Posted on March 3rd, 2011 by cynthia.
If you were ever to look at my fiancee and myself, you would probably wonder if she is the more dominate between the two of us. After all, she is taller – she has more of the tomboyish look, even though I see her more as a ‘blipster’ (translation: black hipster). She has the skinny jeans, the hi-tops, the college t-shirts and even though she wears skirts and dresses that is not typical of her style. Me on the other hand, I wear nothing but skirts with a mix of heels or flip-flops (when the weather permits, of course), I’m shorter, I tend to celebrate my curvaceousness and all things feminine. So looking at us, you would probably think she was the man in the relationship which usually happens when we are dealing with the straights.
Which annoys both of us to no end. Our exterior appearance notwithstanding, between the two of us, she is more sensitive, I’m more of the rock and we both like to watch sports and play video games so in our minds our relationship is pretty balanced but it really amazes me how quickly we are thrust into two categories. After all, why can’t we be two women in love?
Posted on June 21st, 2010 by Sar.
Assembling invites is not a fun task, but one thing makes it better: beer! Nicole and I assembled our invites over the course of a few days. First she stuffed them all with the map and printed invite. While we waited for the reply postcards to arrive in the mail we cut the envelope liners, glued them in place and stuck on the address labels. So now here we were ready to stuff envelopes and stick on the postage! I was actually quite surprised by how much they cost to mail… 88 cents a piece! At least we saved some money on the reply card postage!!
Posted on April 27th, 2010 by Sar.
Nicole and I first met in art school where we both majored in computer art. After college we both wound up working in different industries. Nicole is a 3D Animator in the Exhibit Design industry and I am a Broadcast Graphic Artist. So needless to say when it came to the invites we knew we would be designing them ourselves!
As I explained in my post about crafting our save the dates our muse for the wedding designs was a yard of fabric I picked up from my hometown fabric store. The fabric we fell in love with was chocolate brown and aqua damask print and it has inspired almost every item we have designed for our big day.
For a while now I’ve been in love with a store called Paper Source. They sell fun kitschy gifts, and teach lots of techniques for making your own invitations. Unfortunately there isn’t one near our house, so we decided to take a day trip to the one in Princeton and buy all the supplies we need. We decided on square chocolate enclosures with a diagonal pocket and pool blue and white papers for the invite and map inside.
We wanted both our colors represented on the front of the invite, so we decided to cut a damask pattern out of the front of the chocolate enclosure, and paste the pool blue paper behind it. I bought a used Pazzles paper cutter from craigslist to aid us in this task and the last few weekends Nicole and I have been cutting all the invites and pasting in the pool blue paper. Initially we had a few headaches but we are on a roll now and almost all of them are cut out!!
The next step: designing the invite and map inserts…. stay tuned!
Lynn says that the best achievement of the whole wedding was that I hadn’t managed to see the reception space until after the wedding. That our family took care of that and somehow managed to make me stay out of it was a monumental achievement for which I am grateful. Everything was gorgeous. Even though I planned it, secretly I didn’t think tulle would work (I mean, ick—tulle) but it covered the shelf with our childhood photos and made everything kind of floaty and magical along the mirrored wall. The flowers were lovely, and the colors all came together nicely.*
We came into the room and went straight to the dance floor for our first dance. We took lessons, but there is no overcoming our most serious ballroom impediment–I’m not meant to lead. And, since Lynn is too short to see over my shoulder (bless her), I have to even though I’m really bad at it. My lack of skills only got worse once we got in there and I started to get nervous with all of those people watching. Luckily Lynn caught on and started to twirl me around, rather than sticking to our routine. Everyone clapped and we loosened up for the rest of the dance.