Note: Not my eye

Note: Not my eye

In early August, I went to my third Scottish wedding (and I am now an expert, thanks in no small part to the wonderful advice offered from our friends before my first official British wedding earlier this year).  Yes, it was an entirely be-kilted affair and, yes, it was sexy.  So very, very sexy.

The Boy Person was actually the best man for this one, and besides my own friends and colleagues, his parents and a ton of his mates were there, so it was uber-important that I look smashing.  Alluring, but not slutty; festive, but respectful; insanely beautiful, but fun and approachable!  What to do?  Well, I had my hair cut and colored, or course, and I bought a new dress (on which the zipper broke, because I am sort of a walking natural disaster).  But I wanted to do something more, not least because I had a really shitty month and I felt I deserved some special pampering. 

Manicures, pedicures, facials, and massages are all once-a-year treats for me now, so I considered those options.  But one day, walking by a beauty salon near my flat, I was struck by inspiration (and the convincing before/after photos on display):  I needed, nay deserved, eyelash extensions!  All the stars have them!  They are amazing!  They last four to six weeks (actually only semi-true)!  So I walked in and booked my appointment for one week before the wedding.  Here is my eyelash extension experience. (more…)


On the heels of the viral success of their wedding video, in which the wedding party danced down the aisle to the tune of Chris Brown’s “Forever” come the inevitable imitations…   But they probably won’t get much better than this spot-on video, in which Jill and Kevin hit divorce court.

According to Lemondrop:

Called “Jill and Kevin’s Last Day,” the parody features a divorce boogie down the courtroom aisle. It’s really, really good. And it should be, given that the parody involved Indigo Productions, a professional audio & lighting production company, and was performed by Broadway actors.

Oh, and did we mention they hired Conan O’Brien’s choreographer? The parody was part of Indigo Production’s viral video workshop, taught by TV producer and NY improv instructor James Murray.


So, I have personally been invited to my first British wedding!  Actually, that is not entirely correct – I attented one last year, but it was a distant friend of my boyfriend and we only were asked to the evening portion, so I was the “…and guest” and didn’t know anybody.  So I don’t really count that one, except that it was at a Scottish castle and included a traditional pipe band, so that was definitely nifty.

Anyway, this time my name is on the invite, and my presence has been requested for the full-day shebang, so this is my first official British wedding, and it’s another Scottish one at that.  I am excited, because it is a big to-do with folk I know, but I also have some anxieties.

PRO:  There will be lots of booze.

CON:  My boss will be there.

I haven’t actually been to a wedding in about ten years, when a high school friend got married at a local Indian restaurant.  Since then, I have been blissfully ceremony-free, as my friends are apparently not the marrying types, or at least haven’t felt the need to invite me.  So, while I believe I can behave myself in public and don’t scrub up too badly, I have some basic wedding etiquette questions I need to get some answers to.

Some things are a little different here, is the thing.  When this invite came in the mail, there was no RSVP slip.  It seems to be customary over here to go out and buy a card to respond.  The boyfriend and I went out this weekend to buy a card, but couldn’t find any “wedding acceptance” cards, which you’re supposed to use, so he was dispatched on his lunch break today to another store.  He scanned the card and emailed it to me for approval because I kept saying “Nothing tacky!  Nothing sentimental!  Nothing cheesy!  No mentions of ‘on your special day’!”  (more…)

As many of you know, I’m getting married in less than 20 days, and I’ve been doing the whole planning/obsessing pre-wedding song-and-dance for over a year now. One of the absolute greatest assets to my wedding planning has been the wedding blog/community of Weddingbee. Granted, I’m not a big fan of the whole Wedding Industrial Complex thing, or the happy-mongering, cutesy-poo attitude that usually permeates wedding blogs. However, I initially got hooked on Weddingbee because the wedding-blogging brides and grooms actually bitched about planning their shindig! The mere fact that they acknowledged that wedding stuff can really badly suck sometimes won me over with the quickness. Once hooked on the site, however, I began to notice the amazing amount of diversity represented in the Bees. They were of all different races, cultures, backgrounds, and many were in interracial relationships. It really was a breath of fresh air to see a site about something so mainstream as wedding planning present mixed coupledom as something so utterly normal, to the point of reveling in the hilarity that sometimes results from the crossing of cultures. However, the number one reason why Weddingbee won my heart is the inclusion of same-sex couples, and queer-friendly post subjects. I was so pleased the day Weddingbee announced the arrival of their first same-sex Bee: Miss Gingerbread. I’ve been gleefully following the deets of Miss GB’s wedding, and tending to the glowing ember of hope that same-sex unions are finally getting the recognition they deserve.

But, today’s news announcement on Weddingbee knocked the wind out of me like the underhanded gut-punch it is: (more…)

Seriously, it is not.  Rather, this is about something I and many others have been thinking ever since the news broke about Sarah Palin’s 17-year-old daughter Bristol’s pregnancy and pending nuptials.  It’s the same thought I had when we read that Jamie-Lynn Spears is set to marry the father of her newborn daughter, and the same thought I’ve had while watching Engaged & Underaged, which is by turns hilarious, heartbreaking, and horrifying.  It’s a terrifying thought – where would we all be now if we were forced to marry the person we were banging at age 17?

I’m not necessarily implying that these kids in particular are being forced into making a commitment they are too immature and ill-prepared to fully grasp (I’m thinking it, though).  Even removing babies from the equation, how ready can these teenagers really be to undertake the monumental challenge of marriage?  Almost ten years on, I consider age 17 to be a pivotal year in my personal development, and wouldn’t hesitate to say that I am a very different person than I was back then.  As difficult and exhilirating as the ensuing years have been, I don’t believe that having a husband by my side would have made life easier.  I think it would have been a drain, an albatross around my neck the size of Alaska.  I have no doubt I would have enthusiastically committed adultery, and probably been divorced by the time I was 20 (and I’m being generous with myself).  I would feel stifled, cheated, resentful, and I wouldn’t blame my child-husband for feeling the exact same way.


By now most of my friends and family have gotten their invites to my upcoming nuptials, so it’s probably a good time to share the story of how they came to be. I’m a sucker for stationery and other fine paper goods, so the invites were one of the first things I started shopping for once I started planning my wedding. And let me tell you: the internet is a veritable treasure trove of up-and-coming letterpress and stationery designers. There is some truly amazing stuff out there, if you’re wedding budget is comparable to an NBA signing bonus. I, however, have never known extravagance, being from the school of ‘If it’s Not on Sale, Do Not Buy’, otherwise known as the school of $1375 for That? Pfffffft! I Could Make That Shit.? So I did. Make that shit.

It started with an inspiration: a custom-made letterpress invitation suite by Atelier Isabey:

The general rule is that the invitations set the ‘tone’ of any fete, and the location informs the design of said stationery. I knew I was having my wedding in a Chinese garden so this little lantern theme was perfect, and much sweeter than the ubiquitous cherry blossom (because it’s not like they bloom in October) or double happiness (because Mr. Panda is Korean, not Chinese) designs. The only problem is that for the amount of people we’ll be inviting, these invites would cost us over 3 grand. Not. Gonna. Happen. After the jump, find out how I DIY-ed my way to cheap wedding invites without sacrificing style. (more…)