Hi girls,
Just wondering what you all think about ribbon backdrops?
I am wanting a backdrop for ...
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05/16/2011
 My Bridesmaids. In co-ordinating blue. Cause they would do that for me. The "Welcome" Table My fabulous Maid of Honour Jules doin' her thang. "Share your best wishes and tips with our bride. Leave her a love note before the knot's tied." Love the photos and mix and match frames. The "Cocktails" Table. My favourite table. Punch and lemonade. The "Sweets" Table The cookies.....made with love. Almost Married is right! So sweet. The cake station The prettiest cake The table settings-just lovely. The whole hall-perfect. So pretty LOVE the arrangements-they were perfect. The girls made me wear my napkin over my dress. Probably for the best. My place setting. One of the games with played. A crossword of all the things I love. Rita concentrating VERY hard on the crossword. Announcing some prize winners. Oh you know. LOVING my scrapbook kit! Some of the wee lassies who attended-Madeline and Merrin. Birks Baby! You can dress me up. But don't even THINK of taking me out. Story time with the kids apparently. Someone made his way to the sweets table. Surprise Surprise. Gang's all here! Me and My Mum's <3 Jules and I Three Generations of Love. Me and My Nonna. She comes up to my belly button. Almost Married Moi. Some of my love notes. "Never go to bed angry. Even when you know it's all his fault" The favours. Cookies! The boy showed up with flowers. What a guy. Cutting my delicious cake My Photobook from the girls. <3 LOVE IT! So true. Every word.                                               |
{my lovely bridal shower}
i've said it before and i'll say it again-how did i get so lucky?
honestly, there are days in a girl's life when you just sit back and think "holy shit...this is really happening to me right now". a first kiss. realizing you have fallen in love. {saying yes}. a bridal shower. days i can remember in detail; days i will never forget. yesterday was one of those days. it poured here as it has been for what seems like years and i was bummed for about four seconds before i realized-it's only fitting to rain the day of my shower. it piss poured the day of our {stag and doe} as well, so for the wedding, we are free and clear. nothing but blue skies and shining sun, we've paid our dues and mother nature has an "i.o.u" with our name on it. that little bitch. anyways. my day started and i was pretty calm, cool and collected. i owe that to my girlfriend lindsay who came to my home, did my hair, chatted me through my make-up and brought me to the shower. she was easy breezy with me and got me even more excited for the day then i already was. she told me i look like a bride, through a smile from ear to ear. she's a peach. we got to the hall with hardly any time to spare before my guests arrived. i walked into the room and wasn't at all prepared for it to take my breath away. doilies, pink tissue poms, lace, vintage glass, fresh flowers, mix and match that with match and mix this. gold frames, pictures of paul and i, sweets, favours and an antique tea cup and saucer for each lady to sip tea from. every last detail was chosen with care, thought and love-and you could see it...and feel it. every wish i made to be able to help plan the day went out the window with each step i took into the room. everywhere i looked i saw a little bit of each of my girls. miss jennifer b here and cass there. laura under this and julia on that. i knew who thought of what and knew why too. but mixed in with these four beautiful girls, was me too. plain as day to see, this was MY bridal shower. no ifs, ands or buts. the tears welled up and i got out a quick ugly cry before the rest of the guests arrived. we sat down to a delicious served meal, which was my mom's main concern. i understand her italian needs, and was so appreciative she chose the venue she did as i scarfed down each bite. she had her bridal shower at the same place 27 years ago...it was a special moment for us. we played a few very sweet games throughout the afternoon, and gave away the cutest prizes. paulie even made an appearance with our groomsmen ricky, and a stunning bouquet of fresh white flowers. i didn't see him walk in, but probably could have heard the girls swoooon his entrance from mars. he's a good man. i opened presents while sitting in an antique chair and was blown away by everyone's incredibly generous gifts. we received some kitchen items, euros to be spent on our honeymoon in italy, cash gifts and something very special from my bridesmaids. i was spoiled with a set of the prettiest pearl earrings from {birks} and a book they had made and bound of our engagement photos. it includes our favourite quotes, lyrics to our first dance, and the poem being read during our ceremony. it is the most thoughtful, creative, beautiful gift i have ever received, and i can't say what it means to me. simply, i love it. the day went by in a flash and the next thing i knew i was sitting on the couch with paul. my mind still racing from moment to moment i replayed the day in my head and took a minute to savor how i was feeling. still now, i am overwhelmed by all the hard work, time, care and love that my bridesmaids, mom and paul's mom put into one of the most special days in my life. i don't have words to express my gratitude and appreciation, and hugs and smiles just aren't enough. i think they know how thankful i am by the way i felt yesterday, i hope they could feel that from me. "simply said from the heart...thank you". ~i love each of you forever, always and then some more~ |
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05/12/2011
 My two favourite patterns Each pattern we used The whole kit and caboodle The RSVP {Love Notes} Envelope and Invite First stages The inside Perfect Lined up Ready to go! The write up. Simple and Sweet. Because two is better then one.              |
invitation sensation!
