To Spruce up any envelope, you can create your own personalized Postage. For us, we decided to use Zazzle.com because of their price as well as their easy to use editing tools.
Another site that offers personalized stamps is Stamps.com.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Postage
To Spruce up any envelope, you can create your own personalized Postage. For us, we decided to use Zazzle.com because of their price as well as their easy to use editing tools.
Another site that offers personalized stamps is Stamps.com.
Pretty pretty Flowers
My favorite part about a wedding that I knew I didn't want to skimp on was flowers... Here are some photos from Theknot.com and other misc wedding resources:
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
Hey Mister, SAVE THAT DATE!!!
Before I was engaged I knew I wanted to do Save-the-Date's and now it was time to finally get to live my dream! Already, I had a fridge full of magnets and was a little shy about the thought my face on everyone's fridge to see for the next 8 months. I saw a little article on in Martha Stewart Weddings about calendar stickers and like lightning striking my pretty little head, I visualized my Save-the-cards!
My supplies:
- Custom Stickers from Zazzle to give it more a polished look
- Notecards and envelopes from EnvelopeMall
- Vellum paper from Staples Office Supply Stores
- Photo corners from Michael's Craft Stores
- Double-stick tape
With a few of my bridesmaid's help, we put all of them together in about two hours.
So, what do you think?
BLING BLING
When you have so much time between your wedding and the present time, you start to scanning the web to find new ways to make your wedding stand out from others. First you want the lighting to be this way, then you think about linens and colors, next is flowers, and that's when you stumble onto something so you SOO don't need but you "oh so want."
That is my feelings and "need" to have Acrylic Diamond Table Confetti. Seeing how I love the idea of sparkles and shine of my rock on my hand and even more so in candlelight, I thought how amazing the prisms would be with these beauties!!!
I'm sold!
Frick or Frack...
The next big decision we had to make was probably the hardest decision of them all...where to have the reception.
My parents came down for the weekend to scout out receptions sites. Going into the whole selection process I was very leery of costs. I knew how much everything costs but I don't think my parents quite knew the blow to their pocketbooks it would be. I kept my thoughts to myself and decided to go with what they liked the most. Who knew it would be so hard!
The first place we looked at was a banquet hall made a living on throwing lavish parties. Problem with this place was it wasn't lavish at all. Though on the low spectrum of the dollar signs, my parents quickly gutted this idea from their cognitive heads and moved on. The next place was a home estate. Beautiful Victorian estate that had acres of gardens and trees. Downfall was there were no bathrooms. YES YOU READ THAT RIGHT! NO BATHROOMS. I ask this, how can a family who rents out their estate for weddings have no bathrooms? Well, it's called a Portapotty. I guess they rent "fancy" ones that flush. Once we heard this, we politely took the information and ran.
Feeling a little down in the dumps, I knew I had to find something and only had two more places to go. Both I thought would be completely out of the question for price. We drove up in the hill to the Country Club and parked in the wrap around drive way. Memories of childhood flooded my brain. I hadn't been back in ages and here I am, in front of the club I used to spend my summers goofing off by the pool. We walked in and were greeted by an older gentleman who gave us the tour. Looking over the golf course, our guests could mingle on our own private terrace and move into the dining room for dinner and dancing later on. The price was quite reasonable and it all seemed to be working out. My feelings quickly turned around and already picturing myself and my FI taking portraits by the lake while our guests gape at us from a distance.
The last and final place was at vineyard that I secretly loved. It was relatively new to the wedding reception circuit and still in the parameters of what my father deemed appropriate for our guests to drive. When we drove up, we were greeted by Kimberly, one of the owners of the establishment. Her and her husband live in the restored Victorian home and was extremely helpful and polite. As we walked through her gardens, envisioning a wedding here was easy. The immaculate lawns, the elaborate outdoor fireplace crackling, the vines draping the hills in the distance would make any person feel at peace. You feel a world away from the hustle and bustle of the city. While Kimberly chatted away, I looked hard for something to not love. I felt disappointed at myself for falling in love with a place that I thought was too much, until we saw the price tag... as I watched my parents go over the numbers I held my breathe and uttered reassurance that the country club would be okay and that's when they sprung it on us, it was our choice.
