Wednesday, December 17, 2008

That Wedding: The First Look

The first look is another moment that LDS brides forgo, although I'm not sure why. There is no "walking down the aisle" moment in the temple, and for us, it was how we found time to connect and take a breath before we were married.

There is not much that can be said about a first look moment, as they are all pretty much the same. The groom waits, the bride sneaks up, they both have a "moment". Though, somehow, to each couple that moment is made of personalized magic. It's smells like passion and it feels like love. Even if you had been there you couldn't have fully experienced it. That's what I like best about the first moment. It was a moment just for us.



The handsome groom waited.



The blushing bride attempted to tiptoe up silently, but a bed of sticks on the forest floor made this impossible. So it sounded more like she lumbered up, sloppily.



I wanted the tap to be slow, drawn out, a moment filled with tension and suspense. Instead I reached up and tapped quickly and excitedly. It's hard to do things slow on such an exciting day.



He turns...



and he approves! He had previously warned me that he might, and I quote, "hate my dress and find that pretending to like it would be impossible."



From here on out you know the story. We kiss, I twirl, we kiss again, and maybe another time for good luck.











I clap with glee, because clapping is what I do.



I guess I forgot the lesson my mom gave me in train carrying already.



Oh hello friends! Did you enjoy the show?

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

That Wedding: Bridal Details

It's the little things that make a wedding unique. Even if 10 different brides choose a black, gray, and yellow color scheme, the different personal touches infused throughout are what will make each of those weddings a personal affair. My personal details, the things I wore or used on my wedding day, are some of my favorites because they are the ones I keep with me and use frequently after the wedding. I've written about many of them already, but please indulge me in revisiting, one last time, the bridal details.

My Grandma is always offering to knit/crochet things for me, and now that I live in Dallas I don't have a lot of need for scarves and hats throughout year. Somehow I stumbled across this post by Calista Yoo and knew that if I was going to have a wedding day purse, I wanted it to be created by her. I love its ruffly bum (reminds me of the ruffly bum panties I wore as a baby) and I sewed the buttons on myself a few nights before the wedding (I was so excited to find yet another way to use those buttons!) Now, it's waiting in my closet, to be used for a special date night with the hubs.



The pearls I originally planned on wearing (I did end up wearing the matching earrings), sitting on a vintage 1920's purse I received for my birthday a few years ago, and brought in case any of the bridesmaids wanted to use it.



I love when photographers take pictures of the wedding invitations, at the actual wedding. Kelli captured my invites so much better than I ever could have.



The perfume I wore is Daisy by Marc Jacobs. I ordered several different options from Sephora, tested them all out for a few days, and then sent back the three I didn't like. When I asked him on the wedding day, Mr. Avocado said he didn't really like the smell of my perfume (brutally honest, right?) but he has since changed his mind. I try to pretend like I wasn't won over by the adorable packaging in choosing this scent.



My shoes! Oh, I could show you photos of my shoes all day long. They are a brand called CAFe'Noir, and I found them on Yoox. The buttons I added are holding strong, and I'm still impressed that I ended up wearing pointy shoes on my wedding day (I had previously proclaimed myself a round-toed girl for life). They are super comfortable, and I'm always trying to dream up outfits that can be finished off with these beauties on my feet.



I love the handmake look they have. Some might be bothered that one heel is sparkly gold and the other is dull gold,a nd that one heel is darker than the other, but I like that they have a little bit of personality.



And finally my Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue in action.

Something Old-The family heirloom brooch from my mother's side I wore pinned to my wedding dress.


Something New-The shoes (like I could resist showing you one more picture).



Something borrowed-My mother's veil.



And the (according to my mom, horrid) Something Blue!



Hey hey hey! Want to know who took these photos? Why, Kelli Nicole of course!

Previously:
That Wedding: Bridesmaid Party!
That Wedding: Whole Foods (Rehearsal-ish) Luncheon
That Wedding: Harbor Sailing
That Wedding: Putting My Face On
That Wedding: The Gift Exchange
That Wedding: Dressing The Bride

Monday, December 15, 2008

That Wedding: Dressing The Bride

Although I was pee-in-my-dress excited to get dressed (which I didn't do because I went potty before I got in the dress!), I remember feeling a little bit self-conscious when it was time to step into Evelyn. I don't usually get dressed with 15 pairs of eyes focusing in on my every move (not to mention the two cameras clicking away). None of that shows in the pictures though, with my face consistently conveying the message "Bring on the dress!"



We called Mamacado in to do the dress zipping/buttoning honors. You can see my mom's wedding dress, which I wore for the temple sealing, hanging in the background. I don't have any photos in that dress on the wedding day, just a few from the after wedding shoot we did with Mamacado.


As she was zipping Mamacado exclaimed "What is this ugly blue thing?"



That ugly blue thing, Mother, is my something blue! I sewed it on myself.


Oops, let's just pretend like that didn't happen.



All is forgiven now because the dress is on! I'm officially the bride!
I love this shot of my mom and I both clapping. Clapping is my "thing", I have tons of pictures throughout the wedding day (and my engagements, and my life) of me clapping in excitement. Now I know where I got it from.


