I have a really hard time finding things to write about lately. You would assume that the closer you get to an actual wedding date, the more you would have to do. When in reality there is a weird lull that occcurs between the beginning and the end of marriage...I meant the end of wedding planning, but I think the original comment is pretty true as well. Anyhoo...
Let's do some updates: my invitations are in my possession, the majority of the addresses are also in my possession, I have ordered stamps, and I am really excited about how the invites turned out. In my attempt to make my wedding English themed, I have tried really hard to keep the invitation aspect under control. If I had an unlimited budget, I would go crazy on the paper aspect of my wedding. I love calligraphy and letterpress and clever wording and all that is a wedding invitation. However, I feel like I have hit the highpoints of the invitations that meant the most to me, so I am happy with the end product. You will all be receiving them soon!
My dress should be in Rogers by the beginning of April. I am very excited about this concept and glad that when I try it on this time around, I will be at least a little thinner than I was the first time around. All good things.
Cody and I took engagement pictures last Wednesday with Jeremy Cavness out of Bentonville. We had a lot of fun and are really excited to see the pictures. The entire engagement pictures idea was a bit daunting to me at the beginning. Trying to capture love within a still shot seems to be a task that usually leads to 900 pictures of people kissing in different outfits. Neither Cody or myself are into the kissing picture idea, and I feel like we still had a good time and captured some of our own personality and style...hopefully.
In other news that does not have to do directly with my wedding, my best friend Katie is recently engaged to her boy toy A.J. I am super excited and happy for both of them. I think they will make an awesome married couple and seem to be on the path to many years of happiness together. I have known Katie since literally we were like 5 years old. Our paths crossed again in high school and we hit it off as the best of friends. It seems like yesterday I was illegally driving her car down 6th street to visit our friend Art and get into all of the trouble we could find. I appreciate friends like Katie and I am very happy she has a found a guy as nice as A.J. It is so weird to me the way life ends up. I would have never guessed as a sophomore in high school Katie and I would be in the situations we are in (engaged, careers, houses, adult lifes). I am glad to have a friend still around who experienced high school with me. In a way Katie and I will be forever a part of the halls of Southside High School, despite the fact that we have both moved far beyond those years. It's good to have old friends to recount the times that were good. Hopefully, there will be many more years to recount in the future.
On a purely selfish note, I am happy Katie got engaged because I get to relive the wedding planning experience from the outside in and I am a little relieved about that. Good luck to you, my friend!
T minus three months until I am officially hitched. Woohoo!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
"Scars are souvenirs you never lose..."
I think it's interesting the way things that seem so inconsequential at one point in your life sometimes find their way back into the picture years later. Allow me to explain...
When I was in 9th grade, I was quite the studious youngster, as some of you can probably imagine. I made all A's. I followed every request of my teachers regardless of how silly or unnecessary it might have seemed. I studied. I worried if I did badly on a test. I was a model student (By the way, I was the type of student I assumed I would have a classroom full of one day as an educator. Not true.). One night after a basketball game, I went home to begin my homework. It ended up being around 10:30p.m. when I decided that I wanted an apple to eat as I frantically tried to study for my Civics test that was scheduled for the next day. I went downstairs after everyone else in my house had already gone to bed and sliced an apple using an apple cutter. The slices of the apple did not clearly separate from the cutter, so I flipped it over and preceded to tap each of the apple slices out. Unfortunately, I tapped too hard and sliced the edge of my middle finger of my left hand off. And when I say off, I mean off. Not good.
I remember seeing a lot of blood and part of my finger laying on the plate amidst a half sliced apple. I knew the situation was bad and probably needed some sort of medical attention considering the amount of blood that was literally pouring from me. However, being the one in a million 14 year old that I was, the only thought that ran through my head was "don't make too much noise because if my mom walks in here, I will have to go to the emergency room." Mind you, I didn't want to go to the emergency room because I needed to study for my Civics test. What in the world was I thinking? Even I think I was crazy looking back on the situation. I decided to wrap a roll of paper towels around my hand and just ignore my finger issue. I studied for that test and eventually fell asleep with still an entire roll of paper towels on my wound.
The next morning I woke up to a blood soaked stack of paper towels still wrapped around my poor finger. I had to wet them to be able to pull them away from my finger. Beneath the mess of crimson towels was the bone of my middle finger still slowly dripping blood. I remember literally crying from the pain but still making sure not to let on that my finger was as injured as it was, so as not to miss my Civics test...
