It’s a Lovebug Drive-By - Hands Up, Suckahs!
July 23rd, 2008 @ 12:52 pm by Mrs. Lovebug
***sneaks in wearing Blue Blockers and trenchcoat***Pssst, hey! Over here! It’s me, Lovebug! This is totally an unofficial visit since I made my GREAT BIG DRAMATIC GRAND EXIT and all - but it seems my wedding well has a few more bucketfuls in it, after all. 
I had to pop by and mention my discovery of Wordle, because it has great potential for DIY fun. You enter in some text, and clickety-click: it generates a pretty little word cloud, weighted according to frequency. Brilliant for poems, random thoughts, favorite passages…and wedding ceremonies!
This is what I got when I entered in the text of our own ceremony:
Love and Laughter and a Fond Farewell
June 23rd, 2008 @ 1:00 pm by Mrs. Lovebug
The next sentence is going to suck, no two ways about it. Chances are, this is my last Weddingbee post. Told you it would suck.
After this, I’m pretty much out of professional photos to show you. Sure, I could pop up a year from now with some random shot of the bathroom baskets, but that’s not how I roll, yo. My fragile ego requires that I go out with a bang - and it doesn’t get much bang-y’er than your overwhelming response to my last set of posts.
And while Mrs. Corn is onto something brilliant with her Looking Back series, my own coulda/shoulda/woulda’s wouldn’t be much help. The few cosmetic changes I’d make to our wedding are trivialities, really. I was blessed with a day of no regrets.
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Mrs. Onion I Am Not
June 16th, 2008 @ 1:43 pm by Mrs. Lovebug
While Mr. Lovebug and I were posing for some fountain-side photos during cocktail hour, I suddenly remembered this adorable photo of the newly wed Mr. and Mrs. Onion:
(photo by Daria Bishop Photography)
Ridiculously sweet, right? You can almost hear the little *click!* of her heels neatly hitting the pavement. But the best part is Mr. Onion’s “and down you go, little lady!” expression.
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One Lucky Day, Con’t.: Shenanigans!
June 12th, 2008 @ 12:13 pm by Mrs. Lovebug
We’ll return to your regularly scheduled, sophisticated wedding in just a few moments. But right now, it’s time to get a little silly. Journey with me through some of the low (read: awesome) moments of the Lovebug nuptials. Some will call me crazy for sharing these ridiculous, unflattering shots. Some will call me shameless. But you guys are my peeps, and I couldn’t possibly deny you the comedy. Don’t make me regret it!
One Lucky Day, Con’t.: Bouquet Cutting and Cake Tossing
June 10th, 2008 @ 4:34 pm by Mrs. Lovebug
Ok, maybe not. But that would be an interesting twist on things, you have to admit. 
Magnificent moment though it is, slicing into your perfectly pretty wedding cake is painful, people. Forget freezing the top layer. I wanted to smuggle the whole thing out under my dress. Alas, we had to do it. We had to commit pastricide:
One Lucky Day, Con’t.: Reception Kick-Off
June 9th, 2008 @ 7:12 pm by Mrs. Lovebug
Waiting to walk down the aisle, I felt a sense of serene emptiness. Waiting to make our grand entrance as husband and wife, Mr. Lovebug and I were all butterflies and anticipation. We were nervous about our first dance - all those eyes on us! - but mainly, we were just anxious to talk to everyone, hear reactions to the ceremony (ok, maybe that was just me), and poppez le Champagne.
Funnily enough, as we waited around the corner and “hid”, some of our friends came trouping down the hall. “You’re not supposed to see us yet!” I whisper-yelled. But then it was an “Oh my god, I love your dress!”-fest with the girls I hadn’t seen earlier, while Mr. LB snuck a quick shot.
Suddenly, we were on! Our DJ was on a cordless microphone all night, so coordinating the entrance (and cake cutting, toasts, etc.) was seamless; “All I Want is You” by Barry Polisar kicked up, we took a deep breath, and headed into our wedding.
I’m not crazy about our entrance photos, but this one has two things going for it: 1) how I apparently shot off and left Mr. Lovebug a good three feet behind, and 2) my freakish, Linda Hamilton-esque arms:
One Lucky Day, Con’t.: Super Sweet Deets
June 6th, 2008 @ 1:31 pm by Mrs. Lovebug
Every wedding evolves, from conception to execution. For us, one of the things that changed the most during planning was our wedding cake. Mr. Lovebug and I originally wanted a topsy turvy, crazy, colorsplash of a cake. Then there was the typewriter key cake phase. Then it was a stenciled cake. But after showing Mr. LB this cake in one of Mrs. Shortcake’s posts, everything we thought we knew about what we wanted flew out the bakery window.
We realized we just wanted a pretty, delicious-looking cake. That’s it. Just something simple and sweet. And when we finally saw our baker’s creation, I was so glad we’d decided that. Blush pink, dotted, and utterly adorable, it ended up fitting our “Sweetest Type of Love” theme after all - it was so “sweet” looking, it made my fillings ache:
One Lucky Day, Con’t.: Details and Whatnots
June 4th, 2008 @ 3:45 pm by Mrs. Lovebug
Since I’d spent part of the day setting up the reception room, I knew more or less what it would look like that evening. But there were some things I hadn’t seen yet: the cake, most of the flowers, the completed candy buffet, or the uplighting - and in fact, I’d never actually seen our venue’s reception room at night!
So at the end of cocktail hour, when Mr. Lovebug and I ducked into the room for a minute before everyone started filing in, we were just enchanted with what we saw. Everything was so soft and rosy and glowing. The ambiance, combined with all the little touches, had transformed a rather average ballroom into a such a pretty space. It wasn’t dramatic or striking - but it was romantic, cozy, and inviting:
One Lucky Day, Con’t: Lovebugs, Ad Nauseum
June 3rd, 2008 @ 3:45 pm by Mrs. Lovebug
After we made our end-of-ceremony getaway, Mr. Lovebug and I ducked into the nearby bridal chamber to catch our breath and have our first minutes alone as husband and wife. Outside, we could hear our guests laughing, glasses clinking, and the string quartet starting up again:
One Lucky Day, Con’t: A Boy, A Girl, A Puppy
June 2nd, 2008 @ 3:08 pm by Mrs. Lovebug
…While Mr. Lovebug and I were exchanging vows, Chaucer the bling bearer was being a patient (if pant-y) little gentleman right around the corner:
