April 7, 2010
Remember all that talk about blue shoes? And how I couldn’t seem to find the perfect blue shoe? Well, I found them. And they have arrived and are tucked away in my closet, sleeping soundly.
Want to see? Let’s build to the big reveal.
Note the 9.5. Normally I wear a size 9 in Stuart Weitzmans, but due to some seredipitous glitch in the universe, Zappos was all out of size 9s. I went with a half-size bigger because I figured I could add insoles if really necessary.
Ignore the weird indentations left on my feet by my new sandals, and instead focus on the drool-worthy, fantabulous prettiness that I’m wearing!
So, it turns out that this style seems to run a little small and the 9.5s fit perfectly. It’s like they were made for me! Oh, and get this, I was all worried about the fact that I’m 5’10” and The Guy’s 5’11” (it seems like our math was wrong on this…either that or The Guy has had a growth spurt. That’s plausible when you’re 31, right? No?!) and therefore if I wore too much of a heel I would tower over him. Well, I tried on the shoes and with me in the (2 3/4″) heels and The Guy in sock feet I’m only about a 1/2″ taller than him, so once he puts his dress shoes on we should be about the same height. Double score!
I was honestly giddy like a school girl when I finally got to try these lovelies on. Now I can’t wait to try them on with my gown when it comes in. Not to mention that I extra super-duper can’t wait to wear them on our wedding day (as evidenced by that ridiculous hyperbole that I just used). 199 days and counting!
Anyone else find shoe heaven with their wedding shoes?
April 1, 2010
I’m still not 100% sold on the idea of wearing a garter. After all, we aren’t having a garter toss. And I can’t help but think that having, what is essentially, a big rubber band around my thigh might be less than comfortable. But I kind of think The Guy might like the idea. And then I do things like stumble upon these lovelies in the Florrie Mitton Couture shop and I started to think that I would be crazy not to have a garter if they can be this pretty.
The prettiness is overwhelming, no? If I do wear a garter, I’m pretty sure I’ll be paying a visit to this Etsy shop to purchase it.
If you aren’t doing a garter toss, are you still wearing a garter? Anyone else feel like maybe it’s just another cog in the wheel of the Wedding Industrial Complex (but such a pretty one!)?
March 2, 2010
I love my mum. She and I are incredibly close. We share the same sense of humour (quirky), the same sense of style (classic elegance) and the same “shapely” thighs (you win some, you lose some). We also differ in some areas, one of these being our thresholds for stress. My mother has had more sleepless nights due to the wedding than I have (well, I haven’t had any…I excel at sleeping).
Actual phone conversation that occurred last night:
Mum: MOH’s mum [my mum’s best friend] called and MOH is going to order her dress tomorrow.
Mum: Wait! Don’t you think there are some things you should do before she goes ahead and orders the dress?
Me: *thinking* Um….no.
Mum: Don’t you think you need to get a sample fabric swatch?
Me: No, I think I’m good to go.
Mum: But Andrea, how are you going to know what the fabric looks like in different light?
Me: Um, I’m not. I imagine it will just look like chocolate brown taffeta….
Mum: [increasingly frantic] And what about the tablecloths?!
Me: What about them?
Mum: Well don’t you want to get a fabric swatch and bring it to the decorator’s appointment on Saturday to make sure the bridesmaids’ dresses match the tablecloths?
Me: Why in heaven’s name would I want them to match the tablecloths?! No one’s going to check to make sure that they’re the same colour. I’m not planning to use the bridemaids as centerpieces. Why would they have to match?! I don’t understand!
Mum: [exasperated] Forget it. I’ll tell MOH’s mum that MOH can just order the dress. And I’ll tell her you don’t care about the tablecloths. She won’t be happy to hear that.
Can anyone explain this to me?! Why would I want everything to match EXACTLY?! I can see how it might have its uses if we needed to camouflage right into the tablecloths…but other than that…what would the utility be?!
[I apologize for the over-use of exclamation points above, but….seriously?]
In the words of the sulla tips (wise words I always try to heed while planning the wedding), “[N]obody ever leaves a wedding saying, “Yeah, it was soooo great! The mother of the groom’s dress was the SAME EXACT SHADE as the bridesmaids’ shoes and the writing on the matchbooks!” People leave a wedding thinking it was great because it felt great – because the bride and groom were in love and happy, and the party felt appropriately joyous, even if there’s not a single Martha Stewart-ish detail anywhere in sight.”
That is all.
January 24, 2010
No, this post is not about the fact that I not-so-secretly want The Guy to promise in his wedding vows that we can hire a maid (he is an insane neat freak, but that is a whole other post!). Rather, it’s about the bridesmaid dresses.