Price wise, both were very reasonable. But the main issue was what type of wedding celebration would we have. Were we going to have the typical indoor banquet reception or would we dance under the stars while drinking fine wine. We spent the day debating it, indoor or outdoor, this or that... frick or frack. And then my dad said something I never forgot, he said that I unique and couldn't picture me dancing in a ordinary country club when we could be loving life and celebrating my wedding day under the Full Moon. And at that moment, the decision was made.
My parents came down for the weekend to scout out receptions sites. Going into the whole selection process I was very leery of costs. I knew how much everything costs but I don't think my parents quite knew the blow to their pocketbooks it would be. I kept my thoughts to myself and decided to go with what they liked the most. Who knew it would be so hard!
The first place we looked at was a banquet hall made a living on throwing lavish parties. Problem with this place was it wasn't lavish at all. Though on the low spectrum of the dollar signs, my parents quickly gutted this idea from their cognitive heads and moved on. The next place was a home estate. Beautiful Victorian estate that had acres of gardens and trees. Downfall was there were no bathrooms. YES YOU READ THAT RIGHT! NO BATHROOMS. I ask this, how can a family who rents out their estate for weddings have no bathrooms? Well, it's called a Portapotty. I guess they rent "fancy" ones that flush. Once we heard this, we politely took the information and ran.
Feeling a little down in the dumps, I knew I had to find something and only had two more places to go. Both I thought would be completely out of the question for price. We drove up in the hill to the Country Club and parked in the wrap around drive way. Memories of childhood flooded my brain. I hadn't been back in ages and here I am, in front of the club I used to spend my summers goofing off by the pool. We walked in and were greeted by an older gentleman who gave us the tour. Looking over the golf course, our guests could mingle on our own private terrace and move into the dining room for dinner and dancing later on. The price was quite reasonable and it all seemed to be working out. My feelings quickly turned around and already picturing myself and my FI taking portraits by the lake while our guests gape at us from a distance.
The last and final place was at vineyard that I secretly loved. It was relatively new to the wedding reception circuit and still in the parameters of what my father deemed appropriate for our guests to drive. When we drove up, we were greeted by Kimberly, one of the owners of the establishment. Her and her husband live in the restored Victorian home and was extremely helpful and polite. As we walked through her gardens, envisioning a wedding here was easy. The immaculate lawns, the elaborate outdoor fireplace crackling, the vines draping the hills in the distance would make any person feel at peace. You feel a world away from the hustle and bustle of the city. While Kimberly chatted away, I looked hard for something to not love. I felt disappointed at myself for falling in love with a place that I thought was too much, until we saw the price tag... as I watched my parents go over the numbers I held my breathe and uttered reassurance that the country club would be okay and that's when they sprung it on us, it was our choice.
Price wise, both were very reasonable. But the main issue was what type of wedding celebration would we have. Were we going to have the typical indoor banquet reception or would we dance under the stars while drinking fine wine. We spent the day debating it, indoor or outdoor, this or that... frick or frack. And then my dad said something I never forgot, he said that I unique and couldn't picture me dancing in a ordinary country club when we could be loving life and celebrating my wedding day under the Full Moon. And at that moment, the decision was made.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Picking the church...
Some parts of the whole wedding you tend to second guess, others parts, well, it was just a given. For me it was the church.
I grew up in a small Southern Californian town minutes away from the beach. We dealt with June-Gloom and usually never saw the mercury hit about 85. My town was in the middle of vegatable fields and at one point was known as the Lima Bean Capital of the World! In this little town was a little chapel that was a foundation of the school and a big congregation. Every Monday growing up, my class would attend Mass and I'd marvel in the beautiful Italian Imported marbel and German Stained-Glass windows. I awed at the mysterous mauseleum that was under the chapel and relished the beautiful gardens on the side. Every Monday I walked in I knew one day I would be married there.
In January, when talking to my FI about where to say "I DO" the little chapel of my dreams popped into my head... and well, the rest is history.
Welcome to my little blog
When I first got engaged I thought how easy a wedding would be. I thought, you pick a church, you pick a reception site, you pick a dress and TADA, you are done. WRONG.
Well, here I am to document my every project and decision so at the end of it, I can see what truly went into planning for one day that allows you to enter into another world of marriage.
Enjoy!
Well, here I am to document my every project and decision so at the end of it, I can see what truly went into planning for one day that allows you to enter into another world of marriage.
Enjoy!
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