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Today: Official wedding photos and advice for brides

While we’ve officially been married for two months (and seven days, NBD) and I’ve shared various iPhone pics… I now have, in my possession, our official wedding photos from the incredibly talented Katherine and Craig at Henry Photographers.  Brace yourself.  My sock bun is almost as big as my goofy smile.

More to come, including photos from our Mass at St. Cecilia.  But first, every bride-to-be’s favorite part of wedding planning… unsolicited advice!

My advice for brides:

  • People are going to ask you a lot of questions.  You will know the answers to some.  You will not have even considered the answers to others (there really are people in the Universe who care about table linens).  You will want to keep some secrets.  Develop a canned answer now, if you can.  “It’s a surprise!” worked quite well for me.  It creates intrigue, without being dismissive.  And it works for (nearly) everything.  What does your dress look like?  It’s a surprise.  What is your first dance song?  It’s a surprise.  (Considering we finalized this choice three days before the wedding, our indecisiveness was the real surprise.  To our DJ.) Who are your bridesmaids? It’s a surprise.  Am I invited? It’s a surprise.
  • Bring flats.  Sparkly ones, if you can manage.
  • Speaking of shoes, I wore a pair of black pumps.  I knew no one would see them (they were hidden under all that Vera), so for once in my life I had the sense to choose function over fashion.  I have worn those pumps a dozen times since the wedding.  The lesson: there are plenty of opportunities to be sensible rather than fanciful.  Would champagne sequined shoes with some sort of ruffle or feather adornment have been fabulous?  Yes.  Would anyone notice them, without me hoisting up my dress?  No.  That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t buy amazing shoes.  It just means that you don’t have to.  Regardless of what Pinterest tells you.
  • Secure a non-ugly, non-plastic hanger for your dress.  Unless you don’t mind the cheap-o version showing up in photographs, as seen above.  Whoops.
  • Don’t limit yourself to actual bridesmaids dresses.  I think I had a dream, nay, a vision!, about champagne sequins dresses.  I became obsessed by this idea.  I searched for months and months a few days, and found the perfect dress at Nordstrom.  It was reasonably priced and looked incredible… on my incredible looking bridesmaids.  I only wish I had ordered one for myself. (#crazybridestatement)
  • Make a list of things that meet the following criteria: If this doesn’t get done, I will not die.  If this doesn’t get done, the wedding will still go on.  If this doesn’t get done, I will likely be the only one who notices.  For me, Mass programs were on that list.  Not surprisingly, I didn’t get around to printing them.  And I didn’t die.  The wedding still went on.  Maybe a few people noticed, but I like to imagine they thought I was a devoted environmentalist and made a conscious decision to save my brother and sister trees of the rain forest.  Things that do not meet the criteria, just in case you need examples: getting your marriage license and getting to the church on time.  Commit to not having a meltdown if the things on this list do not get done.  Focus on the important things.  Like table linens.
  • Find a mantra, a happy place, or a patient friend (or a stiff drink?) for when things get a little frenzied.  They might.  They might not.  I’m lucky that we had very few bumps along the road (don’t ask me about our caterer), and planning our wedding was quite a bit of fun for me.  Anytime I felt myself turning ferocious, though, I tried (and sometimes succeeded) in reminding myself that people are operating from a very good place.  And with the best of intentions.  Ultimately, I get to spend the rest of my life with Nick, and that is all that matters.

Oh, and get a massage.  I knew I forgot something.

[…BUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE!: More official wedding photos and more advice for brides.]

Also On Tap for Today:

What’s your best (unsolicited) advice for brides-to-be?  

Today: The Bachelorette.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]I’ve never watched the show, but if it’s anything like this past weekend, I’ll be DVR-ing the next season.  I got to spend the last three days on the Cape with some of my absolute favorite people.  Equal parts low key and dancey, the weekend was absolutely perfect.

