As I may have mentioned, we're using used books for our favors. So we ordered personalized rubber stamps which we could use to label said favors (name, date, thanks for coming, that sort of thing). After some back and forth with the designer, the stamps were finally shipped on the 19th. Since I had moved that weekend, I filled out a change of address form for the new place. The stamps were shipped to the old place.
It has now been 10 days and no stamps. Why? Well, as it turns out, the forwarding process can take 7-10 additional days . . . which means that I might not get the stamps until 10-14 days from the date of shipping. Which . . . may or may not result in them arriving before the wedding. Gah!
Fingers crossed.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Suit up
As if the dress drama weren't enough, now we're dealing with suit drama.
We decided to buy a suit rather than renting one (what a waste), partly because I wanted him in grey (morning wedding, plus grey is one of the wedding colors) and the only rentable grey suits had satin edging on the lapel, which: no. Plus this way he'd have another suit to wear.
We bought the only cheap grey suit they had, and when we initially had it measured for alterations, the guy had the HTB put the pants where he would normally wear them. The HTB wears his pants low--under his belly. So they measured and decided to take in the waist. When we came back, though, the waist was smaller (as requested), but the legs were huge, comparatively, and the crotch was low. They looked like Hammer pants, or clown pants, or something. And his bottom half is NOT large. So we had them take up the crotch a bit and the guy told us to come back last Saturday to check the fit, because the tailor would be in that day and we could talk to her about the fit around the legs.
When we went in on Saturday, we discovered that a) the crotch was better, but b) the tailor was NOT in and was not supposed to be. The salesman did his best to mark the legs to be taken in, and we were told to come back Tuesday. The guy even agreed to adjust the tailor's hours so she would still be there in the evening when we stopped by.
On Tuesday, the fit around the legs was a bit better, but the pants still poofed out around the pockets . . . sort of a hint of jodhpurs, if you know what I mean. But the tailor said she couldn't really do much more--she put in a basting stitch to fix them as much as she could, but we were starting to run into the pocket, so we were kind of stuck.
THEN the sales guy (one we hadn't talked to before) told us that the real problem was that there pants were designed to be worn at the waist, not below the waist, and if worn across his stomach instead of below it, then all the fit problems would have been fixed (which makes sense). So what SHOULD have happened is that the FIRST sales guy should have TOLD us that and we should have had them fitted for his WAIST instead of below it and maybe gotten stays put in and had him wear suspenders or something. But we did not KNOW that, so we had them taken in and hemmed as if they were low rise. Anyway, the tailor is doing what she can and we're to pick them up this weekend. There will still be a hint of jodhpurs around the hips, but there doesn't seem to be a way around that. The coat will cover it some, but it's just . . . not ideal. Sigh.
We decided to buy a suit rather than renting one (what a waste), partly because I wanted him in grey (morning wedding, plus grey is one of the wedding colors) and the only rentable grey suits had satin edging on the lapel, which: no. Plus this way he'd have another suit to wear.
We bought the only cheap grey suit they had, and when we initially had it measured for alterations, the guy had the HTB put the pants where he would normally wear them. The HTB wears his pants low--under his belly. So they measured and decided to take in the waist. When we came back, though, the waist was smaller (as requested), but the legs were huge, comparatively, and the crotch was low. They looked like Hammer pants, or clown pants, or something. And his bottom half is NOT large. So we had them take up the crotch a bit and the guy told us to come back last Saturday to check the fit, because the tailor would be in that day and we could talk to her about the fit around the legs.
When we went in on Saturday, we discovered that a) the crotch was better, but b) the tailor was NOT in and was not supposed to be. The salesman did his best to mark the legs to be taken in, and we were told to come back Tuesday. The guy even agreed to adjust the tailor's hours so she would still be there in the evening when we stopped by.
On Tuesday, the fit around the legs was a bit better, but the pants still poofed out around the pockets . . . sort of a hint of jodhpurs, if you know what I mean. But the tailor said she couldn't really do much more--she put in a basting stitch to fix them as much as she could, but we were starting to run into the pocket, so we were kind of stuck.
THEN the sales guy (one we hadn't talked to before) told us that the real problem was that there pants were designed to be worn at the waist, not below the waist, and if worn across his stomach instead of below it, then all the fit problems would have been fixed (which makes sense). So what SHOULD have happened is that the FIRST sales guy should have TOLD us that and we should have had them fitted for his WAIST instead of below it and maybe gotten stays put in and had him wear suspenders or something. But we did not KNOW that, so we had them taken in and hemmed as if they were low rise. Anyway, the tailor is doing what she can and we're to pick them up this weekend. There will still be a hint of jodhpurs around the hips, but there doesn't seem to be a way around that. The coat will cover it some, but it's just . . . not ideal. Sigh.
Dressed to kill
Oh my gosh I am so sick of dealing with my dress.
