Showing posts with label random bridal thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label random bridal thoughts. Show all posts

Wedding Blog

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Is a wedding blog like a wedding gift? What I mean by this, is do I have a year to update in order to still be on good terms with the happy couple? I sure hope so because I have so much more to share and finally have some time to put together some more posts!

Stayed tuned this week...

Addicted to Vista Print

Monday, January 18, 2010

By now our guests have received the Save the Dates and I just love how they turned out. Ann, of Still Dottie, designed them and we printed them through VistaPrint. If you have ever purchased or printed anything from VistaPrint you know that after you buy one thing, they send you all kinds of crazy deals. I can’t resist a discount so after we printed the Save the Dates, I received a coupon for a FREE tote bag. I ended up paying something for it because I had it printed double-sided and shipped overnight, but still it was a deal. If I am not careful, I am going to end up with all kind of wedding paraphernalia, collared shirts, hats, mouse pads, you name it!

Bridal Nightmares

Monday, November 23, 2009

I guess that it is pretty common to dream about your wedding day and even have a nightmare or two when the stress is high. I am not particularly stressed at this moment, but definitely had my first shocking bridal nightmare.

I dreamed that it was the day of the wedding. I was getting ready in my suite at the Omni Hotel in Detroit, bridal party all around chatting and getting beautiful. Then for some reason, I had “misplaced” my dress. Everyone in the room went frantic. Hotel employees and assistants were running around trying to find it, phone calls were being made to I don’t know who explaining that we might be late. Then, in walks a guy who very closely resembles Donnie Brown, one of the wedding planners on “Who’s Wedding is it Anyway”. He was holding a large garment bag up high like a trophy. A sigh of relief comes over all the other people in the room as he announces proudly, “I have it right here, everything is going to be ok.” Then he unzips the bag and reveals a gold sequin nightmare of the dress. I plead with him and try to tell him, “this is not my dress!” He looks at me calmly and says with a southern accent, “Well, honey, it is just too late and your just gonna have to wear this one.”

Ahhh! I need to get my designer on the phone, quick!