My sister and I picked up our cousin Katie from the train station Friday evening and made it to the Cape in record time, especially considering it was a holiday weekend.  We shared a bottle of wine and a game of Phase 10, before beginning the search for the ultimate “learn to dance like Michael Jackson” YouTube video and establishing the sole ground rule for the weekend (we only needed one):

If you say you’re going to do it, you have to do it.

I broke that rule first thing Saturday morning when I… um… forgot to wear my newly gifted clip-on veil on our run.  Colleen and Tina joined us shortly after we got back to the house, just in time for mimosas on the beach.  We enjoyed beautiful weather and perfect tides all weekend long.

Being a complete control freak person, I was anxious to know what was in store, and a bit nervous about the surprises the girls had in store.  Their thoughtfulness far surpassed anything I could have imagined.  My sister worked with Nick to create a guessing game/video, which was definitely a highlight of the weekend for me.  Not surprisingly, Nick and I had matching answers for most questions about one another, including how annoying my indecisiveness can be… and his questionable taste in music.  There wasn’t a dry eye in the house, though, as Nick talked about how excited he is to get married.

I am just so lucky.  For so many reasons.

Soon, our sweet ride was pulling up.  Katie connected with Jerry, owner of Cape Cod Limousine, and set up a fantastic evening for us.  Having a driver for the night was such a fun surprise.  We played with the overhead lights and music like a bunch of junior prom goers.  Our first stop was the Chatham Bars Inn for drinks by the gazebo as the sun was setting and a fabulous dinner in the tavern.

The roasted tomato soup was perfect for warming up (before donning a heavy Champagne jacket…).

After dinner, we made a quick stop at Land Ho! in Orleans.  I enjoyed a hard cider, a lap around the bar, and a quick lesson on life courtesy of the ladies room.

Jerry’s prediction that the scene at the Ho would be a bust proved true, though the band (and the band members’ hair) was quite good.  Sadly, our glow bracelets didn’t quite fit in.  And no one was dancing.  That was our cue to move on.

We took the express train limo to our old standby, the Woodshed, where we spend the rest of the night dancing, dancing, dancing, drinking and trying to avoid being danced on.  There was some aggressive elbowing taking place on that tiny dance floor.  The Boston Naturals played a great set and being surrounded by the girls had me smiling like mad.

I had to break out my flying squirrel costume (oh… doesn’t everyone have one?) before the night was over, but my attempt to sneak through the house resulted in a skinned knee.  You can’t win ’em all.  I am sure there are photos of Squirelizabeth, but I don’t have any.  Which is entirely fine by me.

Sunday morning, I slept later than I have in decades (possibly an exaggeration, but maybe not) and missed Colleen and Tina departing.  I had so much fun with them, and was glad they could both join us for part of the weekend.  Several of my friends and bridesmaids were traveling, moving, and attending weddings and though I certainly missed them, I felt their love from far away and appreciated all the texts and calls over the course of the weekend.

Katie, Andrea and I fit in another run before more time at the beach, more Phase 10, more MJ videos, and a trip to Kate’s.

Oh, and a beer can duel.  Because what’s a bachelorette party without Bud Light cans flying through the air?

I loved every minute of this weekend.

Also On Tap for Today:

  • I went away and it was August… I came back and it’s September?!
  • Just moved to Boston?
  • Grocery shopping (sort of an emergency)

If you were in a cover band, what would be on your must-play list?

Today: Freshly showered.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]I am as grateful as I am lucky, which is to say, very.  All of my lovely bridesmaids were in town this weekend, along with family and friends, to host the most wonderful bridal shower.  In short: I laughed, I cried (only a tiny, tiny bit… and they were happy tears), I got nail caviar.  I am still overwhelmed by everyone’s generosity.  I really am so grateful, and so lucky.

Nick and I started the weekend at CrossFit Southie, where I was able to increase my PR by 10lbs for the power snatch.  After a few really helpful coaching cues, I have improved significantly on that Olympic lift.  That’s one of the best things: if you work hard, you’ll continue improve and grow stronger.  After sweating like a beast, I had less than an hour to transform into a beauty.  Thank goodness for mascara.  And antiperspirant.