First I had to order it in my size. Then I had to try it on. Then I had to buy tulle for the petticoat I wanted them to add. Then I had to try it on again. Then they added the tulle and I had to try it on to see how long to make the tulle. Then I had to try it on again, and the tulle was longer on one side than the other and had pieces hanging off of it. And the dress hadn't been pressed (even though I'd asked them to). Then I came back AGAIN and tried it on . . . the tulle was better, but it still needed pressing.
So they pressed it for me right then. Thank God. Now it's hanging in my closet . . . we'll see if gets creased between now and the big day.
Meanwhile, the shoes came, and they're not the most comfortable things in the world, but I so don't care, because a) I love them, and b) I do NOT want to try to find something else. So instead I am wearing them around the office to break them in. Ha!
First I had to order it in my size. Then I had to try it on. Then I had to buy tulle for the petticoat I wanted them to add. Then I had to try it on again. Then they added the tulle and I had to try it on to see how long to make the tulle. Then I had to try it on again, and the tulle was longer on one side than the other and had pieces hanging off of it. And the dress hadn't been pressed (even though I'd asked them to). Then I came back AGAIN and tried it on . . . the tulle was better, but it still needed pressing.
So they pressed it for me right then. Thank God. Now it's hanging in my closet . . . we'll see if gets creased between now and the big day.
Meanwhile, the shoes came, and they're not the most comfortable things in the world, but I so don't care, because a) I love them, and b) I do NOT want to try to find something else. So instead I am wearing them around the office to break them in. Ha!
Brown chicken brown cow
One lady said she hadn't gotten me lingerie because it makes her squeamish . . . I thought she meant the whole idea made her squeamish, but instead of lingerie, she got me a bold pearl-looking bead necklace . . . which she recommended in lieu of lingerie! HILARIOUS! She also got me a bottle of bubble and a beach ball. She was all about "have fun" which was just . . . yeah, I was cracking up. Good times all around. And much more fun than a bachelorette party, IMHO.
Monday, April 18, 2011
All tied up
As I believe I mentioned, I also got ties/pocket squares for the gentlemen: paisley for the HTB (to be worn with a solid pocket square) and herringbone for the best man (to be worn with a paisley pocket square). And the HTB went in for a suit fitting this weekend . . . still more work to do on the pants, but progress has been made. All we have left is the shirt. Oh, and socks. Hmm.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Showered? Try DRENCHED.
This past weekend was my wedding shower. My! Wedding! Shower! (!!!)
It was actually kind of fun. I mean, don't get me wrong. It was also uncomfortable. It is always weird for me to be the, like, obvious center of attention . . . I feel the same way at birthday parties. Oddly enough, I'm plenty willing to goof off and talk loud and be the center of attention in a more organic way. But for some reason the "we are gathered here to celebrate . . . me" thing is always really, really weird. It's actually one part of the wedding that I think will be a challenge. "Attention, everyone! I am going to walk down the aisle now. Everybody watch me! ALL EYES ON ME!" Ugh.
Anyway, other than that weirdness, the shower was good. My roommate was in charge of food, and she had the inspired idea of basing the whole menu around cheese. Mascarpone brownies, pasta with asparagus and goat cheese, a cheese-and-apple tart, a cheese-and-fruit tart, various cheeses with crackers, some kind of hot cheese dish, mini pie crusts (which could be filled with cheesy spinach dip), etc. Yummo.
My small group leader planned the festivities. This included singing (we always sing a few hymns at small group), prayer, a devotional, and then presents. Of which there were many.
Everyone was so sweet, and so considerate, and seemed so genuinely happy for me . . . it was quite humbling.
It was actually kind of fun. I mean, don't get me wrong. It was also uncomfortable. It is always weird for me to be the, like, obvious center of attention . . . I feel the same way at birthday parties. Oddly enough, I'm plenty willing to goof off and talk loud and be the center of attention in a more organic way. But for some reason the "we are gathered here to celebrate . . . me" thing is always really, really weird. It's actually one part of the wedding that I think will be a challenge. "Attention, everyone! I am going to walk down the aisle now. Everybody watch me! ALL EYES ON ME!" Ugh.
Anyway, other than that weirdness, the shower was good. My roommate was in charge of food, and she had the inspired idea of basing the whole menu around cheese. Mascarpone brownies, pasta with asparagus and goat cheese, a cheese-and-apple tart, a cheese-and-fruit tart, various cheeses with crackers, some kind of hot cheese dish, mini pie crusts (which could be filled with cheesy spinach dip), etc. Yummo.
My small group leader planned the festivities. This included singing (we always sing a few hymns at small group), prayer, a devotional, and then presents. Of which there were many.
Everyone was so sweet, and so considerate, and seemed so genuinely happy for me . . . it was quite humbling.
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