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Today's vintage wedding comes courtesy of Kristy of Moodeous Photography's parents. I don't know what it is about these decades old weddings that makes me cry like a baby, but they do. And this one did particularly. So if you're in your cubicle, be wary of the tears. And without further ado, Kristy's lovely parents, on their wedding day 32 years ago:

Linda had chosen Bill long before they even spoke. She was a member of the EMT squad in her hometown and he was a firefighter. She had spotted him on the job out on calls  and noticed that he was a pretty handsome specimen. So she set out to meet this fella with the help of her friends. Assisted by a boyfriend (ex? the details are murky) who recruited my father onto the EMT squad and then by another friend who fixed the schedule so their duties would overlap, my mom laid the ground work for their marriage. But as my Dad describes it, he wasn't an unsuspecting victim. While a fireman, he recalls, "There was this one call on 232 with an overturned truck and gray matter all over the road where I saw this beautiful blond..." He became an EMT shortly thereafter.

They won't elaborate much on the proposal (and probably with good reason), but I do know three things: 1) My father did not ask his father in law for my mother's hand, 2) There was no ring accompanying the proposal, because my father *ahem* had no pockets at the time, and 3) My mother said yes.

My parents were married on Friday March 23, 1979 at 5pm in my mother's parent's home. 75 people were in attendance and I'm told it's a wonder the old farm house floors didn't fall through the way they creaked and groaned. My mother told my Grandfather she'd only invited 60 guests so he wouldn't get upset and refuse to hold the wedding at his aging home.

My mother had been married once before in a much more elaborate affair involving a church, a much fancier dress, a sit down dinner and closer to 100 people. From her previous marriage, she also had a 9 year old son, my brother Dan, who was adopted by my father and incorporated into the wedding day. Dan walked my mom down the aisle and gave her away. It's one of my favorite photos from their wedding day. Continue reading Vintage Wedding: Linda & Bill, 1979

How To

Recently, we started a new part of our How-To series: posts on how to throw specific kinds of laid-back weddings (our first was the Beach Wedding). Because, weirdly, it seems like there are not very clear instructions on how you actually go about throwing simple weddings. So today, I'm beyond delighted that I was able to bribe Kathleen, of Jeremy & Kathleen, invitation designer, travelerentrepreneur, and stylish lady extraordinaire to talk about how she threw her At Home Wedding, what she learned, and what advice she has to give (And PS! After we scheduled this post, I found out that today is Jeremy & Kathleen's two year anniversary. Fate, huh? Congrats you guys!). Now, let's do this thing!

throwing an at-home wedding

{Yes, it was 2009 and yes I had a yellow balloon bouquet. I still love it.}

First, l was so flattered and thrilled when Meg asked me to write up a home wedding How To. I'm excited to share Jeremy and my wedding with you all. Here is what worked for us and what I would've done differently, and some funny stories while we're at it.

But before I get started, a disclaimer. This was a second wedding / marriage for both Jeremy and me. I had already had the big white wedding in the backyard of a mansion surrounded by twinkle lights and white cake. I was kind of embarrassed about making a big to-do about my second time to say "I do." I asked Jeremy if we could elope at the courthouse and from there live happily ever after, but he felt strongly about making this commitment to each other in front of our nearest and dearest. He felt like our love deserved a celebration. And he was right.

Jeremy and I had spent the summer prior to our wedding remodeling a historical house built in 1929. Together we made our place our home. When we decided to go through with a wedding, getting married in our home seemed like the obvious venue.

So on to the details (and I think lots of this advice can be applied to a more traditional wedding as well):

{Our modest home and the location for our wedding}

LOCATION, LOCATION, LOCATION:

If you want to get married in your home consider the space. Our home is only 1,500 square feet so we made almost every single room open and available for guests to mingle and sit in. We had about 30 people at the ceremony and then opened up the home for a reception in the evening where guests could pop in and out as they pleased. I think at most we had 60 people in our house at once and at times it felt like a tight squeeze.

You might also consider using the fabulous home of a close friend or family member (if they're open to the idea). I have some friends that got married in their parent's gorgeous backyard. But as always, have an indoor alternative in case weather gets crazy.

The great thing about getting married in your own home is the flexibility you have to get things ready in advance. However, that didn't keep me from procrastinating down to the very last minute. Learn from my mistakes, people! Continue reading How To: Plan An At Home Wedding

Today's wedding is one of those beautiful international weddings that happened twice. Each with a particular sense of place, each with with a slightly different mix of loved ones. Eleanor & Armin had a civil marriage in Munich, where they live, followed by a homespun, DIY wedding in Sebastopol, California. I love these weddings because thy teach us (me, really) that there can never be an excess of love. Eleanor, today's graduate, is not only wise, she also happens to be an APW Wedding Elf, and one of the people that helps support this site (yayyy!) She offers beautiful, printable, crazy affordable wedding invitations, and apropos of Friday's discussion, printable affordable thank you notes (achem). I love her work, but after today I feel so invited into her life, now I want to move to Munich and hang out with her and drink Prosecco. So, for all of you couples with families bridging multiple countries or cultures, this one is for you:

After this year, I feel not only like a Wedding Graduate, but like I've just earned my post-doctoral wedding degree! My husband is German and I'm a California native. I've lived in Munich for over ten years and we met about four years ago at work. When we decided to get married, we went through the gamut of possibilities, should we elope? Should we get married quickly in the U.S. instead of Germany?  Do we have one wedding or two?

