Archive for February, 2006

Dress Hunt: Day 2

I tried on more dresses, bridesmaid’s separates and shoes.

Spaghetti straps make my arms/upper body look like some sort of wrestler. Veils tend to slip to one side, get in my face, and creep me out. Am I going to wear my hair up or down? The wedding isn’t until MAY, I will probably decide the day of, depending on the weather. Don’t pester me with these questions…

The dresses cost a good deal, and the accessories add to the over all cost. OK, so the Bride gets 15% off accessories if she gets her dress at Store X Y or Z… and the Bridesmaids get $25 off if the Bride registers (that’s great, especially IF Store X Y or Z happens to be anywhere near where the Bridesmaid lives, and if its not… then SOL).

So I looked at the local craft store’s bridal selection. They mail out 40% off full priced merchandise coupons once a week in their flyers. I can get bubbles there, I can get a hair piece there, I can even get a nice looking veil there. 40% off or 15% off. That’s a really tough decision. I hope when the time comes, I’ll make the right choice.

Hell is full of Crinoline Foof

Today I took my first venture out into the world of Bridal Shopping. It went something like this:

Too small… way too small…
Too big… way too big…
Wrong color…
Has a train…
Is just ugly…
Weighs a TON…
A combination of the above…
OR my all time favorite:
It fits… but… CAN’T BREATHE… (maybe it doesn’t fit)

Then there was the one that fit… but it was too big in the shoulders, and it had a very stiff bodice-like frame. I’m really glad we’re not getting married over water… I could hardly walk, the foof in the skirt was overwhelming, if I fell overboard I would drown, the dress would pull me down and neither of us would ever be seen again.

Most of the dresses I saw were clearly not what I was looking for. Lace and beadwork, trains, tulle and crinoline. I tried one that make it look like I had been stuffed into a wedding cake –a very fitted bodice (rather too snug/small) and a HUGE pouffy skirt that engulfed the dressing room (I tried it on for fun, there was NO WAY I was even going to consider buying it).

The sales girls ask, “So what are you looking for?” And I describe: “Tea length, off the shoulder.” Their faces fall, they mumble how that’s not a popular style, good luck, you’ll never find one of those. Their optimism is inspiring. I (occasionally) like being told I can’t do something, I especially like proving them wrong.

The Power of VETO!

I have been busily planning, coming up with ideas, then vetoing the ideas. They were vetoed for a variety of reasons, mostly because I changed my mind. I enjoy the mind-changing process. I like thinking up different ways of doing things, thinking about the pros and cons and then thinking up something new to compare it to, and then deciding I don’t like either.

The planning process has been quite fun. Every now and then I will consult the Big Purple Vogue Book of Etiquette… then I talk to Gavin, who consults his etiquette source, Emily Post Online… then we decide which version will work better for what we’d like to do. Most of my planning is done on my mattress (which is residing on Heidi’s bed frame, long story), and the end table/night stand. The night stand tends (and my desk) tend to be littered with e-mails, pictures from magazines, post-it notes, and other such fun things.

What makes it really fun is every now and then someone e-mails me or asks me about something I haven’t thought of yet. The other day my former roommate asked me “So what are you going to do about a veil?” That is a very good question, I really don’t know. There are quite a few wedding planning websites with all sorts of tips and ideas and things I hadn’t ever thought of (which is fine, a lot of those things I don’t want anyway).

Cheesy Toast tastes better in triangles

But everyone knows that already.

Yes, in a pillar of towering culinary brilliance I made Cheesy Toast. (I also managed to be viciously attacked by the cheese slicer, but we’re not going to talk about that.) As I sat on the bench outside and ate my Cheesy Toast I began to ponder what I’m going to be making (or trying to make) after September 9, 2006.

I know it’s February 8, 2006, and September 9 is seven (7) months away, but sitting there on the bench I realized I won’t be able to eat Cheesy Toast most nights (or peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwiches every day for lunch –well, maybe I could, I managed to most days in Elementary School), I’m going to have to cook for two. (Well, probably not every night, Gavin can cook some nights, YES, Gavin can cook.)

When given a good recipe, I can follow it and usually things turn out well. Not everything I’ve made has needed to be defrosted, taken out of a box, or can, but the idea of cooking on a regular basis makes me nervous. Or maybe it is the idea of cooking with a gas stove. I’ve never cooked with a gas stove before. Gavin claims it is superior to electric, and I see it has an OPEN FLAME (not quite as dangerous as the Bunsen burners in the Prin lab where we turned sugar into its native carbon state in under five seconds, but still…).