done and done
i am so pumped to say that my wedding invitations are no longer in my possession or in control of my brain. stuffed, stamped and shipped the hell out, they now take up residence in our guests homes.
having made their way through the hands of almost everyone i love, these invitations were an all-consuming, all-controlling, all-everything part of my life, and as over the moon as i am with how they turned out, i can finally move onto the other crafts and projects i have been dying to work on. when i made a deal with the devil (aka paulie) to make our invitations in exchange for our amazing videographer, i never realized what i was signing up for. i thought a max of 2 or 3 craft dates, maybe $150 dollars and i would send out the baddest invitations i could possibly dream of. i was so wrong it ain't funny. if i made an educated guess, i would say a total of 45-50 hours were spent turning a few stacks of scrapbook paper, a roll of lace and some photo booth pictures into the invitations we sent our guests. although i tried to pull the dutch out of me and purchase all my supplies when on sale (god bless {michael's} and their frequent 40% off sales and online coupons) i still spent approximately $400 on the materials needed. sending them out was the biggest fiasco of the wedding planning process thus far. we stamped them, brought them to the post office to ensure there was enough postage on them, and of course, the girl there advised there wasnt. we spent 10 minutes at the counter putting another stamp on them, dropped them into the bin, and were advised they would be sent out around 4pm the next day. cue the next afternoon. i had two more invitations to drop off as i wasnt positive about the addresses i had written out. at another post office location, i handed over the last two invites to the clerk, and said a prayer of thanks. ok miss, i just need to grab a few more stamps to put on these. ummm .exsqueeze me? i already added extra postage i told the girl at the counter. oh. its not enough. have you sent out any others? she asked me. yes. but only 78 others i said, about 2 seconds away from punching her in the smile. yeah. those are all going to come back to you. and that usually takes some time. then you have to put the right amount of postage on them, and then send them out again. i turned around, left the store, got into my car and started screaming like a mad woman. im pretty sure the old couple in the car next to me were too terrified to get out in case i started my car and drove over them. so i called my mom. like i was 4 years old. LUCKILY, she works two stores down from the post office i dropped all my invites off to the night before. remembering i had until 4pm before they were shipped out, i sent my mother on a wild goose chase-pick up the envelopes, weigh them (again), threaten the girl at the counter with her life, buy more stamps, add the postage, realize she didnt have all of them, go back to the post office, pick up the missed envelopes, buy more stamps, add them to the envelopes, bring them all back, threaten the girl (again) and drop them off for good. ciao. peace. hasta la wago. arrivederci. i have to thank the amazing people who helped me make the wedding invitations of my dreams. my mom, bridesmaids and fabulous girlfriends-you never once said "amanda, this is going to take an entire work week of hours plus some OT to complete, can we dumb it down a wee bit?". you poured me wine and fed me chips and smiled your way through every snip of your scissors and peel and stick square. you are all such hard workers and are so creative, and i love you all for that. paulie too. we spent several nights at the dining room table, baseball on the tv and a rye and coke in hand. we got through all the dirty work, and the finished product speaks for itself. if you get the chance to make your own wedding invitations, i say go for it. the satisfaction of knowing no one else will ever have anything like it is worth the work all day long. one bit of advice: no drinks on the table when crafting. "if i was the bride, there would be a no drinks on the table rule. but that's only if i was the bride" |
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05/10/2011
 perfect for paulie our bands oh, you know. bling for me and boring for him. jokes. kinda. a perfect fit.      |
the boy & the band
can we talk about something real quick?
