Monday, September 27, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Saturday, September 18, 2010
I was so hungover I was crying. Finally I dragged myself out of bed to prevent Daveroo from trying to feed me something awful like egg whites and spinach and I fried mushrooms, bacon, bread and egg and drank an entire pot of tea. Then I was healed. I know you were wondering.
I took a better picture of breakfast but you could actually see the fat glistening on every mouthful and I didn't want to share that with you so graphically.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
I feel like fall but no one told North Carolina, it's still hot. Still muggy. I still have to run the window unit air conditioner all night long. Uncool. I have been looking forward to wearing this coat that I found in my family's (big theatre nerds all) costume box this summer and claimed as my own. I am also looking longingly at this. And wishing it were 1989 in New York and cold and crisp and crunchy and that big hair was cool and that I worked at an imaginary publishing company and wore big glasses and that Mary was Carrie Fisher and that David was much shorter and balding. I'm eccentric. Leave me alone.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
I tried on 12 dresses and cried in two fitting rooms (I mean you Banana Republic) and finally found this which fit so I bought it. It's white and not my wedding but I figure with black shoes and a black cardigan I will be groovy. What do you think about wearing white to someone else's wedding?
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
The cake came from our friendly neighborhood farmer's market cupcake lady. She made the cake, dropped it off with Meghan-the-day-of-coordinator and then at the last minute we decided that my little tiny peg people should go on the regular cake. Because I'm crafty darn it. Crafty. She also arranged some extra flowers around it. My youngest sister at it for breakfast every day for a week after the wedding. It was so unbelievably delicious. I remember reading somewhere on APW about a couple who served cake to everyone and we hadn't really thought about who was going to serve the cake so I ended up doing it. Which gave me a chance to speak to everyone who wanted cake and made me feel like a real hostess, I loved it. I also managed to resist feeding David cake. Which. I. Did. Not. Want. To. Do.
If anyone in Western or Central Maryland or South Central PA wants a fantastic farmers market cake tasting like magic, shoot me an email and I will hook you up. I have all the hook-ups.
All photos by Shaun Yasaki
Thursday, September 2, 2010
I had been saving jars upon jars to pour the candles into and we used the rest for the centerpieces. None of them looked the same and we all just kind of went for it. People advised me to do a test run but I was poor and lazy (and still am) so I just decided to go for it when the flowers arrived and we did.
Gorgeous bridesmaids and sister put together flower arrangements
We arranged all the flowers in buckets and cookers and two of my bridesmaids, my Oldest-and-Best-Friend who DIYed her flowers in December and my sisters and I went to town. We made our own bouquets just sort of gathering them up and handing them off and that veteran friend wrapped the bouquets with floral tape and navy ribbon (something blue!)
Littlest sister rocks the hell out of flower arrangements
Maid of honor turned out to be florist extraordinaire
Now for the specifics: I kept looking for these when I was planning and I couldn't really find much. I had 400 stems, and spent less than $500 and we had SO many flowers. There were six bridesmaids bouquets, my bouquet, two little flower girl bouquets, twenty-table arrangements, four alter arrangements and heaps and heaps left over. We filled every vase in my parents house and there were flowers everywhere. It took a lot longer than I might have anticipated, there were seven of us and it took several hours to sort everything out. And the mess. There was a really big mess. My dad got the job of carrying all the stems and leaves to the compost bin.