I don't even remember that stupid test. I don't know what I made on it (I would guess an A). I don't even know what the subject matter is we were covering. But I do remember my apple massacre. I still look down at my hand and have to giggle at the memory of me as a 14 year old. However, I never paid too much attention to the scar until I got engaged. Now every time I sprawl my left hand out in front of some female onlooker I don't look at my ring for long. Instead, I look at that stupid middle finger all curved and uneven. It bothers me. It will be in pictures for the rest of my life. A digital memory of adolescent Katy. It's weird.
It's strange to me that on the same hand there can be so many stories that tell so much about me. There is my discoloration on top of my hand from me rubbing a pencil eraser across it until it burned my skin off in 3rd grade (my long time crush was doing the same thing. Peer pressure, dang it.) There's my swollen knuckle from where I broke my finger playing basketball in the 8th grade. There's my curved pinky finger from popping my fingers for years. And now there's a ring on the one finger on my hand that I have not cut open or jammed or broken or done something to. And now that finger tells a story of the past 5 years of Cody and me. My left hand encompasses years of my life and now will always stand as a symbol of my life with Cody.
When I cut my finger off, I couldn't see far enough ahead of me to know that the emergency room could have reattached my finger to avoid me cringing 9 years later at the sight of my left hand. Although the older I get the more I realize it's the scars you don't take the time to avoid that end up meaning the most to you. Here's to a flawless ring finger amidst the stories of the scars on my hands. Perhaps I spared my ring finger from erasers and apple cutters because I knew there would be a purpose for it eventually.
It's too late to be blogging.
When I was in 9th grade, I was quite the studious youngster, as some of you can probably imagine. I made all A's. I followed every request of my teachers regardless of how silly or unnecessary it might have seemed. I studied. I worried if I did badly on a test. I was a model student (By the way, I was the type of student I assumed I would have a classroom full of one day as an educator. Not true.). One night after a basketball game, I went home to begin my homework. It ended up being around 10:30p.m. when I decided that I wanted an apple to eat as I frantically tried to study for my Civics test that was scheduled for the next day. I went downstairs after everyone else in my house had already gone to bed and sliced an apple using an apple cutter. The slices of the apple did not clearly separate from the cutter, so I flipped it over and preceded to tap each of the apple slices out. Unfortunately, I tapped too hard and sliced the edge of my middle finger of my left hand off. And when I say off, I mean off. Not good.
I remember seeing a lot of blood and part of my finger laying on the plate amidst a half sliced apple. I knew the situation was bad and probably needed some sort of medical attention considering the amount of blood that was literally pouring from me. However, being the one in a million 14 year old that I was, the only thought that ran through my head was "don't make too much noise because if my mom walks in here, I will have to go to the emergency room." Mind you, I didn't want to go to the emergency room because I needed to study for my Civics test. What in the world was I thinking? Even I think I was crazy looking back on the situation. I decided to wrap a roll of paper towels around my hand and just ignore my finger issue. I studied for that test and eventually fell asleep with still an entire roll of paper towels on my wound.
The next morning I woke up to a blood soaked stack of paper towels still wrapped around my poor finger. I had to wet them to be able to pull them away from my finger. Beneath the mess of crimson towels was the bone of my middle finger still slowly dripping blood. I remember literally crying from the pain but still making sure not to let on that my finger was as injured as it was, so as not to miss my Civics test...
I don't even remember that stupid test. I don't know what I made on it (I would guess an A). I don't even know what the subject matter is we were covering. But I do remember my apple massacre. I still look down at my hand and have to giggle at the memory of me as a 14 year old. However, I never paid too much attention to the scar until I got engaged. Now every time I sprawl my left hand out in front of some female onlooker I don't look at my ring for long. Instead, I look at that stupid middle finger all curved and uneven. It bothers me. It will be in pictures for the rest of my life. A digital memory of adolescent Katy. It's weird.
It's strange to me that on the same hand there can be so many stories that tell so much about me. There is my discoloration on top of my hand from me rubbing a pencil eraser across it until it burned my skin off in 3rd grade (my long time crush was doing the same thing. Peer pressure, dang it.) There's my swollen knuckle from where I broke my finger playing basketball in the 8th grade. There's my curved pinky finger from popping my fingers for years. And now there's a ring on the one finger on my hand that I have not cut open or jammed or broken or done something to. And now that finger tells a story of the past 5 years of Cody and me. My left hand encompasses years of my life and now will always stand as a symbol of my life with Cody.
