” But then I put my travel mugs in the dishwasher, and now one of them permanently tastes like dish soap, and the other got water stuck up inside the lining and will probably grow mold. Failing as an adult.
Recently, I attended a wedding shower for the lovely lady who is marrying one of Mr. G’s brothers. I love the girl and it’s awesome that Mr. G’s family keeps growing and giving me more people to enjoy!
My MIL and SIL were two of the shower hosts, and when they mentioned they were in charge of centerpieces as well as some other things, I quickly volunteered to take over the centerpieces. It worked out great because 1) I live for craft projects and 2) it gave my SIL more time to concentrate on the oodles of delicious cupcakes she was baking for the shower.
There were no colors picked for the shower, but it was loosely Disney themed (because the two got engaged at Disney World), so I picked up that theme and ran with it.
I was up for anything, but my main goal was something I could make or make pieces of beforehand because I would need 10 of these to travel up to my in-laws with me, and then on to the shower from there.
I was inspired by this image from Etsy. It’s clearly for a birthday party, but it gave me a good jumping off point. (All of the following are personal photos unless otherwise noted.)
After that, I turned to Adobe Illustrator to create the pieces I knew I’d need. I knew I wanted a Mickey head with the happy couple’s name cut out of it. I planned to cut it out using the SCAL software and my Cricut. Unfortunately, I have a smaller Cricut that can only cut up to the size 6″x12″, but I remedied that by cutting the Mickey ears out separately from the rest of the head.
Three hundred sixty-five days ago, I put on a white dress and married my best friend. I can’t believe it’s been a year already. Happy anniversary, love.
Hey there, hive! Remember me? It’s been a while. I wanted to pop by with an update on one very important thing: my name.
Last time we left off, I had decided I was going to change my name when Mr. T and I got married. I always knew I would change my name when I got married. I like the idea of having a family name, and it was important to Mr. T that I take his name. Plus, I was never very attached to my maiden name. But as the saying goes, you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.
I decided early on in our engagement that I would change my name to Molly Middle Married. Four months after the wedding, I officially changed my name. When I looked at the little pieces of plastic in my wallet, it felt odd to see a new name. Who was this new person? She looked like me, but I didn’t recognize her name.
I told myself that I would adjust, that I would grow accustomed to that new combination of letters, but I felt uneasy with my decision. After a few months, that uneasiness turned into regret. I wished I could take back my name. I wished I hadn’t callously thrown it away with little thought. Despite what I thought, I was attached to it. That name was me for two-and-a-half decades. That name was printed at the top of college newspaper articles and in high school yearbooks. It was on trophies, diplomas, and the dean’s list for several semesters. It was announced when I walked across the stage at my high school, college and law school graduations. That name is a major part of who I am, and I wanted it back.
When the party bus pulled up to the church, it was still drizzling a bit so the driver escorted me inside. Fancy!
(All photos by rock stars Ryan & Sarah of Miller + Miller Photography unless otherwise noted.)
Then the girls and I waited in the back room of the church while the boys were getting ready. Our videographer ever pinned the boutonnieres onto all the guys because they didn’t know how!
“Looking for cute and affordable favors? Put the treat of your choice in adorable boxes from Weddingbee Favors!”
While we were getting ready and eating lunch, Mr. G and his groomsmen were getting dressed at a nearby hotel. Our husband & wife photog team really saved the day here, as Sarah was with us ladies, and Ryan was able to be with the menfolk.
(All photos by rock stars Ryan & Sarah of Miller + Miller Photography unless otherwise noted.)
Mr. G started to get ready, and we made sure to have a special photo of his tattoo.
Okay hive, Mr. Giraffe has been teasing me forever, always saying, “So, how are your recaps going?” I always wished I finished them, so that’s what I’m gonna do.
We left off on my wedding day morning. After getting my hair done, my bridesmaids and I got dressed at my mom’s house. (I guess it was my house too because I was still living there at the time? Oh, to be young again!)
(All photos by rock stars Ryan & Sarah of Miller + Miller Photography)
While I was eating lunch, my dress & accessories were posing for glamor shots.
As a flower lover, I loved my bouquet more than I even imagined. Whenever I see hydrangeas now, I think about our wedding day.
Long time no see, hive! Mr. Unicycle and I recently celebrated our one year anniversary, and I couldn’t believe it had been so long since our wedding.