In the end, we decided to have a celebration in each country. We didn't want to ask or assume our guests could just shell out a few grand to fly to Germany or California. We knew if we just had one wedding, it would by default end up being either more my wedding or my husbands. We also didn't want to have a destination wedding in a place that held no personal meaning for us. It took me awhile to accept this, because one of the things about being an expat is that, in some ways, you live a dual life. I have my American family and friends and my German friends and family and only rarely do the two lives intersect - which saddens me sometimes. It wasn't until we really started talking about the logistics of getting married, that I had to let go of my fantasy of having one big wedding where both of my lives finally merge in a magical, matrimonial blowout celebration.

It being Germany and all, there was a very logical way to break down the festivities. It is standard in Germany to have both a legal ceremony at the Standesamt (sort of like city hall) followed by some sort of religious ceremony afterward (sometimes months afterward). Since neither my husband nor I are religious it made sense to have the legal ceremony in Munich and then to have some sort of home-made wedding ceremony, several months later at my parent's place in Northern California.

I'm so glad we ended up breaking things up this way. A dual-national marriage in Germany involves a LOT of paper work; you need to provide a recent copy of your birth certificate, an 'Apostile' (basically an international notary) from the state of your birth, then get everything translated into German and finally, approved by a judge. This takes time and patience, but there is a pretty clear process to get it done (I don't know how people got married internationally - or did anything for that matter - before the internets!) I found all this paperwork and our regular meetings in the government-y but friendly office of our 'Standesbeamtin' (marriage office clerk) oddly reassuring and confirming.

The process provided the space and time for me to savor and appreciate the gravity of our decision to get married.  No quick signing of a certificate after the ceremony for us - we were meeting with officials in government buildings, getting international documents approved, having the ins-and outs of marriage rights in Germany explained to us. It was all very serious and grown-up and was the antithesis of 'it's all about you and your special day!!!!' It felt right to me that the sober, serious part of getting married came first. Plus, there are tender little perks to getting married in Germany, one of which is the 'Stammbuch der Familie.' This is given to every couple getting married - it's a little book which contains a place to store your marriage certificate, a family tree template, each and every article of German marriage and family law(!) and a (not too subtle suggestion to get crackin') book of German baby names.

I also loved the Standesamt ceremony. There is pretty much a ceremony every 25 minutes, but they did a really good job of not making it feel that way. One wall of the Trausaal (room where they perform the legal ceremony) was a huge floor to ceiling window that looked out over the red tile rooftops of Munich. This was also fitting because both of our weddings were so much about place. I was not only marrying my husband, I was committing to a life residing in, as well as a lifelong connection, to a foreign country, as was he by marrying me.

After the small intimate ceremony we went to a great little cafe in our neighborhood, which is sort of a hipster take on a kitschy Bavarian grandmother's living room (and about the same size). We whiled away the afternoon chatting, visiting, hugging and happily drinking Prosecco with elderberry syrup, eating yummy panninis, soups, snacks and cake. It was leisurely, intimate and wonderful.

As my friend Elyse said afterward,  "I mean, Dayenu, right?" knowing that this was the first of three wedding celebrations. In many ways she was totally right. That simple, happy day would have been enough. Because of our spread-out life, I'm deeply glad we had our multiple wedding parties, but I also saw that you really don't need much to have a wonderful, happy, lovely and meaningful wedding.

A day later we had a dinner for about 80 in the banquet room at a traditional Bavarian Wirtshaus (sort of like a tavern) around the corner from our apartment. It was a warm and happy dinner full of tender toasts and followed by fun and dancing and hangin' at the bar. There was a lot of love floating through the evening (which our photographer captured beautifully) We also loved that the events were all at our 'neighborhood places' and that we worked with small and/or family-owned local vendors to get everything done. One more way that getting married in Munich helped connect us even more to the city we love and call home.

As I'm sure many of the other wedding graduates have experienced, we were in a blissful haze in the days following. There was a physical feeling to it. I truly believe that some sort of physiological alchemy takes place when you are with everyone you love and they are sending loving vibes your way.

Eight months later. Sebastopol, California...

Continue reading Wedding Graduates: Eleanor & Armin

When I went to write an introduction to this post, I actually wrote last week's DIY/DIT manifesto. Turns out I had a lot to say on the subject. So today I'll just tell you that today's Wedding Undergraduate/Graduate post comes from the excellent Tamera of Verhext. Verhext is one of those blogs I stumbled onto through my comment section, and after I found it I felt so, so glad that Tamera was getting married, because it gave me the chance to find her blog. I met her in person at the very first APW meetup, and people, this woman is wise. So this is her whirlwind of thoughts, one month before her wedding in October (Wedding! In October! I can hardly wait to hear about it, sqeeeeee!). And now, the girl herself (that's her fixin' up the bride in the picture below....)

