[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]Shortly after Nick and I got engaged, we checked off a few of the more important things on our I Do to do list. We booked our wedding date at our church (one of the most special places in Boston, if you ask me… which you didn’t… but I still mean it), and found the perfect venue for our reception. There was a bump or two in the road (specifically, when one reception site booked us for a date that wasn’t actually available, sending us back to the drawing board, and straight to an even better venue), but everything seemed to be falling into place.
And then I took a four month hiatus from planning. Oops. After re-focusing, spending less time pinning wedding inspiration and more time actually making moves, I have been checking off items on that list left and right. In the past week alone, Nick and I have met with our DJ and photographers (one of my high school classmates!), confirmed our caterer, and sent out our save the dates. After poring over hundreds of invitation suites, both in person and online, I found a graphic designer on Etsy who created an invitation specifically for art gallery weddings. Because our reception is being held in a performing art space, and our cocktail hour in a gallery, this grabbed my attention immediately. The designer worked with us on custom colors and sent us the files while I handled the printing, cutting, addressing and stamping. In less than an afternoon, they were ready to go. Though I didn’t time this intentionally, the save the dates (I am making a conscious effort to stop calling them STDs) were postmarked on Valentine’s Day. When Nick pointed this out, I decided to mail one to ourselves. When I am old and senile, I will look at the postmark and imagine that I planned it that way.
If wedding planning were a judo competition, we’d presently be kicking ass and taking names (and writing checks to people with those names). We have a few more appointments this weekend, including a trip with my parents to visit the dress. I found it the day after Christmas with my sister and sister-in-law. Though I intended to visit several dress shops, after trying this one on…. well, I knew nothing would compare. I sort of want to hire a Ghosts and Gravestones trolley, but I don’t think that really fits with our overall aesthetic (i.e. not intentionally hideous), so I need to do some research about transportation. We’ll meet with our priest, dig up our baptism certificates and complete Pre-Cana (marriage prep for Catholics). Nick has a tux in mind, and I’ll tag along to touch fabrics and be sure they don’t cause me to break out in hives. We have song lists to make, bridesmaid dresses to pick, and a honeymoon to daydream about. To think that we’ll be nearly done with just about everything on our list in the next few weeks is rather incredible.
That leaves us with essentially eight months to enjoy ourselves as the plans unfold and the big day approaches. With so much out of the way, I’ll have time to ponder all kinds of questions. For example:
- What does one register for, when one really has everything?
- What sort of underwears will fit under my dress whilst giving me, um, boobs modest enough for Mass, yet… lively enough for a party?
- Is there a school that can teach me to be photogenic?
- Is it too soon to make a color-coded seating chart?
- Is it too late to kidnap Martha Stewart and coerce her into designing a tablescape?
Fortunately I have my answer to the biggest question ready to go: Yes. I do. Muhahaha.
Also On Tap for Today:
- If you’re not on Pinterest yet, let me know– I have a few invites left 🙂
- Bought my ticket to Blog Better Boston
Do you keep lists all over the place too? Or do you have a magic memory?