When I cut my finger off, I couldn't see far enough ahead of me to know that the emergency room could have reattached my finger to avoid me cringing 9 years later at the sight of my left hand. Although the older I get the more I realize it's the scars you don't take the time to avoid that end up meaning the most to you. Here's to a flawless ring finger amidst the stories of the scars on my hands. Perhaps I spared my ring finger from erasers and apple cutters because I knew there would be a purpose for it eventually.
It's too late to be blogging.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Save the Dates
So, one of my biggest undertakings thus far in the wedding planning process has been my Save the Dates. I feel like they deserve a bit of an explanation for various reasons.
First off, I did not intend on creating save the dates at all. I felt like it's somewhat pretentious of me to think that people need to know months and months in advance when I am getting married so they can be certain to be there. I just don't feel like I have that much pull in this world. However, I was given a surprise 19th birthday party (I am not placing blame on anyone for this) in the basement of my parents' home a few years ago where approximately 8 people showed up. It was painful and awkward and something I vowed to avoid at all costs ever again. There is a part of me that is worried that those doors are going to open for me to walk down that aisle to a church of 8 people (okay there would probably be more than 8). Either way, I want people to come to my wedding. I do.
In the midst of my wedding planning, I have become an avid reader of some wedding blogs. I didn't even know wedding blogs existed before I got engaged, but they are addictive. One day I came across a save the date idea that a groom oddly enough had created. The concept of this couple's STD (haha, I just realized the acronym for save the date is STD. I will be using that from now on!)was What John and Sue will be doing the 189 days leading up to getting married. It was funny. The groom explained his idea was to document their engagement through Facebook status update sort of snippets. It was random stuff they were supposedly doing like starting wedding diets and watching specific TV shows.
I decided the idea was really clever. I then took it a step further and decided to make ours about our relationship leading up to the engagement, rather than the time after we got engaged. I spent a few hours writing it (I loved this part and would suggest anyone else to do the same thing if you want to remember the good stuff about you and your significant other). Cody even got involved and as you would assume thought of some really funny lines. I then had to print them and go through the unbelievable process of proofreading all that junk!
In the end, I love our STD's (hehe). I think they're cute and very Cody and Katyesque. I realized that they became really personal throughout the process though and felt somewhat weird about sending them to acquaintances that I am planning on inviting. I was afraid people who don't closely know Cody and me would be a little freaked out by a card that provides too much information. So if you did not receive a save the date, don't assume that means we're not inviting you to the wedding. I mainly sent the STD's to people that I really felt close to.
If you'd like to see the save the dates my superstar MOH posted some pics of them to her blog at http://theschluter.blogspot.com/. You should defintely go check them out!
First off, I did not intend on creating save the dates at all. I felt like it's somewhat pretentious of me to think that people need to know months and months in advance when I am getting married so they can be certain to be there. I just don't feel like I have that much pull in this world. However, I was given a surprise 19th birthday party (I am not placing blame on anyone for this) in the basement of my parents' home a few years ago where approximately 8 people showed up. It was painful and awkward and something I vowed to avoid at all costs ever again. There is a part of me that is worried that those doors are going to open for me to walk down that aisle to a church of 8 people (okay there would probably be more than 8). Either way, I want people to come to my wedding. I do.
In the midst of my wedding planning, I have become an avid reader of some wedding blogs. I didn't even know wedding blogs existed before I got engaged, but they are addictive. One day I came across a save the date idea that a groom oddly enough had created. The concept of this couple's STD (haha, I just realized the acronym for save the date is STD. I will be using that from now on!)was What John and Sue will be doing the 189 days leading up to getting married. It was funny. The groom explained his idea was to document their engagement through Facebook status update sort of snippets. It was random stuff they were supposedly doing like starting wedding diets and watching specific TV shows.
I decided the idea was really clever. I then took it a step further and decided to make ours about our relationship leading up to the engagement, rather than the time after we got engaged. I spent a few hours writing it (I loved this part and would suggest anyone else to do the same thing if you want to remember the good stuff about you and your significant other). Cody even got involved and as you would assume thought of some really funny lines. I then had to print them and go through the unbelievable process of proofreading all that junk!
In the end, I love our STD's (hehe). I think they're cute and very Cody and Katyesque. I realized that they became really personal throughout the process though and felt somewhat weird about sending them to acquaintances that I am planning on inviting. I was afraid people who don't closely know Cody and me would be a little freaked out by a card that provides too much information. So if you did not receive a save the date, don't assume that means we're not inviting you to the wedding. I mainly sent the STD's to people that I really felt close to.
If you'd like to see the save the dates my superstar MOH posted some pics of them to her blog at http://theschluter.blogspot.com/. You should defintely go check them out!
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