When to send out all those damn wedding cards and invitations
Save the Dates, shower and bachelor/ette parties, wedding invitations, Thank You cards… when do you need to send out all those damn wedding things? Well, first of all, you don’t NEED to send anything (except Thank You notes), and every wedding is works differently. But here’s a super-helpful guide to when to send out wedding info for maximum efficiency purposes…
How to shop for a plus-size wedding dress with less stress
I know for me, and I suspect a bunch of you out there, wedding dress shopping brought up a whole host of body issues and insecurities. Now that I’ve been there, done that, I thought I would share my experience and show you that it can be a very happy and positive experience. First off, I am overweight, there’s no denying that. Sometimes I feel great about how I look. Other times I let a bad body image get the best of me. For a little perspective, I am 5’6″, weigh 220lbs, and wear a street size 18 or 20, depending on the cut. Here’s my guide to plus size dress shopping…
OPEN THREAD: How to kill the hours between ceremony and reception?
I booked the reception venue, which we are only allowed to use after 6pm, way before booking the church. I did not know then that the church would only do a wedding at 1pm. So, assuming the ceremony lasts an hour, we have four hours to kill between the ceremony and the reception. What should we do with that time?
Unsolicited wedding advice? Just add it to your “Sh*t People Suggest” spreadsheet!
The fella and I got engaged right before we traveled home to see our families for a vacation. We both have incredibly kind, welcoming families, so I was prepared for the outpouring of joy, and I was prepared to answer the inevitable when-where-who questions, too. But then, the suggestions started rolling in… At the same time, I felt like my ideas were being dismissed out-of-hand. On our last day of our vacation, I had a minor meltdown in the car. I didn’t know how to respond to the onslaught of suggestions we had received. Until I had a stroke of genius…