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Posts Tagged ‘My Great Dress Search’

I have, up till now, refrained from writing the traditional wedding blog shoe post: because oh-dear-god-why? But all good things must come to an end, so here we go: The Shoe Post.

I, despite everyone's best efforts (which for the record, I really appreciated), wore shoes I already had. Clarification: I wore fabulous shoes I already had. My shoes were broken in, I knew I liked them, and they were shiny. What more can you ask for? Continue reading The Dreaded Shoe Post (Sort of)

So, there is one more story that I owe you before the wedding, and that is the final story of the wedding dress. I've talked extensively about my search for a wedding dress here (and if you are still in the land of looking for a dress, these are all posts worth reading):

My first foray into the bridal salon
My love of vintage dresses
No, you're confused, I want a dress not a car
My lovely but can't afford it brush with couture long and lace
My nice but homogenized trip to David's Bridal
My decision to try to make a wedding dress Continue reading My Wedding Dress: The Final Chapter

So. Recently, I've been getting a little anxious about my OUTFIT, and my ACCESSORIES, which is a whole other post. But, some of my anxiety has revolved around wanting a fabulous hair piece (other than my homemade veil, which I'm starting to love). Anyway, I was reading back over Things To Wear On Your Head When You Wed, and looking at amazing handmade hairpieces and getting stressed. And then I remembered that ages ago, I'd decided to wear a real flower in my hair. Ahhhhh, yes. Real flowers. It seems so obvious when you think about it. And the cost? Free.

The one time I was a flower girl (something I had aspired to be since I realized you could get such a job) I was a little disappointed that A) My dress was not spin-ny B) They gave me flowers in a stupid basket and not a gorgeous big-girl bouquet and C) That I didn't get to wear flowers in my hair. So the next day, when I got dressed for church, I *insisted* that my mom French braid in all of my flower girl blooms into my hair.

But this time, I'm in charge*. So blush Dahlias it will be. It may not be fabulous and feathery, but I suspect no one will be *too* focused on my hair. (And actually, it will be fabulous).

*And you better believe that my dress will be spin-ny and my flowers will not be in a stupid basket.

When I first started wedding planning, I'm not sure I consciously realized how much pressure their was to buy All New Things. I mean, I'm not dull, I was aware that the pressure to spend was unhealthy, but there were things I took for granted. Wedding shoes, for example. Every blog I read, every magazine I read, every thing I read no matter how indie or how mainstream talked at length about wedding shoes. I obviously was not going to wear some traditional ugly-as-sin white 'bridal' shoes, but, considering I was wearing a short dress, I figured shoes would be key. And *everyone* cares about wedding shoes, right?
Continue reading Something Old, Something Borrowed

It's been a while since I've given you an update on our wedding, so here we go. First off: of course the second I wrote a post about the absurdity of pre-fab wedding lists, my real life wedding list kicked into overdrive. In the past two weeks alone: my wedding dress arrived almost completed, we went shopping for lace trim for the dress, I got the materials to make both my veil and my headpiece, we finished our invitation design, we sent our invitations to the printer, we paid the final deposit for our venue, we started the process of ordering our wedding bands, we ordered vases for the flowers, we wrote our wedding service, we've continued pre-marital counseling, and we found a Ketubah to order... and honestly? I'm not even sure if that's it, because I can't remember anymore.
Continue reading Our Wedding Update (The Dress Arrives)

Some of you have requested an update on my handmade wedding dress, and well, I don't have much. Yet. If you are having your wedding dress made by friends and family, you need to let your inner control freak relax, because baby, it's out of your hands. I haven't seen my wedding dress since Christmas, when it took off to Michigan with my sister. It is, however, in the mail as-we-speak, so soon I will have it in my hot little hands, and will be able to try it on, spin around, buy some shoes, make a veil, and hand-sew on some lace trim. Hooray. In the meantime though, I have this picture and email from my sister to tide you over: Continue reading My Wedding Dress Update (And Such)