Photo by Jennifer Shaffer Photography
The rehearsal time we were given by Embassy Suites was 8:00 PM (it was either that or 4:00 PM), and I think we started pretty close to on time, which was shocking considering the amount of interviews we were trying to cram into the hour of seven to eight o’clock. At first no one was sure what to do and the atrium looked like this:
Once I did quick head count to make sure everywhere was there, it was time for Pastor P to take over and begin the rehearsal.
Hello hive! Happy June! It feels like I’ve been gone forever, but it’s only been a little over a month since my last honeymoon post. I had to wait a bit longer for my professional photos (which was really difficult), but I’m happy to report they were worth the wait because they are insanely amazing! And they make me miss our wedding day tenfold.
Luckily I get to relive it in epic detail with all of you and I’m totally pumped about that. So let’s get these recaps started, shall we?
For those of you who aren’t as familiar with my story as others, here are a few highlights of my time as a blogger on Weddingbee:
Engagement photo by Jennifer Jackson
I joined the hive declaring it was my dream come true (and it was). My other half Mr. Sword (who proposed to me at the top of the John Hancock building) is from Scotland but didn’t have a family tartan to wear at our wedding, so we decided to design and create our own. Even though it turned out better than we could ever imagine, it only came about after some disagreeing between me and Mr. Sword and many opinions from the hive.
Today marks eight months since the day we said “I do.”
Nowadays, life is less about cake flavors and seating charts and more about watching Parks and Recreation on Netflix while sharing a bottle of wine.
A lot of commenters have asked me about what it was like to plan a wedding while also studying for the bar exam. It’s that time of year again, so I figured I’d address that now.
Studying for the bar exam was, without a doubt, one of the hardest things I have ever done. Maybe THE hardest thing I’ve ever done. It was time-consuming, intellectually challenging, and physically and emotionally exhausting. You know what else is all of those things? Wedding planning. So here are my tips on how to combine the two without going insane.
Choose your date wisely.
The busiest time of studying for the bar exam is the last month before the wedding. The busiest time of wedding planning is the last six to eight weeks before the wedding. Unless you have a lot of help, I would recommend picking a wedding date that’s at least two months after the bar exam. We got married exactly two months and four days after I finished the bar exam, and I’m happy that we had that much time in between the two.
Well, my recaps are done, and I can’t think of any other posts to write. So, I guess my time at Weddingbee is over. All right, see ya, hive! It’s been real!
Just kidding, I think you deserve more of a good-bye than that. Which is to say, I’d like to write a few more paragraphs. You know, milk it for all it’s worth.
In an attempt to be helpful and share my infinite wedding-planning knowledge with brides who haven’t yet reached The Other Side, I decided to put together a list of sources for all sorts of wedding-y things that I discovered when I was planning. Consider this my Weddingbee dissertation. Actually, consider this my bibliography.
Vendors: If you’re not in the Chicagoland area, this probably won’t be helpful.
Image via Jennifer Shaffer Photography
You know how celebrities always say they were nerds in high school, but what they really mean is they got good grades and participated in school sponsored activities, and probably got lightly teased by their friends for not being bad at math? Like Cady Heron basically. That’s not me. I wasn’t a fake nerd. But I also wasn’t a real nerd, either. (Sticking with the Mean Girls analogy, I wasn’t a “sexually active band geek,” though at my school it was more like “sexually active Model U.N. kids” because I swear those people went through every permutation of coupling imaginable.) I got good grades and took AP classes and all that jazz, but I wasn’t nerdy enough (or cool enough?) to be friends with the actual nerds.
Starting high school was kind of a shock to me. I had graduated eighth grade with a class of 25 and entered high school with a class of over 700. I was extremely, painfully shy and uncomfortable in my own skin, and I was hesitant to talk to people unless they reached out to me first. Actually, some vestiges of that personality still remain. Just last week, someone told me they were shocked by my blogging voice because it didn’t fit with my shy personality. So you guys get the real me, I guess
But let’s be real here, I looked like this. And that was me after a slumber party makeover. And after I’d discovered the straightening iron.
I was too awkward to talk to boys in high school, let alone go to dances with them, let alone date them. My core group of friends were all too scared to talk to boys. I literally talked to like five boys during my time in high school, and none of them were actual friends. I went to one homecoming dance with a group of girls, and then some friends awkwardly arranged my date for prom senior year.