Not one, but two dresses. Imagine having to find two perfect dresses!!!
Well, we actually have been successful. I am so freaking excited. Our dresses are perfect.
The two dresses match one another, are complimentary, are flattering, are the right about of "fancy", and best of all both are the right amount of "us". One a little formal, the other a little retro.
Thank goodness for the little store on Richmond!
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
"Save the Date" or No "Save the Date"
So the Berbanks wedding is in the middle of the "Great Plains" of Canada--- in my hometown. Unfortunately, my other half, Doc is from the Atlantic provinces--- many many miles away, and we actually live somewhere in between. This poses a lot of challenges with invitations, because everyone has to travel. [this begs the questions, why the prairies... it is a long story...]
One of the things that I thought might help was if we sent out "Save the Dates." This seemed to answer a couple of our challenges, letting people know they were invited even if we had not figured out all of the details, and also allow people to make their travel plans as soon as possible.
After "some" discussion, the decision was made, we would send them out---
I created a number of prototypes of design. It took a few attempts to find the one that Doc approved of. Others were deemed too "ostentatious", too presumptuous, too "straight", by Do. Finally, we found one, simple, clean, and within the colour scheme--- black and ivory (again, something we could both agree on. Everyone knows black is slimming).
But then it started. Doc asked me "who do we send these to", I answered "anyone we are asking". Doc then proceeded to provide me with a list of exceptions: People who weren't going to come, people who she did not want to pressure, people who would think it was strange, people who had never heard of save the dates....
It sounded something like this: "What about Aunt Joyce, she has bad arthritis and would never come?", "What about our butchy friend "Hoops"- she'll just laugh?", "What about cousin Carl -- he would wonder where the rest of the invitation is?" It went on and on and on.
In the end, I sent them to everyone I was inviting--- Doc went with a more selective approach.
PS: We called ours "reserve the date" --- we are a big fan of acronyms and no one wants to receive an STD in the mail.
One of the things that I thought might help was if we sent out "Save the Dates." This seemed to answer a couple of our challenges, letting people know they were invited even if we had not figured out all of the details, and also allow people to make their travel plans as soon as possible.
After "some" discussion, the decision was made, we would send them out---
I created a number of prototypes of design. It took a few attempts to find the one that Doc approved of. Others were deemed too "ostentatious", too presumptuous, too "straight", by Do. Finally, we found one, simple, clean, and within the colour scheme--- black and ivory (again, something we could both agree on. Everyone knows black is slimming).
But then it started. Doc asked me "who do we send these to", I answered "anyone we are asking". Doc then proceeded to provide me with a list of exceptions: People who weren't going to come, people who she did not want to pressure, people who would think it was strange, people who had never heard of save the dates....
It sounded something like this: "What about Aunt Joyce, she has bad arthritis and would never come?", "What about our butchy friend "Hoops"- she'll just laugh?", "What about cousin Carl -- he would wonder where the rest of the invitation is?" It went on and on and on.
In the end, I sent them to everyone I was inviting--- Doc went with a more selective approach.
PS: We called ours "reserve the date" --- we are a big fan of acronyms and no one wants to receive an STD in the mail.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Tracking the Fun and the Frenzy
Well, I have decided to keep a blog tracking the fun and frenzy of two fabulous women as they plan their fabulous wedding.
I have never thought that my relationship was any different than anyone elses', until I started planning a wedding. For the first time, I started to understand why women choose to marry men. Men rarely have any strong opinions on the subject of weddings-- no strong colour preferences, no strong style preferences, no huge hang ups on how their wedding attire hang on their bodies.... the list goes on and on and on.
So this is going to be where I will keep track of how two strong headed women will plan the most fabulous wedding of the new millennium (or at least the "prairie-lesbian wedding" of the decade).
I have never thought that my relationship was any different than anyone elses', until I started planning a wedding. For the first time, I started to understand why women choose to marry men. Men rarely have any strong opinions on the subject of weddings-- no strong colour preferences, no strong style preferences, no huge hang ups on how their wedding attire hang on their bodies.... the list goes on and on and on.
So this is going to be where I will keep track of how two strong headed women will plan the most fabulous wedding of the new millennium (or at least the "prairie-lesbian wedding" of the decade).
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