BM Lova took a moment to admire my antique Italian cocktail ring. I fell in love with them at an antique fair in Rome this May and picked out 7 different rings for myself and my bridesmaids.


Here is a closeup shot I took to show you all how fab it is. I still can't believe I scored them for 14 Euros each!


Photo by Mrs. Avocado

Mamacado wasn't afraid to get up close and personal when it came to straightening out the layers under Evelyn.



Cleavage. Yes? No?


Now it was time for the train carrying lesson. Mamacado points down and says "Reach down and pick the train up bride-daughter."


"Nope, I can't reach that far down and pick it up, I'm still not used to moving in the dress yet. I need you to help me Mother."



"Ok fine, I'll show you. Hold out your arm and drape it over."


"Now hold it just like this whenever you carry it throughout the day."


"Haha, yep, sure. I'll remember to do just that, dear Mother."


Fancy Nancy, we need the veil! The transformation is almost complete.



This picture has me stumped. Obviously I was very excited about having the veil placed on my head so I raised my arms in triumph to celebrate.


That smile didn't last long...



GRRRRR! The tender head strikes again.



I'll just try to do it myself, thank you very much.



It was right at this moment, my friends, that I truly became a bride.



One final touch, the family heirloom brooch lent to me by Grandma Moo, before I head over to the woods to meet my groom.


All photos, unless otherwise noted, by the deliciously fabulous Kelli Nicole.

Previously:
That Wedding: Bridesmaid Party!
That Wedding: Whole Foods (Rehearsal-ish) Luncheon
That Wedding: Harbor Sailing
That Wedding: Putting My Face On
That Wedding: The Gift Exchange

That Wedding: The Gift Exchange

When scrolling through pictures and descriptions of wedding after wedding during my planning stage, the pictures I always looked forward to without fail were both the first look and the bride and groom gift exchange photos. Even though these two things are non-standard for LDS weddings, I knew I wanted to incorporate them into ours. Mr. Avocado was hesitant of both, to say the least, but I think he realized how much I wanted them both to happen, so he went along with it the day of the wedding.

Now that it is over, he admits it was a really special moment we shared. I had no idea how he would interpret the gift exchange after I gave him no hints on what I was giving him, and he had no idea what I would I could possibly get him that he could truly appreciate. I think we both surprised each other with our thoughtfulness.

While I was getting ready, I sent MOH Shay and Photographer Kelli to deliver the goods and document the reactions. I started things off with this card by Sugar Street Cafe. Of course, being the good little Mormon couple we are, we had no experience necking before the wedding. I just thought the giraffes were cute. :)



It was nice to take a moment to write down the reasons why I wanted to be married to him.



My gift to him was a Blurb book that tells the story of our first year as a couple using photos and short little descriptions of the adventures we had.



Mr. Avo, the kind of guy who hates receiving gifts, loved it.



We ended up with hundreds of engagement photos and so I took the opportunity to fill the book up with them. The quality isn't "studio album" like you get from a photographer, but I believe it is worth it for the price.



The book now sits on display in our entertainment center/bookcase and every single person that comes over to visit picks it up and flips through it. I plan on making one and giving it to Mr. Avocado as a wedding anniversary present annually.



After presenting my gift to Mr. Avo, MOH Shay returned to the "bridal suite" with a very special package.



I was not just surprised to see her giving me that little black box, I was stunned. Mr. Avo is a very private person and had told me he didn't really feel comfortable giving me a gift when so many people would be around to watch me open it. I'm very glad he changed his mind!



He had been talking excitedly about the card he included for a few weeks.



It really fits our relationship perfectly. We have a strange sense of humor.



What could it be?



No way, did he really? How could he possibly have done such a fantastic job choosing a wedding day gift for me?



I opened the box to find a beautiful pearl necklace. A necklace that would look absolutely perfect with my dress, something I know Mr. Avo could not have figured out on his own (I showed him pictures of the dress, just none of me in it). With all eyes on me I couldn't seem to get the clasp undone.



MOH Shay swooped in to save the day once again, making it look easy to undo what I had thought was a really difficult clasp to open. Little sisters are the best!



I'm pretty sure Mr. Avocado didn't buy the necklace with the thought that I would wear it on our wedding day (his mind just doesn't work like that) but as soon as I had it on I knew I wasn't taking it off.


Here comes Mamacado to check on my progress. Oh no! Mamacado and Papacado gave me a gorgeous necklace and earring set to be worn on my wedding day. Would her feelings be hurt that I was choosing Mr. Avo's necklace over theirs?



This is the necklace my parents gave me just a few hours before I received the other pearl necklace from Mr. Avocado.



I think it's safe to say that she likes it. My parents are so wonderful and understanding. After the wedding Mamacado told me that she would have asked me not to wear her gift and instead wear Mr. Avo's gift if I had attempted to do it differently.



Making this gift exchange happen took quite a lot of work. I not only had to create my own gift, but I had to frequently remind Mr. Avocado about it during the weeks leading up to the wedding so he wouldn't forget about it. The morning of we had a hard time coordinating the schedules of MOH Shay, Kelli, Mr. Avo, and myself to make the exchange happen. I'm so happy we worked to make it happen though, because taking the time in the middle of all the morning madness gave us a chance to remember, separately, why we want to be together.