Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Finally, married
One thing I learned from this wedding has been that whoever pays makes the decisions. For instance, the wedding cake: I wanted a wedding cake with no ripples (or whatnot) for the edging; my mother then goes and orders a cake with those ripples.
Other things learned include never have a wedding in a city you do not live in. I wish I would have been in Yuma, where I was married, to dictate what was happening with the wedding. For example, I wish I would have been there to see what the florist was thinking for the bridesmaids flowers. I had requested a small bouquet of all daisies (the flowers my mother had at her wedding). Somehow or other, she interpreted this as meaning that the bouquets must include $75 worth of flowers. This meant that my maid of honor went down the aisle carrying a freaking huge (by huge, I mean small baby) bouquet of flowers (which did not just include daisies). Bleh.
Though one thing I did love about my wedding was the guy who did my hair. Jovani, with En Gedi Salon (which, by the way, is the only Christian salon in Yuma--according to one of the ladies there), did a beautiful job with my hair. My husband had asked that I have my hair up, but whenever my hair is up, I look gaunt (which is not easy for my fat face) and angular. So I compromised by having my hair in an updo but with my bangs (long ones) covering my forehead (which is rather big as well). Jovani not only did what I had asked, but he made it better. Turned out really beautifully.
I didn't expect to cry at my wedding, but I should have known that I would, especially I started crying at the rehearsal. So glad I didn't put on the mascara.
On Saturday, July 29, I was married to the greatest man in the whole wide world: Michael Latimer. It is so weird to think that now I am married, with a ring (well, other than my beautiful engagement ring) on my left hand.
One thing I learned from this wedding has been that whoever pays makes the decisions. For instance, the wedding cake: I wanted a wedding cake with no ripples (or whatnot) for the edging; my mother then goes and orders a cake with those ripples.
Other things learned include never have a wedding in a city you do not live in. I wish I would have been in Yuma, where I was married, to dictate what was happening with the wedding. For example, I wish I would have been there to see what the florist was thinking for the bridesmaids flowers. I had requested a small bouquet of all daisies (the flowers my mother had at her wedding). Somehow or other, she interpreted this as meaning that the bouquets must include $75 worth of flowers. This meant that my maid of honor went down the aisle carrying a freaking huge (by huge, I mean small baby) bouquet of flowers (which did not just include daisies). Bleh.
Though one thing I did love about my wedding was the guy who did my hair. Jovani, with En Gedi Salon (which, by the way, is the only Christian salon in Yuma--according to one of the ladies there), did a beautiful job with my hair. My husband had asked that I have my hair up, but whenever my hair is up, I look gaunt (which is not easy for my fat face) and angular. So I compromised by having my hair in an updo but with my bangs (long ones) covering my forehead (which is rather big as well). Jovani not only did what I had asked, but he made it better. Turned out really beautifully.
I didn't expect to cry at my wedding, but I should have known that I would, especially I started crying at the rehearsal. So glad I didn't put on the mascara.
posted by Laura Keslar at 11:40 PM | |