how is it that you can stick a wedding band on a boy, and all of a sudden he is 300% cuter? what is it about that little ring of gold that makes me (and a lot of girls) weak in the knees? one word: commitment. and it is damn sexy. a wedding band screams "this boy has balls!". he's not scared to say hes taken-hell, he might even change his relationship status on facebook. it's the whole idea that he has found that one girl he wants to spend the rest of his life with...oh, and that girl is me. i knew that finding paul's band was going to be difficult. i had spent the first few months of our engagement working on convincing him he HAD to get one. "cant i just get a cheap sterling silver one? or one out of a bubble gum machine?". i think my eyes piercing through his skull made him realize this was not an option, and it was time to put his big boy pants on and deal with it. once he knew what he DIDN'T want, we began the hunt. who knew it would take 5 stores more than i tried to find it. we even started telling the associate's working at the jewelry store that "we want the most plain, simple, non-shiny wedding band you have in the store". it made me laugh to see them have to go to the back room, or the drawer UNDER the display case to find something so boring, they don't even bother to display it. after looking at over 50 rings, he finally made a commitment. and oddly enough, it was the first one he tried on, and was purchased at the same store i found mine. as painful as it is to deal with his indecisiveness and inability to commit within a reasonable time (ahem almost 7 years of dating before a proposal) he ends up making the perfect decision for him, and i like that. his wedding band is EXACTLY what i had been picturing all along, and looks really nice on him. it is white gold with an unpolished finish and is trimmed with a beaded band on each side. it isn't too thick or chunky, and sits flush on his finger. he hates having it on, but he'll just have to learn to like it now won't he? cause that baby ain't ever coming off. as much as it doesn't matter to him but totally matters to me, it looks very nice next to mine. almost like a "his" and "hers" set, they are simple but elegant, clean and classic. i had a 20 minute photo shoot with them last night, and couldn't get over the fact that in one month, they will be on our hands. the last piece of the puzzle is figuring out what to have inscribed inside his band. i have a few options i am toying with, but can't seem to commit to one. i guess i have picked up whatever disease paulie has. we made a deal to inscribe something into each of our bands, and on the day of the wedding, take 5 minutes to ourselves after the ceremony to see what we had put into each of our rings. it's an excuse to add another element of surprise, and spend some time together, just us, to soak it all in. as you can imagine, coming up with something to put in my band is not as exciting for paul as it is for me. when i first asked him to entertain the idea, he gave me some grief and finally said, in that sneaky jack-ass tone "ok, i know what i am going to have inscribed in your ring. how does 'one ring to rule them all' sound to you?". once i realized the {lord of the rings} reference, i gave him the death stare i have perfected and told him i would be mortified if he ever did that to me and "my precioussss", and would probably divorce his ass the day of the wedding. "how embarrassing would it be for me AND you if anyone ever saw that inside my band?" i asked him. "oh don't worry" he told me. "i would have it written in ancient elfish, no one would ever know that's what it said". kill me now. |
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05/05/2011
 Windy Avec Stache Pucker Up Lennon! Supplies: black and red felt, white floral tape, wooden dowels, sharpie, glue gun. The whole kit and caboodle. Pin Striped Perfection      |
photo booth fun
a {diy} that is 'lovely indeed'
i think sometime this week when i wasn't looking, someone lit a match under paulie's ass, cause that kid has been allll over the wedding plans. i even had an excel spreadsheet emailed to me tuesday morning, outlining everything that needs to be completed for the wedding, the date it's to be completed and who is to complete it.
