Mmm...cake Redux

man...I hate diets.

Mmm... cake.

A simple question: What kind of cake do you like?

We're still just in the brainstorming step of determining our delicious wedding dessert.

I leave it an open question because I'm not an expert, and really just want to know what you think.

Plus -- I need an excuse to put up this video:

Veils of little avail

When I bought my dress I tried on the veil and decided I wanted one. Of course, I balked at the price. There was no way I was going to drop $400 for a flimsy piece of tulle. So cheap me decided to find a cool sewing pattern and make one myself. This could end up being a disastrous idea. At first glance, I'm not sure I like any of these. Firstly, I look horrendous in hats, (my cheeks are way too big to pull it off) even baseball caps. I am curious about the veil attached to the fez. Does anyone know a bride who has donned such a trail blazing look? Secondly, I don't know what the appropriate length of a veil should be considering my dress already has a train. Also, should the fabric be ivory to match the color of the gown, or can it be a lighter or darker hue?

Happy Easter

Hope everyone had a nice weekend and a happy Easter Sunday with loved ones. I decided to make another little collage instead of eating obscene amounts of chocolate eggs and bunnies. Although, in order to make myself feel better for being so far from home and Easter lamb, I ate some yummy ice cream.
In wedding news, I have been scoping out ebay for pretty green vases and pitchers. I think I am going to wait until summer to start buying any. Who knows? I might not even want them come June. In terms of flowers, Oskar likes the idea of succulents in the centerpieces. So far I haven't really been able to find many pictures of them for such an occasion.

Lady Marmalade indeed.

You have all heard by now, thanks to my panic attack, frantic phone calls and emails, that I finally bought my wedding dress.
I really hadn’t planned on buying a dress last weekend. I wanted to go to three stores before making a final decision. But I had a couple things against my favor. First, it’s already March. Dresses are usually purchased 4-6 months before the wedding. Secondly, I didn’t go the store with any pictures, which is ridiculous because I have no less than fifteen bridal magazines and tons of pictures of dresses I love on my computer. Third, the price I was offered was super-awesome.

I am not a frilly, pouf girl. The dresses I do buy are basic, classic and understated. This dress I chose is the princess dress that a girl with a Cinderella complex would wear. That’s why I was freaking out. When I tried it on I was a completely different person. I couldn’t stop smiling. The consultant was like “Wow, your face just lit up.” My mom was like “Why are you going to try another one? That’s it.”
I loved it, but at the same time, this dress was everything I was against: pouffy, princess-like, strapless for crying out loud! Organza and a train!
After I tried a couple more I was close to choosing yet another white, A-line gown. I wasn’t crazy about it but it looked good on me. The consultant said “Okay, I love this one on you, but I think you should try the second one again.”
I said no. I think in part I was tired and also, I was afraid that I was going to like it and take it knowing that I might be the subject of ridicule later on. “Are you sure?” she asked. “No come on try it on.”
I did, and that was that. I had to have it.

Moral of the story I guess: I think I need to accept the fact that I don’t have the most sophisticated taste in fashion. The wedding dress, for some, may be the most important fashion choice a they will make. I mean let’s face it, I ain’t never going to the Oscars. Plus, I also need to accept that some people won’t like my dress, and that’s okay. I love my dress and it makes me feel good. I might look like I’m going to a cotillion, but…yeah, okay there really is no silver lining there. It’s cool. I can just pull a Celine Dion, and have another ceremony in ten years time and pick another dress.

Oh well, it could have been way worse.