Monthly Archives: October 2012

Things I make for the Big Day.

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I am super excited to maybe use this print I made for my wedding. I love Bible verses on absolutely anything and I definitely think the more we have at our wedding, the better.

Vintage Pentecost

Vintage Pentecost: Psalm 130:7 Printable

Why? Not because I want to shove Jesus down my guests’ throats. Definitely not. I know that not everyone that come to our wedding will be Christian, and not everyone who comes to our wedding will be Pentecostal. However, I do know Jared and me. We are intense lovers of Christ and we want our personalities and passions to radiate in our relationship and marriage.

So, yeah. we are going to talk about Jesus and we are going to pray. We are going to sing worship songs in the wedding (IN THE WEDDING??!?! EGAD!) and give thanks to God who created us and fit us together. ¬†There will be a sermon. There will be an altar call. We are going to have CHU’CH! It is going to be anointed and amazing. You will cry and you will even feel closer to God than maybe you’ve felt in a while.

You have been warned.

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That’s my man.

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Sitting at my desk, reminiscing on the pumpkin pie he made me yesterday, listening to him at the piano playing and singing How Great Thou Art, I am reminded of just a few of the reason why I love this man. 

We walked around downtown tonight, and ate at Old Siam talking about dreams and ministry and cake toppers and musicals. I can not describe how much I am in love with my best friend. I can’t wait to marry him. No matter what craziness comes our way, we’re going to be fine.

I know a lot of people say this, but I’m 99.99999999999999999999999% sure because we were friends first. Best friends. BFFFFFFFFs. This boy, this man? I’ve loved him longer than I realized I did. We will last because we are built on friendship, trust, and a fat old funny bone. There is nothing I am ashamed for him to know. There is nothing I wouldn’t want to do for him or with him… he is the one I want at my side for everything, and I want to be at his side for everything. We are a team. We love, we accept, and we challenge each other.¬†

We’re gonna make it.¬†

An Ode to Bridesmaid Dresses.

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Dear Bridesmaid Dresses,

I hate you. You are the bane of my entire wedding. You make me vomit. You are scuuuuum between my toes.

But for real. These stupid dresses make me want to not get married. Let me set the stage for you:

My girls (although they don’t know who they are yet… some of them… be warned… you could be next…) are all very VERY modest. And if they weren’t, the venue requires modesty. 3/4 length sleeves, knee length skirts are a MUST. So I looked all over the place for a rockin’ set of dresses – I do NOT want them to all look the same. Let me tell you why…

BRIDESMAIDS ARE STILL INDIVIDUALS. Please do NOT make your girls all wear the same dress. Your friends, sisters, countrywomen, are all different people and body types (unless you’re a vain creature who made sure all your bridesmaids were skinny and could wear whatever hideous thing you stick on them to make yourself feel prettier than them). What looks good on your sister Barbie won’t look good on your cousin Bertha. ¬†If you are determined to not leave the decision making power all to your girls (we all have that one girlfriend you’re just afraid to let walk out of the house if she’s dressed herself without any help), find a nice store or website that will let you pick a few styles in the same color or shades of the same color. Let the girls pick from those.

Anyway, back to what I was saying.

I spent three whole days on the internet (GASP) trying to get a good site for the dresses. Let me tell you, I am an AMAZING Googler. I pride myself on my Googling skills. What takes others hours takes me minutes. What takes other minutes takes me seconds. What takes others seconds… well, you get the point.

NO, Bing is not BETTER.

I couldn’t find a store to do it. Then… that glorious of all glories… I found¬†http://daintyjewells.com. It’s beautiful and have you SEEN the dresses?!?!

Oh. My. Goodness.

I quickly emailed the owner and asked her to contact me about the dresses… I’m thinking 8 months… tons of time.

Nope.

I get an email back from her saying that they are already at too high a volume and cannot do the dresses. Please cry with me. I’m going to see if they can do the “ready made” dresses and get them altered… Unless y’all can find me a better place. All that searching… for nothing.

So… help me. Please.

And I hate you, Bridesmaid Dresses.

Love, Alfalfa – I mean, Liz

Darla.

Darla.

Library theme weddings need books.

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Get Your Geek On

apparently we all geek the Library around here.

In this bag are five books. Five books I bought for five dollars at the Library. Who’s excited!!!???

Vintage Christian

my vintage Christian literature.

Classics… ahhhh the smell of books.

If you’re wondering, the wedding of the century (or just the year…whatever) will be a library theme. We are both geeks and love to read. I know, who does that anymore?! Well, we do. So send me your old hardbacks… we wants them.

(Insert Gollum-esque “yes, precious, we wantsss them)

Seriously.

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It’s the first thing you think about when you hear someone is getting married:

“I wonder what her dress will look like!”

It’s the first thing to be criticized after the wedding, when all the iPhone pics show up on facebook and instagram and blah blah blah:

“I cannot believe out of all the dresses in the world, THAT is the dress she chose…”

It’s the one thing that can either shape or break a bride and how she feels about her wedding day:

Pretty, Princess, Sexy, Gorgeous, Classy. Frumpy, Snowball, Ugly, Old.

I am happy to say that I found MY dress.

Nine days after Jared asked me to be his wife (granted I had been on the lookout for a while… I knew this was coming…), I purchased my dress online at¬†preownedweddingdresses.com. I love this site because you don’t buy it from the site. You buy it from the seller. You make direct contact with the seller, talk about the dress, talk about your wedding, and then decide based on the extra pictures they send you and description they give you. Camille, the lady I bought mine from, lives in California and was married in 1999. She is so sweet and excited for my wedding that I am going to send her pictures of the dress from the big day so she can see how happy she’s made me and how big of a part she has played in our lives.

Now, I am not one of those people who wants to judge others for where or how they get their perfect dress – after all, it’s still the Bride’s choice for her dress. However, I was so worried that people would somehow figure it out that it is preowned (aka worn before, aka HUGE DISCOUNT), like there would be a sign on my back saying, “haha, Liz is so lame that she couldn’t fly all the way to Kleinfeld’s to get a decent dress, or didn’t have enough money to drop $3000 on a dress she’s going to wear ONE TIME.”

WHO ELSE THINKS THAT IS A RIDICULOUS IDEA??!? I am obsessed with Say Yes To The Dress, David Tutera, and anything else TLC comes up with about weddings. BUT! I don’t understand why these women want to spend so much money!! I watched a girl buy TWO dresses- the first one was custom made at $18,000 and the other one that she bought since she didn’t like the custom one was $25,000. I spent less on my college education than she did for ONE of her dresses. The sum of all the cars I’ve bought in my whole life don’t come up to the price that she (actually, her parents) paid for ONE of those dresses. I know they want their princess to be happy and have everything she wants, but come on. Please let me know if I’m alone in this.

I am immeasurably in love with my dress. It will need some alterations but other than the fact that I am shorter than Camille and want the sleeves to be 3/4 length, it is perfect. It is what I always envisioned for my day – and when I walk down that aisle, no one will be worried about who wore it first. Why?

Because I’m going to rock it.

the dress.

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We got engaged about two weeks ago (on a¬†Tuesday¬†.. random). Jared decided he would do what I had always wanted but never told anyone – he came to my classroom and asked me to marry him in front of all my students! Being high schoolers, they had a super good time laughing at Ms. F crying and being overall girly and emotional. I just know that now I get to start my life with my best friend! So here we go…

Engagement.