i know. unreal. this week has been VERY productive. invitations are completed and in the mail (more on that later. a fiasco, they require a post of their own), favour tags are 85% done and we completed one of my favourite projects to date: our photo booth props! a few months ago i stumbled upon these amazing props while perusing the sweetest blog called {lovely indeed}. written with love, chelsea refers to her blog as "the comings and goings of a diy bride". she also happens to live in new york and performs on broadway. i know. unreal. i attempted her 'striped photo booth props' and am over the moon with how they turned out! i would post my own step by step instructions, but i followed chelsea's directions found here, and they came out perfectly. i attached a few photos of our finished product and the supplies needed to complete this {diy}. a few tips would be to use a template to cut out your mustaches and lips. i used this one, which chelsea included when she had her project featured on {ruffled}. as well, instead of painting my dowels white, i used white floral tape to wrap them with. mainly because i am too impatient to wait for paint to dry. i also suggest you have some of your cutest friends help you test out the finished product. my pooch {india} and meow-meow {lennon} were perfect models.   i know. unreal. the plan is to use these bad boys for photos and in the make-shift photo booth that will be rockin' at the reception! check out chelsea's pretty little blog, i promise you will agree it is 'lovely indeed'. |
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05/02/2011
 Ow.Ow. Photo Credit : Nataschia Wielink {www.nwphotoblog.com} Even a girl like me can look sexy ;)
Photo Credit : Nataschia Wielink {www.nwphotoblog.com}   |
~monday morning meow~
boudoirlicious
first thing's first. i'm getting married next month. hang on, i gotta grab a fresh pair of panties.
that's better. on to the next. i have posted in the past (a time or two) some love notes about my photographer turned friend turned soul mate {nataschia wielink}. our friendship has evolved into a "wedding romance" and i can honestly say that she has made my wedding planning experience even more wonderful than i could have imagined. paul says "you two are on the same page eh?" and i tell him if you look us up in the phone book, although listed alphabetically, we are indeed, on the same page. that being said, i am thrilled to share something fun she is working on with the amazing girls at {allure hair & makeup} here in niagara. allure is a mobile hair and makeup service that caters to weddings and special events all over the region. they come to you-which is a crazy smart idea! the girls are really fun to work with, giggly and enthusiastically, they turn you into a model for the day, helping you to bring out your inner tyra. god bless their little cotton socks. together, allure and nataschia are offering "boutique" services to brides-to-be, single or taken ladies and any girl who wants to get down with her bad self. you get made up and then photographed by a fabulous team of pros. they are calling it the {pretty woman} series, and it is just that. i was lucky enough to be asked to model for the promotion of this series, and was spoiled rotten by this stellar team of ladies. i can't tell you how amazing the day was. mimosa's to calm your nerves, hair, make-up and wardrobe changes, perfect props and sexy sets-all you need to make up the ultimate "little black book" for your man-or yourself. (shhhh ..earlier this year, natashica and i spent the afternoon in her studio creating my own "lil' black book" to give to paulie the morning of the wedding. it was the most incredible day, and i honestly feel like when he cracks that bad boy open, his pants will fit different and he is going to think he is marrying a {victoria secret} model. k. probably not. but that's how i felt!). what a unique way to celebrate your sexy self and share it with the person who makes you feel that way the most. if you are lucky enough to live in niagara, check out either www.allurehairandmakeup.com or www.nwphotoblog.com to sign up for your own {pretty woman} session. and if you wanna see the series done of yours truly, pop on over to nataschia's blog and have yourself a look see. meeee-owww!!! |
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04/29/2011
 During the ceremony Exchanging rings The Bride and Groom Horse and Carriage This is MY FAVOURITE picture so far. That kid KILLS me. LOVE her Mantilla Veil over her face. I would KILL my sister if she wore white to my wedding. Good thing I don't have one. The Princess         |
willy & kate
{the royal wedding}
i have to admit, the constant buzz around {the royal wedding} for the last few weeks has not interested me in the least, and for someone who loves weddings, and is getting married in a few short weeks, you would think i was all over it like flies on shit. i'm not quite sure what it was, maybe a combination of things, but i just couldn't get into the whole thing.
