I will do my thing tonight folks, then it’s back on the wagon! Seriously…I’ve got a dress to get into soon!
au naturel December 30, 2009
I’ve been around the world and back with this hair of mine. Like most little Black girls, I had nappy hair that my mom (grudgingly) whipped into shape. Then (again like most of us) I got my hair chemically straightened and you couldn’t tell me nothing playa! I was throwing my hair around so much that you would’ve thought I’d get whiplash. But all isn’t well in relaxer-land, so I decided I wanted to see what kind of hair God blessed me with.
That was in 1998…and I haven’t had a relaxer since. I went from super short, to dreadlocks, to braids, to where I am now…flat ironing my hair. It’s definitely been a journey. That picture up above is from 2004 (can you tell I love to take pictures?!), I’d been locking for about four years at that point. It’s only been in the last year that I’ve not had dreads or braids, so (keeping it real) I’m relearning how to do my hair.
I get lots of questions about how I’m wearing it for the wedding and I have no idea. Like the Bible says: no, not one! I want to look nice on my wedding, but I don’t want to look like a stranger either! I don’t want folks wondering who that tall lady in the white dress is, lol! I also want my hair to be manageable because I plan on shaking my tail at the reception, so I can’t be worried about messing up my hair.
If anyone has ideas (and pictures!) of cute wedding hair, I’d love to see them.
Check this out…got it from over at Chocolate Brides. It’s a news story about why Black women aren’t getting married, even though we are…but that’s a discussion for another time.
it’s so charming December 29, 2009
One thing I’ve found out about getting engaged is that you don’t actually need an adjective when talking about your wedding dress….it’s just the “dress”. People ask me if I’ve found a dress. They ask what the dress looks like…they even ask to see pictures of the dress. I’m assuming that until I get married, there is no other dress.
I didn’t want to put the full picture up since The Mister is probably gonna read this and I certainly don’t want him to see it. It’s super cute and fits like a glove (a slightly small glove that I will have to work to get into) and won’t need any alterations. It’s an off-the-rack dress, but I just found out that it was a “test dress”…which apparently means that there are only a few out there until the company decides whether to make the dress en masse.
This is yet another place where I didn’t do things that I was supposed to do, but in my defense, I don’t have cable so I don’t watch all of those wedding shows on TV. I didn’t know that picking a dress was a family event…I went by myself. I didn’t know you were supposed to go to place after place looking for dresses…I bought it at the first store I went to. I didn’t know that it was supposed to be a ball gown…mine is not. I didn’t know you were supposed to spend a grip on it…ummm, I didn’t.
On the upside, the dress is bangin’ and I look pretty darn good in it if I must say so myself. Normally I’m not one to toot my own horn…but toot, toot!
monkeys are cute too December 28, 2009
This is Cody and he belongs to my brother and his family. I think Cody is super cute, super fun, and just all around great. But I don’t want a dog. I really like playing with other people’s dogs, but I know that I do not want a dog. Do not.
That’s kind of how I feel about a lot of the things I see in wedding magazines and blogs and whatnot. I really like seeing all of the things that folks are doing, but I do not want to do them. Do not.
I’m very excited about the things that The Mister and I have planned for our wedding, I think it’s going to be unique and fun and classy. I think it’ll be different and I think that’s a good thing. I’m not keen on decorating for the heck of it or because other folks have done it before…you know what I mean? I don’t want to have our wedding be about other’s expectations of what “a wedding” should be.
But the other side of this thought is I still want people to have fun…and will they have fun at our quirky wedding? I worry what they’ll think about the ceremony decorations, and the tea-length dress, and all of the other stuff that we’re doing that’s a bit different. I know it’s weird to worry about things that 1) I can’t control and 2) we’re gonna do anyway, but I do.
envelopes! December 27, 2009
So if you’ll remember my (somewhat) embarrassing joy over getting my paper samples for my invitations, it’s only been surpassed by my excitement about my envelopes.
I got the second set of paper printed up and showed The Mister all of the options and he picked his fave. There were two that I really liked and he picked one of them, so “yay!”. Now that the paper issue is solved, we’re on to picking envelopes. Our invitations are a bit unique, so we’ve chosen to be unique with our paper and envelope choices. So I sent out for five envelope choices that I think may look nice with the paper that we’ve chosen. We’re visiting my family right now and the main reason I’m excited to get back is that I know the envelopes will be waiting for me when I get back.
The save-the-dates (STD’s…hee, hee) went out last week and the invitations & reply cards will go out (hopefully) at the beginning of March. I would imagine that there will be no other point in my life where I’m this fired up about stationary.
give it away now December 26, 2009
I remember watching the movie Father of the Bride and thinking…no way am I getting married and putting my dad through that!
Of course, I figured that I would get married and my dad would walk down the aisle, we’d do our father-daughter dance, and all would be well with the world. But then my dad died suddenly. I mean like I’d talked to him the night before and then the next day there was a message on my phone from the hospital. Kinda spun my world off kilter for a while.
Not having my dad around for all of the excitement and planning of the wedding has been weird to say the least. Am I super excited to be marrying The Mister? Yes! Am I sad that my dad has never met The Mister? Yes. Am I very sad that my dad can’t walk me down the aisle? Yes. Am I fired up that my brother will do the honors? Yes! See what I mean? Such a dichotomy of emotions.
I suppose it’s a case of expectations not meeting up with the reality of life. I’d always just assumed and expected that my dad would be around for my wedding. Real life has dictated that he’s not…and I’ve got to get right with that.