We have a bit of a unique set-up for our wedding party: The Guy has a Best Man, two groomsman and a “groomswoman,” while I have a Matron of Honour, two bridesmaids and a “bridesman.” The bridesman will wear the same tux/tie combo as the groomsmen (still to be determined) and the groomswoman will wear a dress from the selection I have chosen for our bridesmaids/the MOH.
So, I’ve known for a loooonnng time that I didn’t want to try to do a “one dress fits all” solution for my ladies. I’m all about being an easy-going bride, and it only seemed right to let the girls choose their own dresses. Turns out, this is not a straight forward as I originally thought (original thought: tell all the girls to buy a dress in chocolate brown /end thought). Yeah, that got vetoed fairly quickly by my mother who, already horrified enough at the idea of *gasp* different dresses, simply could not come to terms with the fact that the shades of brown might not match *faint of horror*. (This reminds me of when I used to work at lululemon and women would regularly come back to complain that their black pants didn’t match their black tanks/jackets/hoodies…best not to go down that path though, as there are a lot more stories where that one comes from!). So, we settled on me choosing a specific line and a specific fabric and then letting the girls choose from those. Easy peesy, no? Um, NO!
I started out thinking we’d just go with J.Crew, no muss, no fuss. But I ended up not being entirely thrilled with the options available there. So, I thought I’d explore just a couple other lines and surely I would settle on something fairly quickly. That was in November. I settled on something, finally, tonight…and it is almost February. (Sidenote: earlier this evening, while still wrapped up in the world of bridesmaid dress confusion I call my mum and suggested that she might want to sit down for this…but I was thinking of offering the option of different LENGTHS for the bridesmaid dresses. This suggestion did not go over well; she gasped louder than she did when I told her I wasn’t wearing ivory shoes with my ivory dress)..
Anyhow, in the name of preventing my mother from going into cardiac arrest, I sat down and made a list of dress options that I should have available to the girls (e.g. strapless fitted, strapless a-line, straps etc.). And I finalized (I think…they haven’t yet received mother approval…or bridesmaid approval, for that matter) the dress options.
So, before I babble any further, why don’t I just show you the photos? All the dresses are from the Jim Hjelm Occasions line and will be in chocolate, satin-faced taffeta.
I can’t even tell you how happy I am that that task is over!
Oh, here’s a tip, when talking to your mother, it’s best not to utter the words, “I don’t care what they bridesmaids wear!” It will not go over well. Seriously. You might get yelled at. I did.
January 18, 2010
Life has been busy and wedding planning has been pushed a little bit to the side. Nonetheless, decisions do continue to be made. I’m going to write posts on those in the coming days. Stay tuned in the coming days to hear more about honeymoon plans, how I gave into one of the biggest current wedding trends and my mother’s random, wedding-related panic attacks!
For now though, let’s talk about that thing that us girls can never get enough of. The topic that we just can’t chase out of our minds. That ridiculous temptation that haunts us throughout the day. Yeah, that’s right, I’m talking about shoes.
My shoes will be my something blue. Do not get me started on my mother’s reaction to this not so revolutionary idea. Colourful shoes are all the rage, right? All of us who frequent wedding sites and blogs know that to be the case. My mother, shockingly enough, does not follow said sites. So when I broke the news to her she kind of flipped. It was very amusing. “What do you mean you want blue shoes?! How can you have blue shoes? Your dress is ivory. I don’t understand!” After explanation about the trend and the fact that no one actually sees your shoes (not to mention that blue shoes are about 10,000 times more rewearable than something in ivory satin) she has come around. She still thinks I’m mildly insane though.
So, I’ve been browsing for shoes for a little while. I had a very specific shade of blue in mind (something teal-ish) and I need a fairly low heel height. I’m 5’10” and, as much as I really do enjoy being tall, with 4″ heels I would be somewhat Amazonian…and The Guy is only 5’11”. I don’t mind being a little taller than him, but there’s no need to tower! But yes, all that to say that my criteria make the search for the perfect shoe a little tricky.
I found the following back in December and have an exclamatory note about it in my Delicious bookmarks:
Obviously the idea with the above was to have them dyed, but that seemed a little daunting in terms of ensuring they came out the correct colour.
So last night I was tooling around on endless.com and came across the following two shoes:
Obviously the above are more navy than teal, but I really do heart them and think navy could look lovely with my classic dress (navy being a totally classic colour, no? Well, except when it’s dowdy, but these don’t look dowdy). The trouble is, I can’t decide between the two styles. I think they both look lovely and classic. Yesterday I was totally sold on navy shoe #1, but today I’m leaning toward navy shoe number two.