i'm ashamed to admit that at first there was a chip on my shoulder about it (and it wasn't dill pickle, trust me, i would have ate it up right quick). here i am in my 17th month of engagement, after 7 years of dating, yet kate and willy can get engaged in novemeber, and marry 5 months later in april? how is this fair? oh because they are royalty and have more money than god. that's why. (as exciting as that is, i am cherishing every day, week and month of my engagement...and wouldn't want it any other way). and i don't know why, but my heart goes out to kate. as crazy as it sounds...i almost feel bad for her. i want to sit down and ask her if this is what she has always pictured her wedding to be like. as a little girl, did she ever in her wildest dreams imagine the whole world watching her, with curious, judging eyes, on the most {loving} {romantic} {intimate} {selfless} day of her life? i get it. she knew what she was getting into the day she met willy. and the day she said yes she would marry him. still, i wonder how she would do this if she could do it any way she wanted. all that crazy talk aside, there is no denying that she looks like a princess in every photo taken of her today. her smile is genuine and so is the light in her eyes. you can see she is nervous, but holds herself together with grace and class and poise. and i like how william looks at her...like a husband should look at his wife. her dress is exceptional...there is a special place in my heart for a lace detailed gown. she has also confirmed for me that i will walk down the aisle with my veil over my face. i was debating back and forth, but nothing says "bride" to me more than that. i didn't set my alarm to wake up and watch the wedding, and i realized i should have set my pvr as i was crawling into bed to my own prince. i feel blessed to get to do this with him the way i always imagined. when i picture my wedding day, i picture paul: no one and nothing else. his smile and eyes. his nervousness and excitement. it's just {me and him}. i wish them a long and happy marriage, always filled with love, lots of laughter and the happiest days. |
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04/25/2011
 most plain girls are virtuous because of the scarcity of opportunity to be otherwise. |
~a letter. to my 17 year old self~
i have made a conscious decision to put my "wedding brain" aside for the week (it truly is a miracle and i am so proud of myself), so i can focus on other things currently making me happy. the season wants to change so badly it hurts, my sandal collection is back in rotation, i have purchased 2 dresses for {italy} and i am loving the idea of writing a letter to my 17 year old self. my cousin candice recently posted her letter on her hilarious blog {baked in vancouver}, and it inspired me to take a semi-painful look back at 17 year old amanda. oh heavens. she ain't pretty.
words of wisdom: from me. to me. dear amanda, if you are reading this with a chocolate bar in your hands, put that shit down right now. contrary to popular belief, chocolate DOES cause zits, and that there chocolate bar is the reason your face is covered in them. its also the reason why daddy calls you "pizza face". continuing to devour every {skor} bar in sight, will not help with the boy situation. speaking of boys. you will have a boyfriend in the near future, so stop freaking out on mom and dad for not letting you date until you were 16. yes it's been a year and leads are dryer than a popcorn fart in a wind storm, but he is coming around. summer of 2000 is good to you. oh. and your first kiss is really good, but there are no fireworks or gospel choirs singing 'hallelujah". just a little {matt good} and a lot of braces. i don't want to tell you not to go to university, so i will tell you this instead: at 27, you are still having nightmares about your first and only year in that hell hole. the smell, the size, the other students and the professor's. the only good news, is you work your ass off all summer and don't have any debt when it comes to post-secondary. do with this info as you will. i am proud of you for sticking to your guns and remaining incredibly (and almost excruciatingly) straight edge throughout most of high school. your love for pop and chip parties lives on and i know you are a better person today, for having the balls to say no to booze and drugs. trust me. what you missed in high school, you make up for 100 times over later on. you bad girl. a few quick things: ~you will eventually grow boobs. so stop worrying that your back and chest will forever look equally flat. ~the pharmacy is the best job you ever have-enjoy every moment and stop being afraid of you-know-who. he totally likes you now. ~the girls will one day become your bridesmaids. but you already knew that. oh. yes paul cowley is super cute in his uniform cardigan, shaggy hair cut and awkwardly skinny body-and in 2 years from now, when you get shit-faced off a mickey of vodka together at arksey's for his 19th birthday, go for it. he's equally shit-faced and will totally kiss you back. you go girl. (fun fact: he's going to stick around a lot longer then you expected. and if you think you like him now, you ain't seen nothing yet). love, amanda xoxo |
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04/19/2011
 Our FABULOUS wedding party. Decked out in shirts, classic baseball pic style. Just hanging out at {Cowley Field}. The {Box Office}. Where it all went down. Honest Elvis Insurance. More people wanted him then didn't. My dining room and I miss him. This is my bossy and beautiful bridesmaid Cassie. She worked the door and did me proud. The {Concession Stand}. The {Dart Game}. Too much. My Groom and his Men Yessir Popcorn and Peanuts for snacking. (And the cutest bags I found on Etsy). My adorable bridesmaid Miss Jennifer B. The yummy popcorn station. The {Ballpark Franks} station. Advertising the dogs. Doesn't this make you hungry? Me and My sister Linds. A Kiss the Bride from my stunning Maid of Honour Jules Damn Straight! Kisses for Ricky. Our groomsmen are so cute. Our Maid of Honour Jules and our Best Man Ryan. Hottest little combo if I do say so myself. DAMN STRAIGHT! All smiles :) My fiery red head Laura and I. The Cowley boys. Two of my favourite boys. The Jager Bomb station was a hit! Jagga Bombs. Jagga Bombs. Jagga Bombs. A half-way through the night, semi-sloppy pic with the boy. The Groom and some of his girlfriends. Pick the Paul Cowley Sweet Cheeks Cowley is gettin' hitched! Me and My Majah <3 Paul's sister Ashley won a Pick the Paul Cowley! The {Most Valuable Prizes} table. Our sexy shooter girl Jordy! Justin and Katie won a lovely framed photo of "Sweet Cheeks Cowley" circa 1992ish End of the night. Sloppiest Sally's                                   |
how to survive your stag and doe.
by amanda rietveld
the fact that i am alive to sit here and write this post is proof that miracles can happen. it is possible to plan, execute AND survive your own {stag and doe} without breaking down and crying (more than once. ok. twice), killing someone/yourself in the process or losing every last hair on your head.
my first post about planning the stag and doe was one of pure excitement and joy. not one concern or worry, i was a free bird running with every last thought in my little head. i had friends and family reassuring me that this {stag and doe} was going to be a complete success. but if i would have wrote a post about the stag and doe last week at this time, it would have went something like this: "SIBHWEG80NWTBPDB14...SH*T..81590-285N..FU*K!!!WOINF55163" if you know what this means. kudos to you. you're as effed up as i am. now that the event is over (tear) i can breathe again. eat again. and sleep again. i feel like someone hooked up a vacuum to my head and drained away all things {stag and doe} related. except the memories. the day went VERY smoothly. almost too smooth. i was just waiting for something terrible to go wrong and screw me over in the worst way. but it never happened-fancy that. we spent the morning and better part of the afternoon stocking up the bar fridges with beer and booze, loaded up three banquet tables with all the fabulous prizes our family and friends collected for us and set up all our games-including the dart game which was hilarious and plinko which was a huge success. once the venue was loaded up, we added the finishing touches (the best part) and all the other details that made our baseball theme work, including the popcorn machine-which made the bar smell amazing, the hot dog stand-which was a hit and pretty well sold out and our "box office" complete with a vintage cash register. after running around like chicken's with our heads cut off, we all headed home to get into our game gear and relax for a bit. back to the venue by 6:00 we prepared for our guests to arrive and made sure everything was in place. the rest of the night is ALMOST a complete blurr. i looked at my watch a few times-once at 8:45pm and the next thing i knew it was 10:30pm. i must have hugged and said hello to every single person in the joint. smiling from ear to ear (my jaw honestly hurt the next day) the only times i have ever been happier was the day the boy put a ring on it, and the evening of our engagement photos. we pinky swore each other that day that we would make a point to find one another throughout the night to take a picture together a sneak a couple smooches. seeing how happy he was that night makes me even more excited for the big day-i love nothing more than seeing him smile like that. we estimate that between 400 and 450 of our favourite people made their way through the doors of the {moose and goose} saturday night. friends we see all the time, and some we haven't seen in years. friends we knew would come, and some we never would have expected. 37 cases of beer, 25 bottles of booze and enough food to feed every last person later, and we can say we survived our {stag and doe}. but we know that NEVER would have happened if it wasn't for all the love, support, dedication and crazy hard work of our parents, family, wedding party and friends. we have friends and family that should all be awarded with medals of honour, bravery and courage for having spent as much time with me that they did, in the state i was in, and let me live to see another day. our friends and family are a group of people cut from a very special cloth. how in a world so big, we all found each other and came together is one of life's little mysteries. and i am thankful for each and every one of them. every day. |
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04/13/2011
 locked and loaded co-ordinating wrapping. please. this is stunning perfectly girlie some naughty and nice hanging on the line my LOVELY shower invite. the style is perfect and the write-up is so sweet       |
~april showers bring may...showers~
i am usually the one who plan's the surprise/secret parties in my family. i LOVE to see the reaction on someone's face when they walk through the door of my home...or a restaurant, and see everyone they love in one room, gathered to celebrate them and a special day in their life.
handing this over was hard for me to do. like real hard. i could lie and say that the thought of having no say in my wedding shower was something i was comfortable with, but anyone who knows me knows that is a monster of a lie, and one that's not worth telling. i wear my emotions on my sleeve. and my lapel. and my collar. and worse than that: my face. however i have put total faith and trust into the little hands of some of the most amazing women in my life. my mom, my future mother in law, and my fabulous bridesmaids. they have taken on the daunting task of planning and executing my bridal shower (poor things). normally those words would make me cringe....but i have accepted this and am trying to embrace it. i say "trying" because i would have a hard time letting even {martha stewart} herself plan my shower. what i know of the shower so far: the date. the location. the time. the food-everything else is a total and complete mystery. k that's a lie. i also know what the invitations look like, but it took a while for me to get it out of them and was inevitable. it's hard to go to anyone in my family's home without seeing it on the fridge or counter. not surprisingly, the invitations are stunning. pretty, girlie, fresh and VERY amanda. i have even had family who isn't aware i am not in complete control of every aspect of this event tell me they love them and that i did a great job on them. little do they know the sneaky sneaky behind it all. how pretty are these?  i guess all i have to worry about now is what i will be wearing that day. another "little white dress" in my wardrobe isn't going to hurt anyone. oh, and new heels. and purse. and accessories. ps - please don't let this post make me look like an ungrateful snot. i am truly thankful for every single thing that has been and will be done for my shower, and my girlie's know that :) |
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04/07/2011
 side boob is not invited to my wedding. who let this woman buy this dress? the amount of shit that could get lost in there....unreal. what is wrong with people? so close to nip, it's not right. juuuust right an acceptable amount nonno appropriate        |
my tits are officially in a tangle
cleavage: yay or nay?
last night was my first dress fitting-i know, so very exciting. i picked up {marilyn} from the bridal salon, grabbed my bridesmaid cass, and we made our way to the seamstresses house. i slipped into my gown and stared myself down in the mirror. still in love? check. still fits? check. ass? check. tits?... tits?....tits?
now, i knew that planning a wedding would force me to make some seriously tough decisions. venue, food, guest list, invitations...the dress. all those little details that make the overall big picture a seamless masterpiece. however, never in my wildest dreams did i anticipate losing sleep over such a silly little detail: wedding tits. you heard me. how to handle my hammers. my knockers. thelma and louise. oprah and gayle. my sweater meat. after all, they are a serious accessory and can totally make or break the way i look that day. for example, if i decided to show up in this on the day of the wedding:  it may generate a little more "chat chitting" amongst our guests. but if i decided to show this much on the day of the wedding:  paul may wonder if i have decided to forgo marriage and join a convent instead. having been blessed with what i like to call "perky c's" i have options when it comes to how much 'ice time' i want the girls to have that day. i'm not opposed to a classic, tasteful amount of cleavage...but can't decide exactly how much that is. the cups i fell in love with when i picked up my dress now kind of scare me. they honestly change the game entirely. my nonno is going to be there for christ sakes! and do i want people looking at my face, or at my chest? i already know where paul's "holy shit eyes" will be if those cups make the cut-he's a boob man, and i can't take that away from him. lol. perhaps this will have to be a game time decision. for now i will take my {moh} julia's advice, and try not to get my "tits in a tangle". and maybe, just maybe, i will continue having dreams about standing at the altar and a tit pops out of my dress. and while cutting the cake. and during the first dance. and then again as we leave for the night-just to be sure everyone has had a good look. |
acowleysoontobe
| 2 | years since wedding |
{amanda}
{paul}
Jun 11, 2011
niagara on the lake,
Ontario,
Canada
navy hall
navy hall
nataschia wielink
Pink
long awaited. shabby chic. pink and green. vintage. lace. tented. peonies. outdoor. antique. fun. romantic. not soon enough.
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