- 6 years ago
- Wedding: January 2012
I finally got my pictures back, and I LOVE them! So excited and happy! And so, without further ado, I give you the first of my pro recaps from the big day! My previous recap from the day before (setup, the rehearsal, and the rehearsal dinner) can be found here.
My wedding day started out a lot more laid back than I thought it would be, although I was pretty exhausted. The night before, I was at the rehearsal dinner until around 11:30. For some reason, I was one of the last people there, even though I told everyone I would have to bow out early. Oh well.
I stayed the night that night in a hotel near the reception site, since I didn’t want to spend my last night as a single lady with my fiancé. Since my parents are from out of town, they, too, were staying there, and they were also generous enough to host a hospitality suite there for people to hang out in. I swung by their room right before bed so I could say good night, and lo and behold, two of my very good friends – I was a bridesmaid at their wedding a year and a half ago – who had just flown in from London were in there. It was the first time I had seen them since their wedding, so despite the fact that I needed to get to bed and they were jetlagged beyond all belief, we had to chat for a while. It was all worth it, though, since they broke the big news to me that night: they were pregnant! I was one of the very first people to find out, too! 😀
I *finally* got to my room around 1:30 in the morning or so, and then I still had to shower, make sure everything was ready for the next day, etc. At the last minute, I realized I hadn’t yet written a letter to my betrothed to read before he saw me, so I had to put that together. I didn’t get to bed until about 2:30.
…And then someone called my room at 6:00. I rolled over, picked up the phone, muttered something like “MMRRGGGGAAAAAAAAAARGHMMM!” and hung up. I got up and had already gotten dressed before I looked at the clock and realized that my wakeup call wasn’t for another 45 minutes. I still don’t know who called me, though. They probably heard my response, realized they had actually called a sleeping yeti, and ran for the hills.
Since I had some extra time on my hands, I went downstairs and got breakfast. I was so excited I could barely eat, but I made myself eat plenty anyway. I ran into my dad, my grandpa and his wife, and a few other guests down there, and it was really nice to have 45 minutes of stress-free (though very sleepy) interactions with my loved ones.
After all that, the tizzy began. I went back upstairs and did my eye makeup, since I knew it would be the most time-intensive part. My bridesmaids were supposed to come and meet me in my room to begin getting ready, but they were all running a bit late. Thus, I had to leave for my hair appointment almost immediately after they arrived.
My hair was probably the biggest problem of the day. Though I had had a trial run with the stylist earlier that had gone smoothly, she just could NOT do it that day. It kept falling apart, and then it was horribly lumpy and ugly-looking, and she kept having to undo it. I was told the appointment would take an hour and a half at the most. Instead, it took two and a half hours. I was stressed out and pissed off, though I tried to remain as nice and courteous as I could. The lady finally gave up and grabbed another stylist, who got it done in about ten minutes. They put in my veil, and then I got up and ran. Of course, there was ridiculously heavy traffic (around 12:30 PM on a Saturday – WTF?), so it took a good forty minutes for me to get to the church.
HOWEVER, while all that was going on, my bridesmaids and the other VIPs had already made their way there, and while they got ready, our photographers started getting to work!
This is my beautiful SIL, and my Maid/Matron of Honor is the one in the back zipping her up. One of the things I like the most about these pictures before I showed up is how happy everyone looks. It makes me feel like they really were excited for me and about the wedding, even if I wasn’t there to see it.
Here is Bridesmaid F, my BFF who flew in from Japan for the wedding even though she had never left her home country before, helping her daughter (aka Adorably Precocious, the oldest of our three flower girls) get ready. I love this picture because Bridesmaid F looks so gorgeous in it!
At long last, I arrived. I like this picture because I look so calm and collected in it, even though I was completely freaking out because I had lost so much time due to the stupid hair appointment. Here’s a fun story: I arrived at the church at 1:07, which was less than an hour before the wedding was supposed to begin at 2:00. A couple of my good friends showed up at the exact same moment. They came running over to my car to greet me, and they were both oohing and ahing over how beautiful I looked and how I was the perfect picture of a blushing bride. I opened the car door, and they exclaimed, “GEM! It’s so good to see you! You look gorgeous!”
My response: “F***! F***! F***************!!! I’M SO LATE! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! PLEASE HELP ME CARRY THIS STUFF INSIDE OH GOD SO LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE F********************!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
They were awesome and helped me, but apparently, the moment I was safely inside the bride’s room and they were gone, they both busted out laughing hysterically because I had managed to so perfectly ruin their image of me as a sweet blushing bride.
However, after a few minutes of desperate makeup application, I realized I was still going to be ready in time, and I relaxed a bit. I continued fixing myself up while Adorably Precocious and her sister Mini Precocious made silly noises behind me.