True Confessions: Sometimes I read wedding blogs and get a happy-nervous-excited feeling in my belly, like it's Christmas Eve or my birthday and I'm 8 years old. But the majority of the time, the feeling in my stomach is that of "This is terrible, weddings are the worst thing ever, if I just don't think about the 32947294278 things that have to happen, they will magically get done, right?" and as the date creeps closer and closer (39 days as I write this) turns to something more resembling full blown panic.

When I have those moments, I try to slow down and remember that in a way, I am already a wedding graduate. What? How is that possible?

About a year ago, Meg was sent a link to my blog (by whom!? I'm curious.) featuring a wedding. She looked at it, thought "No way! That bride is 15!*" and moved on. A year passes, we meet in person, she's reading my blog and sees this child bride, the lovely Myra. Myra is actually 29, not 15, and has a baby now.  Her wedding was truly a huge learning experience for me.

Myra is my sister-in-law's sister, and feeling overwhelmed, tasked her entire extended family with her wedding. See, there's no such thing as DIY in Vermont. Before the legions of Vermonters reading A Practical Wedding go running for that comment button, I'll explain. It's just what you do. "DIY" should actually be renamed "being a Vermonter." Not only is self-sufficiency a huge part of the culture, if you can't do it, you'll know exactly who can. Need a wedding dress? Ask your grandma/cousin/neighbor/friend. Need something built? Uncle Ted can get that. Need wine? Well, we just made some.

Continue reading Wedding Undergraduate/Graduate: Verhext & Vermont

I was thrilled when Ali's wedding landed in my inbox. Her email was such a lovely, pay it forward testiment to the APW community. She said, "I've wanted to write a wedding graduate post ever since I began reading APW. The posts written by brides have stuck with me so much more strongly than any detail photos I have ever seen. Even if my story doesn't make it to the website, I still wanted to share it with you. APW has acted as wedding planning therapy for me, so I want to give something back." And YES! That, for me is what wedding graduate posts are about.

But her wedding.... sigh. Ali's wedding is a testiment to what DIY & DIT is really about for me. I'm a creative person, but I'm only marginally crafty. So for us, for our wedding DIY & DIT was about necessity. It was as simple as making our wedding happen. But from that necessity emerged a real pride of creation. And that is so exactly what Ali's simple, lovely, backyard wedding is about. Creation, pride, and love, love, love, love.

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My backyard wedding was almost entirely DIY. I cooked for 80 people, I decorated, I arranged flowers, I cut and hemmed table cloths, landscaped my backyard, etc. This was not driven by a desire to be crafty, but rather it was the only way to have the party that I wanted on our very modest budget. When I told people that my husband and I were taking all of this on, I received pitying looks. No one thought I was going to be able to pull it off. I myself doubted that I would come out on the other side of the wedding with my sanity. This was partly because I have struggled with health complications through out my entire adult life. I have a syncope disorder and when ever I am under stress I fall into a dead faint. It's dangerous, frustrating, and makes it very difficult for me to take on anything challenging. This seemed like an impassable hurtle to our wedding day. But I looked our beast of a wedding to-do list right in the eye, and tackled it.

We didn't do it all alone though. We had a great team of helpers. My husband and I were speaking about our wedding day and we both described the same feeling. We were told that our wedding day would validate and confirm how much we love each other, but we already knew all about our love for each other. It was the love that we were receiving from our friends and family that really blew us away.

I had friends come to stay with me 2 weeks prior to our wedding day. They worked as hard as I did and were just as invested in my wedding as I was. The night before the wedding they stayed up with me until 5 in the morning helping to tie up lose ends. I was astounded by how ready and willing they were to do anything that I needed. I was brought to tears when my exhausted best friend, who had been cooking since 8 AM, insisted on giving me a pedicure at 4:30 in the morning the day of the wedding because she wanted me to feel pampered for at least 30 minutes.

There were times that I thought that everything was going to fall apart, but there was always someone there to hold it all together. My dress was altered and pressed by a friend, the photography was done by a friend, our officiant was a friend. So, although our wedding day was meant to be about the relationship between my husband and I, it was the relationships with my friends and family that stood out to me. To the DIY brides out there: ask for help! There are probably people who will surprise you with their skills and love.

Continue reading Wedding Graduates: Ali & Joshua

I was so touched by Brandi's gift of a grey dress (which by a twist of fate turned into the gift of a facinator and silver bangles, but all ended well at Waldon Pond) that I asked her if she would let me feature her wedding. Well! Little did I know how cool it was all going to get. I swear, Team Practical, you never cease to amaze me. Only you guys would send me a wedding where the band specialize in songs by dead men whose last names begin with Z. (Happy sigh). So, without further ado, I bring you Brandi and Seena's Izone wedding. Continue reading Brandi & Seena’s Is-One Wedding