Yes, Another Wedding Post

IP and I have under two months until we get married.  My blog is again being dominated by wedding posts.  Coincidence?  Well, I figure if I can’t vent/rave about the wedding here, I can’t do it anywhere.  Y’all are jus’ jellus, anyway.

Kidding!  Besides, it’s a good way to get my mind off the Wings.  Oh, Wingies . . .

Anyway, the planning is steaming along.  IP and I are handling this like pros (and as I am one when it comes to this kind of stuff, I would hope so).  The one big last check left is finding IP’s wedding band, which we will be doing so shortly.  My band has been ordered by my wonderful husband-to-be.  Both of us will be picking up our wedding attire this coming weekend.  RSVPs are slowly but surely coming in (and I have to admit we’re both a bit disappointed that some cool D.C. people won’t be there, but with the economy and the timing of the wedding, we understand), and decisions are being made quickly.

I get to spend next weekend hopefully doing some DIY projects, including creating our table names/numbers and working on our escort cards.  Obviously we can’t add names to the escort cards just yet, but  my idea involves a) escort card stock and 2) awesome Mexican tile-patterned paper (this is where the “hopefully” comes in; Paper Source sent me the wrong paper).  I had wanted to get actual Mexican talavera tiles and put names on there, but that proved to be a bit cost prohibitive given 1) shipping and b) the need for our own centerpieces.  Let’s just put it this way: we have reason to be concerned with our site’s banquet coordinator.  Thank the FSM for our forethought in hiring a day-of coordinator who gets nothing but rave reviews from brides in Michigan.  I am so happy to be working with her.

My mother will soon be inundated with packages addressed to her but containing centerpiece ingredients.  We went with a candle centerpiece that was relatively inexpensive; since we decided on going with this idea, everything has been ordered save for one ingredient; again, shipping is cost prohibitive and I’m hopeful that the Michael’s in Rockville or Ann Arbor will have those last key pieces.  IP and I can drive them up to Michigan or we can (hopefully) find them when we visit next month.  If we can’t, I’ll order them, but I’ll be grumbling about how save-on-crafts.com charges way too much to ship stuff.

Now we’re onto emailing our vendors and trying to tie up loose ends or lingering questions.  The big one is the DJ: I’m not worried so much about what he’ll play (he seems appropriately dorky, like me!), but I do want the timeline to be understood.  Since we hired the DJ with the intent that he’d do the ceremony music, too (we’re having musicians, but at another point during the wedding), I want to be sure he’s aware of that and put aside a goodly amount of setup time.  I also plan on touching base with my DOC; when I met with her, she had mentioned that she had a new bride she was working with who is also using our venue.  My question is whether or not this bride’s wedding is before ours.  My DOC already has some take-home lessons when it comes to our officiant; she may have some input on how to deal with our reticent banquet manager.

I’ve been stalking our photographer’s Facebook group because she keeps on adding new photos from recent weddings.  The photos are top-notch; not exactly the artsy style that’s being used in wedding photography right now, but they are photojournalism at its best—I won’t say much to identify our vendor, but I will say she’s trained in the field.  There’s very little editing in her work, but lots of emotion and beauty.  I’m half-tempted to legitimately join Facebook (as opposed to sometimes skulking around in my Fake McFakeName lurker mode) so that our pictures will be posted for future clients to see.

Last but not least, my sister has a trial with a makeup artist who more likely than not will end up working with us on the day of the wedding. I’ve seen her work and, contrary to the work I’ve seen on other Detroit brides by one particular company, does not make people look like porn stars.  And that, my dears, is what I’m trying to avoid.

I suppose there’s a note to end on: not wanting to look like a porn star on my wedding day.