I’ve always marched to the beat of my own drum. Whether it’s what I write about, the clothes I wear, or the choices I’ve made in my career, I’m not one to do things a certain way just because that’s how everyone else does it.
But even I surprised myself when my fiance and I decided to get married and picked a date just five weeks away.
Let me explain: Kale is Australian. I’m American. I have lived in New York City for the better part of 12 years. He took a yearlong sabbatical from his office job in Australia one year ago to come to NYC and pursue standup comedy. Boy met girl. Boy and girl fell in love. Month passed. Boy and girl realized, “Fuck, I don’t want to live my life without you!”
So we’re getting married. And we’re getting married soon. My therapist joked to me that five weeks is more like an “extended elopement.” A little more than a month is not a lot of time to plan a wedding, even a City Hall ceremony like ours. I’ve never been the girl who daydreamed about her wedding colors and her poofy white dress — but even I’ll admit this timeline is kind of crazy.
I’ve never planned a wedding before, or even thrown a really big party before, so it’s really trial by fire. Without further ado, here’s everything I know about how to plan a wedding — in only slightly more time than the gestation period of a rabbit — without going insane. Well … only going a little insane. I hope it applies to brides with more normal wedding planning time frames as well. Keep reading »
The New York Times Vows column is truly one of a kind. Week after week, the meet-cute stories land all over the spectrum, from the truly romantic to the strangely political to, very frequently, the totally twee and bizarrely short-sighted. To wit: this week’s tale, titled “Found, A Soul Mate,” which regales the romance of two yoga aficionados from the Hamptons. It begins like so:
People describe Erika Halweil, a longtime yoga teacher in the Hamptons, as someone who has a lot of backbone in every way. She has great posture. She rarely gets upset over things like parking tickets or bad-hair days. (Naturally pretty, she probably doesn’t have many.) She is sometimes stern but never shy.
Have your eyes rolled out of their sockets yet? Well, best to pick them up off the carpet, because this one only gets worse. Alongside the fawning anecdotes, the repeated use of the words “inspired,” “balanced,” “intense,” and “connected,” and oh yeah, some photos of the groom’s weird wedding slippers, NYT reporter Lois Smith Brady drops a bomb. Seriously, a bomb. Keep reading »
It all started with wedding picks.
I was cruising a wedding decorations website looking for garlands and lanterns when I came across something called “wedding picks.” What are wedding picks, you ask? Unclear. Are they toothpicks that go in your pigs in a blanket at the reception? Doodads for your bridal bouquet? Who knows — they seem oddly all-purpose. And yet the Wedding Industrial Complex has convinced people we need them.
Wedding picks aren’t the only bizarre wedding crap I found online — there’s enough WTF decorations and disconcertingly intimate gifts to make “Platinum Weddings” look tasteful. I poked around a bit and here are the 14 pieces of weird wedding crap that I could find.
Many modern brides can’t imagine planning a wedding without Pinterest. They can gleefully pin every detail of their romantic union, from quirky announcements to wedding hairstyles to retro appetizers to the engraved mason jar favors, but as Lexi Petronis recently mentioned over at Glamour‘s Save The Date blog, wedding photographers are not as excited about Pinterest as most of their clients are; in fact, a growing number of photographers rue the day Pinterest was invented. The reason? Well, it turns out many brides aren’t using Pinterest for wedding photo inspiration, they’re simply sending their photographers links of other people’s wedding photos and saying, “This is exactly what I want.”
And if you’ve ever worked as a photographer or tried to recreate someone else’s photo, you know that attitude can be, well, problematic… Keep reading »
Most people feel less conflicted about the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan than they do about buying anything, anything at J.Crew. The land of the $49.50 T-shirt is a land most of us can only afford to visit — if we can even control our rageface at their excruciatingly painful combination of cute clothes and obscene prices. If your blood pressure is a little wonky, don’t continue reading: the J.Crew bridal department is now selling a $750 sequined romper. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a gorgeous white sequined romper that would look hella cute at a wedding after-party. But SEVEN HUNDRED AND FIFTY DOLLARS. That’s practically one month of my rent. For a romper. A bridal romper. A dry-clean only bridal romper. As if peeing in your wedding dress isn’t difficult enough! Sit with that for a minute. (P.S. J.Crew Factory 4 Eva!) [J.Crew]