All photos by the wonderful Robert Gigliotti!
After having a bit of a restless night, I woke up on W.M. (Wedding Morning) well before my alarm. I spent some time alone in prayer, took a long shower, and blow dried my hair at a leisurely pace. It felt lovely to not be rushed.
My shoes—and sixpence—were also ready to do this thing.*
A little before 9:00 AM, my mom arrived and we walked across the street to get pretty while my sister finished up with the bouquets. I had my hair done first, and Krista, my stylist, gave me the nicest compliment ever when she exclaimed, “What product did you use today?! It feels like a different head of hair!!” (The product in question is Living Proof’s Full, a thickening mousse that really does wonders. HIGHLY recommended.)
I did not actually wear the hotel robe outside the hotel, if that wasn’t clear.
I finished with Krista and loved the body and volume she gave me in my updo. We chose from the hair accessories (the less expensive one—yay) and secured it before I went over to get my face put on by Rebecca. My mom’s makeup session was just wrapping up, and my sister was on her way to her hair appointment. Well-oiled machine, really. As my sister and I had already gotten our nails** done on Thursday before the bachelorette, we were fully groomed and ready to go.
On our way back to the hotel, we picked up some quiche and soups from Hendrickx, a wonderful Belgian bakery right next to the studios. As was my MO that week, I barely touched the food, but it was a nice thought. This was also when my wonderful friends arrived to help me finish getting ready.
L&L, bouquet masters
As I mentioned before, I didn’t have traditional bridesmaids, but I honestly don’t know what I would have done if these girls hadn’t insisted on coming to be with me. They immediately jumped into whatever task needed doing: wrapping the bouquets with ribbon, fixing stray strands of hair, volunteering to be stewards of the veil, and exuding lots and lots of enthusiasm. I didn’t think I cared about “getting ready” pictures (case in point: no photographer at hair and makeup), but these are some of my favorite photos.
These girls, man.
I put on my undergarments (Spanx, natch) and my dress and jewelry, and there you have it! It seemed like it should take longer, but the transformation into Bride was complete. Robert took the requisite photos of buttoning the dress and so on, and then went off to scout a location for my first look with Benjamin.
I asked my seamstress to add a sash to my dress. Much better.
A final note: You may have noticed that I haven’t really mentioned how I was feeling at this point. It’s because I literally can’t find the words to describe it. I was excited and nervous, yes, but it seemed so much more…confusing than that. I think my emotional turmoil was, at least in part, due to the fact that I was kind of dreading everyone staring at me all day. I mean, I’m a teacher, so I have whole rooms of people staring at me EVERY day, and yet…this was so different. It was intimidating, but if you’re a bride that is worried about this too, I will say: the waiting really is the hardest part. Once the ceremony starts, you’ll be carried on a tide of joy, I promise. 🙂
My mom, ball of nerves, my sister
Before we get to the church, though, we have to do some picture-taking! First look and a crazy, bow-tied dog—up next, on Sixpence recaps!
*Real talk: The sixpence was moving about in my shoe and really annoying me, so I stuck it into the foot of my nylons. I feel like it still counts.
**Gel manicure. Amazing. DO IT.