What say you?
And, what’s your something blue?
December 16, 2009
One wedding dress.
Our dress hunt began in earnest on Saturday morning at 11 a.m. when I arrived at Ritché for my appointment. My consultant, Sonya, chatted with me and got a good idea of what I was looking for (buzz words “elegant,” “classic,” “not too much embellishment,”) and headed off to the stock room (with my list of dress styles in hand) to pull some gowns.
She came back with a few gowns from my list, as well as a few of her own picks.
I was very happy that Ritche was cool with us taking photos. We only took photos of those dresses that were somewhat interesting.
I present you with a random smattering of the rejects:
Turns out nothing even came close to comparing to the first dress I tried on (not pictured above…wait for it).
We left Ritche, went downtown, grabbed some lunch at Cafe Nervosa (my close friend and BM Emily joined us):
I ate a whole thin-crust pizza. Who knew that trying on dresses caused so much hunger?!
We thought that it would be great to fit in one more store in the afternoon so that Em could see me in some dresses, and also so that I could try some totally “out there” things on to make sure that the dress I LOVED was the right one. Didn’t want to leave any stones unturned. (I should note that after we left Ritche I spent about 98% of my time talking about how much I loved dress number 1. How stunning it was. How it hugged me in all the right places. How I LOVED the heavy fabric. How The Guy would like the cleavage. Etc. Etc. You could say I was a little annoying).
So we headed down to Spadina and found a shop where we didn’t need an appointment. Let me tell you, it was nothing fancy! The fitting rooms were small and basically created out of bright pink shower curtains. But the store seemed to carry a lot of nice lines. When we walked in we saw “my” dress on a mannequin. We asked the sales associate to take it off the mannequin so that I could try it on (wanted Emily to see it).
I tried on a HUGE variety of dresses at store #2. A STUNNING Pronovias mermaid dress (remember how I said I thought mermaids would looks horrible on me? Yeah, I was wrong). It didn’t feel “wedding-ish” though. I think I would wear it on the red carpet at the Oscars though! I tried on ball gowns and froofy gowns that looked like they were made of meringue. I even tried on a Paloma Blanca number that looked like it was better fit for someone attending a ball at the White House (I’m sure it would be very lovely on a lot of people — on me it was matronly).
And then, after rejecting all of the above, they brought out “my” dress. I put it on and everyone — including the sales associate — couldn’t stop talking about how perfectly it suited me. So at that point I was 99% decided that it was the one.
I was standing on the pedestal in front of one of those giant mirrors and then, all of the sudden, the radio that had been playing top 40 music, started playing Ave Maria. My mum and I instantly burst into tears and couldn’t even talk. It was my grandma’s favourite song. Just as we pulled ourselves together, an old version of Silent Night, my grandma’s favourite Christmas song, came on. We knew immediately that it was the dress. As my mum said, “Grandma walked into the room.”
We went back to Ritche on Monday and bought “the one.”
I present to you….my wedding gown!:
December 13, 2009
Dress shopping was a success and there’s a great story to go along with it.
More to come when I have some photos uploaded!
December 11, 2009
Tomorrow I will set out on the odyssey that so many brides before me have attempted: the search for the dress.
Am I excited? Absolutely! Do I know what I want? Not entirely. Do I know what I don’t want? Without a doubt!
Let’s start with the stats: I am 5’10”, a street size 10 and have the quintessential hourglass figure.
Ideas of what I like: lace, gathering, pleating, v-necks, minimal embellishment, slim a-line silhouettes.
Ideas of what I dislike: mermaid dresses, ball gowns, excessive poofiness, pick-ups, too much beading, anything from this line, which frankly scares the bejesus out of me (anyone who’s read bridal magazines know exactly what I’m talking about, right?!)!
Having said all of that, I’m very much open to trying a variety of gowns on this weekend, because you just never know. I do, however, want to avoid anything tight around the hip/thigh region (hence my dislike for mermaid gowns) as that is definitely my “problem area.”
My style is classic and elegant, with a bit of a modern edge. There are a number of dresses I’ve bookmarked and am eager to try on. My absolute favourite at this point is the Pronovias Goleta:
One of my friends took one look at the above dress and instantly proclaimed it “SO you!” So, it will be interesting to see how it actually looks on my frame.
The others that I’m hoping to try on, in no particular order:
Maggie Sottero, Karena Royale
Maggie Sottero, Janelle
It will be interesting to see when I return from my shopping outings if I stuck to these sorts of looks or got my head turned from something entirely different.
Stay tuned to hear the rest of the story!