At the same time, my fiancé’s aunt was getting her daughter, our youngest flower girl and my fiancé’s cousin (aka Cousin FG), ready for the wedding. This little girl is special needs, so she needed a bit more help getting ready, but she looked like a little angel when she was done. Her mom was just SO PROUD of her, too. The pictures of Cousin Flower Girl with her parents are probably some of my very favorite from the entire wedding.
With my makeup done, it was finally time for me to get dressed. I made two very large tactical errors when I got dressed that morning, so it made getting dressed at the church even more exciting. My first error was to forget to put on a button-down shirt before heading to the hair stylist, and that’s why I’m wearing my jacket in all these getting ready pictures. I don’t have anything on under it.
My second error was not to put my frilly white panties on while at the hotel. Instead, I was forced to change them in the bride’s room with about twenty people watching. Thus, I was forced to put on my petticoat, remove my jeans and uncute panties from under it, and then put on the cute white frilly ones.
So yeah, that picture above? That’s my “Really? Are you REALLY taking a picture of me putting on my panties? REALLY?!?” face.
Once the panty situation was taken care of, it was time to get me into my dress. My huge dress, by the way, was approximately the same mass and weight as most small black holes. Therefore, lifting it above me to put it on was truly a team effort that required no less than every single one of my six bridesmaids, both my mom and my Mother-In-Law, about fifteen minutes, and the kitchen sink.
I like to think that when my hand finally shot up through the top of the dress, a bolt of lightning came down from the sky and struck the church, and my Maid/Matron of Honor shouted, “The bride! She lives! Rise, my creation! RIIIIIIIIIISE!”
That’s the face my Maid/Matron of Honor makes when she realizes she’s going to look like Arnold Schwarzenegger by the end of this thing, since she’s spent the past several minutes lifting eleventy-seven metric tons of dress over her head.
Like I said, it was a team effort. Thank goodness for my photographer, too, who was coaching us through the whole thing while she snapped pictures. She has been through this once or twice before and had a bit more experience than us, believe it or not.
Once I was finally into the dress, it was time to lace it. I work at a renaissance festival and am pretty used to wearing corsets, but I was not ready for the combined power of all my bridesmaids. After having to lift all its weight, I think they had a bit of a vendetta against my dress, so they pulled HARD.
My mommy finished lacing me up. <3
While all that happened, Adorably Precocious and Mini Precocious were busy getting into trouble. They could get away with it, though, because they’re…
Between the three of my flower girls, I’m surprised there was any adorable left for all the YouTube kitten and puppy videos to be adorable that day. In fact, I’ll bet that those videos just disappeared for the entire day of January 14th just because there wasn’t enough adorable left in the world to support them. My little girls hogged it all. I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m totally not.
My mom helped me at the end with my necklace and a few other last minute bits. I love this photo because she looks so proud. Also, my mom looked insanely gorgeous at the wedding, don’t you agree? She cleans up pretty well.
Can’t forget the earrings!
Or the garter. This picture makes me giggle because of my husband’s comment once I posted it on Facebook: “Mmm. My wife is hot.”
Now, “What,” you might ask, “is GreenEyedMoon holding in this picture? Is that a spork? Why in the world would she be holding a spork?”
I would respond, “Yes, yes, I am holding a spork. Because SPORK. Really, is any more explanation than that needed?”
The story is a bit longer than that, though. You see, sporks are not only awesome, but they’re the greatest weapon in all of existence. Beginning in high school, I started wearing a spork in my hair whenever it was up in a ponytail. For that reason, I’m kind of infamous as the Spork Girl.
Not long before the ceremony began, the church coordinator came in to give us the three minute warning. Suddenly, my Maid/Matron of Honor exclaimed, “Wait! GEM, do you have a spork???” I had one in the car, but not with me. Maid/Matron of Honor said, “STOP THE WEDDING!!!” …And sure enough, she grabbed my car keys and ran outside, and she delayed the wedding by about two minutes just so she could fetch it and I could get married with a spork. I shoved it down my cleavage and wore it there for the rest of the day. My Maid/Matron of Honor is awesome.
Then the photographer pulled out a present for me. She had my fiancé’s letter to me. While all the bridesmaids lined up outside, I opened it up and read it.
He wrote me some of the sweetest things. <3
I was already tearing up by the time I finished reading the letter. I barely had any time to compose myself before it was game time!
And so, with all that, my preparation was finished, and all the stress melted away. From this moment on, I was just happy to be marrying the love of my life, and I seriously didn’t worry about anything else for the rest of the day. I folded my fiancé’s letter back up, walked outside to meet my dad, and waited to go and my love into my husband.
RECAP OF THE BOYS’ PREP COMING SOON!