We've got an ultra fantastic crew of ladies who are meeting up with us...I certainly hope you're one of them. :)
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But I didn't have a dress. And you get one real wedding day. If you elope, that's kind of it. And we would still would have to say goodbye for six months...I'd just be bidding my husband adieu, rather than kissing my fiance goodbye. That sounded even worse. And let's face it: I might as well spend my newly-engaged time tinkling with wedding projects, rather than spend my first newlywed year sadly watching episodes of Modern Family and eating pints of Half Baked, waiting for the hubs to finish his time in Baghdad.
So we didn't. And most of the time I'm glad, because the silly girl inside does still want a dress, a wedding, a weekend with my nearest and dearest...killer photos to show the kiddos someday. This girl's throwin' a wedding. And I'm so excited about it. But dang, that ish is expensive and a lil' stressful.
And here's the stress: Wedding perfection. I've kept my distance from wedding blogs and magazines for the past three weeks, because rather than feeling inspired when I read pages and pages of pastel candy-coated nuptial perfection, I'm left feeling waaaahh-waaah. Because Gabe and I don't look like models. Or have a mint green vintage car to drive off in. Because my father isn't going to build us a wedding barn with his own two hands. Because I can't fit in my grandmother's wedding dress. Because we can't whittle our own cake toppers. Because I can't sew my bridesmaids' dresses out of vintage fabric. Because I'm not a graphic designer, and I can't screenprint our invitations onto vintage hankies.
As you can imagine, the "can't" list goes on and on. But I have to be done with "can't", otherwise I risk spending multiple bridezilla-esque months hyperventilating over a specific shade of Sea Breeze Green...rather than infusing our wedding with love and our personality. Even if our day doesn't rival the weddings of Martha Stewart magazine or 100 Layer Cake, we can make an entirely beautiful-to-us day.
So here's my wedding can-do list:
Brides, brides-to-be or girls who simply like to dream in advance:
How do you avoid feeling inferior + getting overwhelmed by ultra creative wedding blogs, magazines and books?
After taking a tour of the historic hotel and getting an eyeful of our rooftop terrace with an unobstructed view of the Eiffel Tower, we walked through the Jardin des Tuileries, past the Louvre and across the Seine River to the Musee d'Orsay. That afternoon, I cried while gazing at vivid Van Goghs and dreamy Degas ballet canvases. Gabriel was considerably less moved by the artwork, but enjoyed it none-the-less. After maxing out on art history, we started on our hand-in-hand walk back to the hotel, taking the long way up the Champs-Élysées, pausing to ogle the Arc de Triomphe and Ladurée, whose line was too long to even consider sneaking in for a macaron.
He is technical, and I am creative.
He is steady and I am an emotional mess.
He is stick-to-it-iveness embodied, and I...well, I am not.
He is logical, and I am whimsical.
He is softspoken, and I am likely to be heard in a room.
He is athletic, and I'm artistic.
He is right brained, and I am all left.
Yet regardless of all these differences, there is a balance that makes life better for both of us. I can tie his bows and he can troubleshoot my software...so to speak. There are gentle, kind moments, thoughtfully supportive words and cheerful laughs. There's elated talk of the future, savoring of the present and turning over of the past.
Whether from six thousand miles away or six inches apart, our love simply works. And so, he will become my husband. And I will become his wife.
We couldn't be any happier. :)
1. Please note that I should have begun vlogging in baby steps: start behind a friendly webcam and move forward from there. That allows one to unlearn any awkward body movements + creepy smiles, as well as stage a position that minimizes arm flab. As you're about to see, I've removed neither. Au natural, baby. That's how I like it.
2. My hair looks wild. It rained all day and we walked all day with the lamest umbrellas you've ever seen. 'Nuff said.
3. Behind the camera sits approximately seventeen terraces overlooking the Eiffel Tower. Gabe and I shot this sucker with an iPhone as fast as possible, given that wealthy, attractive people were mingling within eye + ear shot. I was more frightened than that one time in third grade when I gave a speech on making the perfect peanut butter and jelly sandwich. And that was the time I almost threw up.
I promise it's quite not as grainy as the still shot below, so watch away! If you're the winner, email me at email@example.com... and the gift card will come to your doorstep. :)
Bonsoir, lovelies! I am here in beautiful Paris...still a little jet lagged...but trying my darnedest to snap into tourist mode and drink in all there is to see.
It seems our lot in travels abroad for Gabe and I to experience awful, awful luck with Internet and gorgeous Pair-ee has been no exception. Currently I am penning this post from an iPad...something I would liken to attempting to play a children's keyboard with sausages for fingers. Gabe has already interrupted a few cuss-filled fights between the Pad, Internet and I, and I can ensure that the longer I attempt to type, the more fearsome these battles shall become.
To that end, I am going to forego sharing any photos or attempting to upload any videos announcing the winner of the AnthroGiveaway and will instead pronounce Wednesday evening and all of Thursday as days for Erin's Rule!!
For those new to Erin's Rule, the rule is named after my dear blog friend Erin, who is always delightfully eager to win giveaways. The rule is this:
On the final day of a giveaway, all readers shall have an extra shot at commenting on the giveaway post and increasing their chances to win the prize.
That's it...it really is that easy! So get to gettin'...and by Friday I will hopefully have found an Internet connection stable enough to upload photos and my first vlog announcing the winner!
No, I did not make my own potpourri. But that would have been awfully Martha Stewart of me, no? But this post is pretty potpourri. Usually I try to keep posts fairly centered on one subject 'round here, but given that I'm sans internet at home, I'm stuck making trips to my friendly local coffee shop to steal their 'net and catch up on my e-mail, blogs, etc. And a girl can only afford so many chai lattes, right? So, I'm about to bundle five posts into one.
Ready to get your grab bag on? Okay.
one : : : Aliva over at Alivia Thinks This was sweet enough to choose me as her Featured Blogger of the Month! Alivia is a fantastic curator of photos, words and stories, both her own and those of others...her blog is a great place to stock up on your daily dose of beautiful. I was completely honored when she chose to feature me. I wrote a little piece that she'll be sharing in the next few days, so I'll be sure to link over when that happens. In the meantime, check her out. We love her.
two : : : Shannon and I are still getting emails about the Always Bloggy in Philly Meet Up...which we're totally jazzed about. We're asking anyone interested to drop us an email by Thursday, June 30th so we can move forward with our planning! :) I'm so excited to finally meet some of the girls that I've "known" for several years, but have never seen face to face!
three : : : Don’t forget to enter my Anthropologie Giveaway. You could buy this candle, it's my favorite ridiculously-priced Anthro splurge…or this sweet summer top…or these mugs for your entire family…or, okay I’ll stop. You get the point.
four : : : Alright, there isn’t a four. Except to say…have a fantastic day.
one: : : my 25th birthday
two: : : my first ever trip to Paris
three: : : reuniting with my love, who I haven't seen in over four months
I am having such a difficult time keeping my excitement bottled up. I've found myself pacing up and down my new apartment hall...full of energy but unable to focus on a single thing. Though I'm totally moved in to my new place, I haven't unpacked a single box. Cannot. Focus.
So, in order to celebrate this trifecta of beautiful awesomeness, I've decided to give away my very, very favorite thing: