Today I’m sharing some pics from my personal shower! The girls BLEW ME AWAY with their creativity and thoughtfulness. The shower was adorable, I felt so loved! Yay for panty showers! ^we had a flower crown station! So much fun, I’d suggest it for all parties.
my sister gave me custom made garters (more pictures coming!) I LOVED THEM!!! (as you can see, I went with the “bigger is better” theory) sweet sisters! ^ ^ the girls put together a photo op station with this darling ombre died curtain. So fun!
my dress was from Pac Sun (in store only) and my shoes are an old find from Lulus! Courtney bought the balloons on etsy.
whew! it has been a crazy last few weeks and things are going to stay crazy for just a bit longer, and I promise I’ll be back to regularly blogging soon, but I wanted to drop in quickly and share a few words.
the wedding went off without a hitch. everything was so beautiful and happy and I can’t thank our sweet friends and family enough for helping make our day so special! Everything came together so quickly and perfectly. obviously pictures will be forthcoming :D
I can’t even write this silly little update post with out choking up with tears. God is just so faithful, ya know? In this past year Jared and I have dealt with some pretty crummy situations. My illness and Jared losing his business are definitely the two biggest. But throughout this year I have felt God whispering to me “have courage. keep believing. i have a plan”. And Lord was that true.
the day of the wedding, and really throughout, I kept praying that God would allow me to be present in the day, to revel in the sweet moments and to truly savor everything that was happening that day. i didn’t want to look back and it all be a blur, or only remember the stress, i wanted to take this beautiful blessing that I had been given and squeeze every last drop from it.
And that’s exactly what happened. Every precious moment of that day is imbedded in my mind. I’m so thankful for everyone who came and celebrated with us, who made our day possible, but in the end there is one moment that sticks out of my mind more than the rest, and that’s our dance. I just remember squeezing this big, handsome man that I was finally finally! able to call my husband and thanking Jesus over and over again for His faithfulness in our lives. For drawing us together, for weaving our hearts into one, for giving us such a beautiful story of His love and grace.
I mentioned earlier about Jared losing his business and, while I haven’t spoken about it specifically here very often it has been behind many of my posts over the past 6 months. To say that this season was difficult for us is putting it lightly. God provided for us financially , no questions asked, but Jared was gone for weeks at at time and it was very hard on our relationship. We had to truly learn to trust each other and trust in our Heavenly Father and His plan for our lives.
Tomorrow Jared starts a new job as a Head Chef. The offer came out of no where and was entirely unexpected. And yet the position is so perfect for Jared and where we are at right now. We literally had no idea this company even existed, and yet God was in control, taking care of us, moving Jared into position for this offer.
Faithfulness. I am so overwhelmed and in awe of God’s amazing faithfulness.
and i friggin love my husband. just wanted to throw that one out there ;)
it’s our wedding month! i feel like that’s all i talk about lately but i think that’s a bit understandable. it’s kind of a big deal.
this entire adventure has just been one crazy turn after another and it’s looking like this last few weeks’ home stretch is going to be the craziest of all. In the midst of all the planning and preparing and diy-ing and occasional bouts of weeping, i’ve really been trying to focus and savor each moment. i don’t want to get so wrapped up in the silly things that i don’t take time to truly revel in the precious, little moments. a sweet mom hug, a hysterical all inclusive sister laughing session, a perfect sanity-saving text from a friend, a stolen kiss. who really cares about the shape of the plates or the wedding signs or the cake table omg we don’t have a cake table.
when this is all said and done (please God, let this be said and done), i hope I can look back and remember the excited anticipation, the sweet talks of “what will married life be like”, the precious memories with those i love most surrounding us. Because that’s what truly matters. That’s what makes this all so very worth it.
oh hey there, remember me? i just accidentally took a week off from blogging. Not gonna lie, kind of just straight up forgot. Which has never happened before, but eh there’s a time for everything! So what happened last week, let’s see. i chopped on my hair a bit more, it’s like a sick compulsion i just can’t put the scissors down. Fortunately I still like it, whew! For those that keep asking, yes I did cut my hair on purpose. How do you accidentally cut your hair? Get too close to a really sharp fan? Go in to cut the tags off a shirt and miss? Whatever, the answer is yes, I meant to cut my hair. and no i don’t regret it one bit. and no i’m not worried about styling my hair for the wedding. also you might notice my glasses will be showing up a bit more for a while. that would be because this mascara adhered itself like super glue to my lashes, only to break off into my eyeball at some point and scratch the crap out of my eye. obviously i am not a fan of said mascara. like i mentioned before, i’ve been going to the chiropractor and while it’s been heaven on my back, it’s posed quite a few problems to my clothing choices. do you know how awkward it is to climb onto that bed-thing in heels? or to twist your body in opposite directions while wearing a dress? it just kind of ruins the whole ambiance ya know? I’ve taken to wearing leggings under everything, or just wearing pants every day, and frankly it’s getting annoying. It feels silly to bring a whole different outfit to change into, just so you can get your back popped for 5 minutes, but that might just be what I have to start doing. Sacrifice people. It’s all about sacrifice. speaking of sacrifice, i do believe i have officially made the greatest sacrifice in jared’s and my relationship. i am currently trading space in our living room to a 6 foot wooden indian carving (kind of like this guy) for the joy of an absolutely darling green velvet couch (kind of like this guy). No pictures of the actual pieces yet (though that is on my to do list, take pictures of our apartment) because one is currently residing in my parent’s garage and the other is somewhere far away where i wish it would stay (you may guess which is which). I’m all for creativity and supporting local artists, etc etc, but i’m just not a fan of a wooden indian in my living room. i told jared maybe i’d like it better if it was painted white and he called me a racist, which i took to mean no, so i might need advice on how to make this monstrosity flow with the rest of the space. although i’m not going to complain too loud (i promise! i’m not!) because i do get to keep the darling couch, which jared keeps calling baby-diarrhea green. ah marriage. warby parker glasses//forever 21 tank (old, similar here)//sira & mara necklace c.o.//vintage skirt (similar here)// target flats which can’t be seen but its these ones//
It’s Friday!!!! Woot! I don’t care who you are, Friday’s just put people in a good mood.
you know what else puts me in a good mood? this dress. because it weighs about, oh, nothing, and it’s just one of those sweet little dresses that you can put on and immediately feel nice, ya know? and these flats, that i bought from Target and cut the ankle strap off of because I saw them the other day and thought how cute they’d be without the ankle strap, and then I saw a friend of mine had done just that. Great minds think alike. So i bought them and hacked ‘em up and I can’t say I regret it.
and the weather. it’s been kind of rainy and moody and i just kind of dig it. and the fact that our wedding invitations are 99.9% complete, thank the heavens hallelujah. nothing will make you want to elope faster than DIY invitations. and also the chiropractor puts me in a great mood. random, i know, but i’ve been putting up with these super annoying lower back and hip pains for I don’t know, almost two years now? and after being diagnosed with arthritis and and being prescribed ridiculous amounts of medication that had terrifying side effects (schizophrenia? from arthritis medication? wth?) I said no way, mister, and finally went to see a chiropractor. heaven. i’ve only been two times but the difference has been astronomical. Plus, since I had my surgery in January and thus have met my deductible for the year, it costs me nothin to lay around on a massage bed and get my back popped and pushed around so why yes, I can come every day for a week, no problem.
but you know what really puts me in a good mood? that boy of mine and the fact that he’s coming home today. i gotta tell ya, he’s just about the best medicine there is. everyone say awww or blech, depending on your current mood. And since it’s Friday, I can bet you’ll be saying awwww.Vintage maxi via ILWV insta shop// thrift store belt// Target flats (and they’re on sale! lucky you, it must be Friday)
I really did not expect to be the crazy bride who has dreams about all the things that could go wrong at the wedding. i don’t know why, I have weird dreams about every other event in my life ( I use to dream that I was at work and I couldn’t find the cash register. I’d wake up in the middle of the night, sitting up, feeling around for the cash register and yelling at my boss that I couldn’t find it. You can begin praying for Jared now.
I guess I just thought with my manic list-making proclivities, that I wouldn’t have any weird subconscious worries. Au contraire my friend. Apparently I’m worried that the roof will leak in the ceremony and I’ll have to get married in a towel, that the pianist (we don’t have a pianist) is going to heckle me during the ceremony, and that Jared and is going to fire all of my bridesmaids and make me ask his high school girlfriend to be my one bridesmaid (i have no idea what his HS girlfriend looks like, never even met her, can’t even think of her name right now.) I also somehow want to get married in my great grandpa’s tiny old house, but it actually looks like the governor’s mansion, and I do believe someone is going to throw up massively at the reception. All recurring dreams, mind you.
We had our first shower this weekend with our home church and it was just so precious to us. I was so touched to see our sweet friends get together and plan this cute afternoon for us, it mean the world to me! I’m so grateful for our church family and the love, support, and friendship that they have given to Jared and me.
Now bring on the picture overload, but FIRST! the outfit:
this skirt has to be one of the most nifty items i’ve ever worn. its made out of this super stiff material so it sticks out like a bell and yes i did want to sing If I were a Bell from Guys and Dolls the whole day. Also, these shoes. THESE SHOES. so painful and yet so darling. ah the price of beauty.
F21 top (old, actually took it out of my giveaway pile for the day HA, similar here)// RiffRaff necklace (sold out, love this one)// Lucca skirt (similar here, i got mine from the OKC Penn Sq store)// Just Fab wedges (on sale!)
THANK YOU THANK YOU to our sweet friends for our wedding shower! We are so truly blessed to have you in our lives!
^ our sweet friends praying with us. You will never know how much it means to me to know that we have so many people that care about us and pray for us! ^ MOH and the Mother of the Bride ^my sweet Gammy. There’s not anyone else like my Gammy, she’s the best one out there. sometimes we like to look like creepers. its cool, its just another reason why we’re mean to be. our crazy bug eyes..
Jared and I had our first wedding knock down drag out fight discussion the other day. Over platters. Well no technically my mother and I had a discussion over platters, during which Jared watched his previously sane fiancé turn into a banshee and start bawling. over platters. after which he calmly walked away and left me to figure out how many platters we might possibly need for the food table on my own. which then caused our first discussion, because how could you walk 10 feet away from my screeching about platters to sit down on the sofa and pretend like i wasn’t acting like i had escaped the insane asylum, i needed you to help me count non existent platters for an unknown number of people, displayed in an unknown way, on an unknown table, which would be upholding an unknown item of food! the injustice!
I’d like to think that i’ve now got the bridezilla out of my system and this situation will never occur again, but we still have cutlery to discuss so i wouldn’t hold my breath.
Warby Parker Tenley sunnies c.o//Riffraff geo dress c.o (sold out, but have you seen the new Dawn to Dusk look book? SO many cute dresses for Spring, i could squeal like a pig)// Ruche velvet mary janes (old, similar here)
Jared’s and my love story is an interesting one, with many different stages and twists and turns. One of these days I might sit down and try to write it out but it would probably involve a lot of editing and a whole case of dr. pepper and frankly we just don’t have time for that right now.
but i love our story, because it’s unique and completely us, and it’s a beautiful example of God’s love for His children.
But it’s not all sunshine and butterflies. Particularly now, when Jared is gone more than he’s home, and I want to pitch a fit and stomp my feet and shout about the unfairness of it all. i hate that i can only hear his voice through the phone, that I only get to see him for a couple days before he’s gone again. it sucks and it’s not fair and we shouldn’t have to put up with this shiz, dang it!
i keep reminding myself that this is just another chapter in our love story. that the end is in sight, that i am so grateful we have phones that i can hear his voice on, that we’ve been blessed to have these opportunities, and in the end it will all be so worth it. we just have to hold on and wait until we can look back and laugh about these times, and think of them fondly, when we rarely got to see each other but it made the times we did so much sweeter and more precious.
Jared and I have FINALLY set a date and found a place for the wedding! (these are our Save the Dates!). CUE THE HALLELUJAH CHORUS!!!
I’m not even sure why we had such a hard time, other than the obvious things like having to postpone our wedding and choosing the busiest most popular month to reschedule in, and both having very busy summers that did not leave room for rearrangement….so ya i know exactly why we had such a hard time.
but things were definitely made worse by this very strange phenomenon that came over me where i suddenly couldn’t make a decision about anything. and I mean anything. the wedding, my hair color, work decisions, lunch decisions. They all suddenly became life altering choices that i was simply incapable of making. You think I’m joking and i could possibly be exaggerating but this is real life my friends. pick out my clothes for the day had me rocking in the fetal position. choosing a wedding date? i thought i was going to have a panic attack every time we discussed it.
and oh how we discussed it. which date worked best and what time of day and no that can’t work, so and so wouldn’t be able to come, and no that’s too close to so and so’s wedding and no that place looks too much like so and so’s wedding place and dear Lord no, that place costs more than my college education and that place is too far away and that place will be too hot and that’s too soon and that’s not soon enough. it finally came to the point where we were saying either we get married next november or we stop trying to please everyone and fix every problem with a nonexistent solution/wedding date.
but even after coming to that very real brick wall, I STILL couldn’t make a decision! and that’s not me. i know what i like and i know what i want and i hated that this wedding seemed to be taking that confidence from me, given me instead a paralyzing indecisiveness over something that was supposed to be beautiful and fun and full of love and excitement.
i finally decided one night (after hyperventilating to my mother, my sister, jared, and my dog) that i really. didn’t. care. what anyone thought. i didn’t care what anyone would say about us getting married on a Sunday. I didn’t care that we have to wait to go on a honeymoon until later in the summer (after the madness dies down). and i really didn’t care who could or couldn’t come. because the only person that really mattered was jared, and he was going to be there no matter what.
and suddenly everything became a whole lot simpler. we picked a freaking date, we paid our deposit on a freaking place, and i printed up some freaking save the dates. no screaming death screams, no temper tantrums, and no one that we truly cared about being there has said nu uh no way mister. in fact, it seems that in my moment of sheer agony, running way past empty on the patience scale, slowing peeling my finger nails from my finger tips, we might have actually found the perfect-for-everyone-wedding date.
but if not i really. don’t. care. and not to sound totally self absorbed but i’m pretty sure that’s how it should be on your wedding day. call me bridezilla, but as long as jared is waiting for me at the end of the aisle, i could care less who is sitting in the seats.
(by the by, we are only sending STD’s to the bridal party and out of state family. saves money and they’re the only ones who really care anyways! and fam if you haven’t gotten yours it’s because i forgot to mail them…oops)