I have a fairly decent collection of recipes (including two really great chili recipes!), a few cookbooks (including the Good Housekeeping Cookbook, German Cookbook, and the ABC Cookbook), and a few recipes I’ve got down fairly well, the spaetzle have been turning out better-than-usual recently (I love my Spaetzle maker.)… So I should be OK, as long as I am more careful around cheese slicers (and Gavin doesn’t mind some trial-and-error cooking).

Lass es jetzt geschehen!

For those of you that don’t know, both Gavin and I are Christian Scientists. So what, you ask, we’re friends with you, and your religious affiliation doesn’t matter. I agree, religious affiliation doesn’t matter (although it is nice to find a nice CS boy to get married to –all of you @ Prin know what I’m talking about *wink*).

In this case religious affiliation presents a Unique Opportunity. As the Big Purple “Vogue Book of Etiquette” (Simon & Schuster, 1969) points out: “There is really no such thing as a Christian Scientist wedding, because Readers in the church are not ordained and therefore may not perform marriages. Members may be married by any ordained Protestant minister or civil authority, and in any Protestant church that will receive them.” Thank you Big Purple Vogue Book of Etiquette.

Of course the fact the Church doesn’t perform Weddings isn’t news, most Christian Scientists I’ve met have married Non-CS and married in their spouses’ church, and the CS-CS weddings have been performed by a JP. This in mind, I’ve already spoken with a Minister who has agreed to perform the ceremony, it is just a matter of finding a location.

Most other Churches have some sort of Hall near the sanctuary for Youth Group meetings, Wedding Receptions, and other Such Events. Many of them have little kitchens, and other such things to accommodate these festivities, however, because the Church does not perform ceremonies (or have Youth Groups), there really is no need for a reception area.

I’m not complaining. Christian Science also doesn’t have Jesus hanging crucified behind the Readers, or wine and wafers, or doughnuts and coffee, or ornately stained glass windows showing the life, death and resurrection, or little chubby naked babies painted on the ceiling (forgive me, I toured one too many Baroque churches during my quarters in Europe). In a way I understand MBE’s logic, she does point out the only reason for marriage is (paraphrased) to raise kids in a legally and morally correct manner (S&H 56:7). It doesn’t need to be a BIG DEAL, we’re not getting eternally bonded in the Inner Sanctuary or whatever, and after having read about her lack of success with husbands, I could see why she wasn’t anxious to have the Church marrying people.

As I embark on the series of Unique Opportunities instead of viewing Mary Baker Eddy’s decision not to have the CS Church marry people as a set back, I am almost grateful that I am not bound by religious tradition to have my ceremony in a church (or my reception next door).

Translation: “Suffer it to be so now.” -Jesus

Other Famous Couples

Winter 2005, love (or boredom) was in the air.

Kindli was working on her Capstone at Principia College, one evening, to break the monotony she held an informal wedding ceremony on her desk… Yoda, in Bow Tie, was wed to FingerNail Hardener, with Hershey’s Caramel Kisses attending.


The problem is no one is quite sure who officiated the ceremony. The Funny Little Man in the picture frame presided over the festivities, but his name has since been forgotten. We do know that he once lived in a rather loathed Astronomy textbook. Does anyone have any idea who The Funny Little Man is? (Yes, that is a serious inquiery.)

Recapitulation

We have a new section of our website! In order to try and answer questions people might have about the future wedding, our lives, the weather, cheese (yes Ben that’s for you) we’ve started to put togeather an FAQ. If you have a questions or somehow some answers please send us an email or post a comment here with them. You’ll be able to find the answers to those questions as we get around to answering them on the Questions & Answers page of our website.

The Just Perfect Dress

When I first got engaged I had delusions of making my own wedding dress, I also held to the idea that the dress should make the bride look like a “Fairy Princess” with a veil and train that stretches down the aisle. After looking around I have happily abandoned both ideas: I am not skilled enough to make my own dress, and a “Fairy Princess” dress was rather impractical (and a train following me around would be creepy!)

My search has continued and I have looked at hundreds of dresses (online, I don’t like sales people, until I want one to help me, then they are usually most wonderful). Most of the dresses looked dangerous. I have no faith in strapless dresses (way too many 17 most embarrassing moments revolve around the strapless dress falling off), several looked too tight to walk in, and some looked too big to fit through a door. I would like to enjoy my wedding day, not be so encumbered by a monstrous crinoline nightmare that I can not move in.

With that in mind, I have found a few dresses that meet my qualifications: clean, simple lines, a classic cut, not extravagantly priced, and flattering to ME! The dress that best fits this criteria thus far has been located, investigated and is being seriously considered.