I traded my new lightweight training tank (a gift from my friends at Reebok) for this cute eyelet sundress (what good is a selfie without a photobomb from a random stuffed French bulldog?).  Side note 1: Stuffed animals totally creep me out.  But this one is a Frenchie.  And the proceeds benefitted a charity I love.  Side note 2: I am a natural frowner.  Those mouth corners seem to go down, even when I’m smiling.  And smizing.

Kristine picked me up just before one o’clock for a manicures, pedicures, Prosecco and lots of catching up at Bliss.  It was the perfect way to spend an afternoon.  It’s hard to believe it’s been a whole seven years since she traded Boston for New Jersey.  I miss living downstairs from her, and being able to see her at the drop of a hat (what a weird expression).  If I thought I could trick everyone into coming back home, I’d get married more often.  Sort of.

After plenty of pampering, we grabbed a bite to eat and did some browsing on Newbury Street before heading to my sister’s apartment.  Andrea, Katie, Meg, Kristine and Colleen had dangerously strong cosmopolitans, snacks, and plenty of Michael Jackson waiting, as well as some fun little surprises.  We enjoyed a lovely dinner and lots of laughs.  Pink prosecco?  Yes, please.  This little lady loves bubbles.

The next morning we headed home for the most lovely shower.  From the centerpieces (straight from my parents’ garden) to delicious food and incomparable company, it was just the perfect day.  I was spoiled rotten.

I’ve said it before, and I know I will say it again.  I am the luckiest.

Also On Tap for Today:

Are your dearest friends nearby, or far away?

Today: February Foodie Penpals and other things that require stamps.

[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]The closer we get to the end of February, the closer we get to the beginning of March.  That’s fairly evident.  The very beginning of March, though, is when I turn 30, shoot (environmentally friendly) confetti cannons from my car’s tailpipe and do a handstand on our glass table.  I can’t wait.  But thanks to stupid Leap Day, I must wait.  In the meantime, the end of the month also marks another foodie penpal reveal.  This month, Lisa sent me a lovely package all the way from Oklahoma.

I love Luna bars, but have never tried the s’mores nor the chocolate raspberry flavors.  Isn’t it fun when someone else shops for you?  Into my gym bag they go!  Lisa recommended trying the Snapea Crisps over a salad; I can’t wait to give this a try.  Same goes for the tabouli mix, which includes bulgar and various dehydrated veggies and herbs.  According to her sweet note, this is a staple at Lisa’s family gatherings.  Looks great… unlike the silver horse head that looked lovely in the store, but when posed with Lisa’s treats, that thing just looks… scary.   Back on topic:  If you’re interested in joining in the Foodie Penpal fun, or you’d like to see what everyone else sent and received, head over to Lindsay’s blog, The Lean Green Bean. She will announce new matches on March 5th, so don’t delay.  Act now, as they say.

In addition to those tasty goodies, a giant box of sequins arrive the same day.  It’s a miracle FedEx hasn’t issued a restraining order against me.  I stalk my orders like a woman possessed.  Especially when those packages are wedding-related.  I clicked refresh until “out for delivery” became “delivered.”  I clicked for proof of delivery.  I wondered whose name that was (the intrigue of living in a big building).  I breathed a sigh of relief.  The dress had arrived. Well, not the dress (that one will remain a secret until I walk down the aisle, obvi), but close.

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After a bit of browsing and pinning, I happened upon this beauty.  Just the thing for a November wedding.  Not too bridesmaid-ish.  More Champagne than gold.  Not too short, but not that awkward in-between length either.  I rushed over to my (newly engaged!) sister’s apartment so that she could model it.  It was perfect.  I kind of want to order one for myself.  And a matching bow tie for Clark.  I am overtired.

The only thing better than receiving mail is receiving more mail sending mail.  Me and my tote full of chia are off to the post office.

Also On Tap for Today:

  • I found a new doctor (just in the nick of time!)
  • My heart breaks for those affected by the shooting in Chardon, Ohio
  • Heading home to see my parents

Have you been a bridesmaid or groomsman?  Best/worst attire?