I didn’t.

Lots of girls aspire to be a princess on their wedding day. I didn’t.

Super fancy, we were not.

Now, don’t misunderstand me. My wedding was something I looked forward to for ages, planned meticulously for nearly a year, and enjoyed every second of while it was happening. But was it a day fit for royalty? … No. But was it wonderful? Of course! Getting married was about more than me and my moment in the sun as “The Bride.”

It was about the journey from two single people to one family. It was about the whirlwind of preparation in the days leading up to the ceremony, the small army of people who brought my tumbling mass of ideas into reality, and the quirky touches and beautiful moments that made the whole crazy process special. And mostly, it was about the incredible feeling of love that infused every person and every thing that the wedding touched.

The whole weekend felt kind of like this. Laughter, love, and a little loopiness. Perfect.

Because even though my fiance and I did spend close to a year  (okay, it was mostly me fussing for that year… though he was a very good sport and pretended to listen when I launched into yet another soliloquy about chair styles) choosing the photographer, the food, the venue, and a million other details… there were still so many little things to finish in the last week before the big day! It couldn’t have all come together without the generous souls who jumped right in to help.

First, my house became a little factory. Three days out, my father was in the backyard painting lawn games with my future husband

D’oh, you waited HOW LONG to paint these things??

while my mom sat beside me sewing yards of silvery drapes and my stepmother folded and assembled scores of programs. My family rocks. And they have skillz.

At t-minus two days, my friend’s husband spent two hours punching out one hundred stiff paper leaves for the escort cards

The silver leaves looked great thanks to Mark!

as my mother-in-law hauled vases into my bathtub so that the  flowers for the bouquets would stay hydrated. My friends are the best I could ever ask for.

When the time came to pack everything up and head for the hills (Yes, literally: we got married on a farm in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains) I could hardly believe we fit everything into just three cars and an RV.

I barely slept on my last night as an unmarried woman. I was too excited, and I still had too much to do, anyway.

I finished writing the escort cards by hand at four thirty a.m., and I hopped in the shower at six. The sun rose bright and perfect by the time I finished brushing my teeth, and I breathed a sigh of relief. We had a plan for inclement weather, but I regarded it primarily as an insurance policy to convince Mother Nature Herself that there was no need for rain. It was kind of how taking an umbrella to work on a cloudy day usually means blue skies by noon, you know?

I met my bridesmaids for breakfast at seven, and we were due at the hair salon by eight. We rode there in style, chauffeured by my father-in-law-to-be in his giant RV, and thank goodness for all that extra space. We were toting seven women, what felt like several miles of satin and tulle in the form of our dresses, shoes, makeup, a whole garden full of hydrangea bouquets, surprise bridesmaids’ gifts, and I can’t even remember what else. We’re talking a lot of stuff. The air was full of chatter and an almost audible buzz of pent-up energy.

When we arrived we took up half of the salon, and it was such fun when other customers noticed that we were a bridal party and waved or wished me good luck.  Around ten we emerged curled, braided, pinned, and spritzed. I had an elaborate peacock feather fascinator tucked above my right ear and a fine silvery web of veil covering the back of my head. I felt beautiful.

No rest for this bride yet, and no makeup either!

But, true to form, I was not about to spend the rest of the day sitting around waiting for the ceremony. There was work to be done!

Rolling up at the farm, we found setup already in full swing. Groomsmen carrying tables and chairs to the reception site looked a little like leafcutter ants hurrying home,

Being the groom doesn’t get you out of hard labor either.

and the caterer’s staff were busy piling the tables with linens and dishes as soon as they were set up. Even the boyfriends of the bridesmaids pitched in after having flown in from Arizona and California for the weekend. Some vacation for them, eh?

I led a brigade of  helpers around the reception site, spreading satin overlays and tying on chair sashes. Then there were shepherd’s hooks, strung with dozens of paper lanterns, to stake in the ground.

Did you know it’s difficult to hang lanterns when it’s windy outside?

When we finished in that area, we moved on to setting up a small pavilion in the ceremony area. At some point in all the chaos, the photographer arrived and then the baker, bringing one of the loveliest cakes I’ve ever seen.

And it tasted as good at it looked.

We set up lanterns and the lawn games and hung dozens of tiny escort card leaves on a manzanita tree. I honestly don’t know how everything got finished except through sheer force of will. Or perhaps the Universe was smiling on us and slowed down time. Who knows?

What I do know is that I was so busy all day, but each time I paused to look around, I realized again how hard absolutely everyone was also working to make things beautiful. Every family member, bridal party member, and staff member from the farm and the caterer was amazing, managing to smile and have fun while they transformed an empty field into a glorious party.

Smiling faces make any day, even one that’s already wonderful, better.

Before I knew it, time ran out and I only had an hour before I was due at the ceremony site to get safely hidden away before guests arrived. All the ladies hightailed it upstairs to the bridal suite, and mild chaos ensued as we steamed dresses, applied makeup, and fixed any curls that had started to droop. I live far from most of them, so those moments together were precious. We gave each other advice on eyeliner and undergarments like we’d never been apart. And finally, it was time to step into my gown and let everyone else deal with trying to lace up the corset back.

It was surreal seeing myself in the mirror when they were done. I had been running around all day just planning a party, but suddenly before me stood a bride. Not a princess, but a nervous, elated, slightly shaky young woman about to embark on a new and thrilling chapter of her life. It was time to go.

Stop to smell the flowers on your wedding day. You’re the bride; people will wait for you to be ready.

Hair and makeup? Check.

Veil, dress, and impractical silver shoes? Check.

Old trinket, new earrings, borrowed brooch, blue peacock feathers? Check.

Supporting cast of beloved friends, family, and the most incredible future husband all waiting for my entrance? Check.

I took one last look at the sun streaming through the window, falling on the comfy old clothes I’d been wearing all day, and walked out the door.

Lovely Brussels

This post is late. It was meant to go up last week… however, I found myself a tad distracted between the being in the Hague and the working until 3 or 4 each morning on a communications plan. Sorry about that!

So, a recap of my adventure in Brussels:

The train pulled into Brussels Centraal and I hefted my giant suitcase down to  the platform. I proceeded to spend the next fifteen minutes walking in circles around the various levels of the station trying to get my bearings. I like to be sure where I’m going when I can’t read any of the signs around me.

I figured out where the ticket counters were located, how to read the schedules, which staircases led to the platforms, and which doors led to outside, bathrooms, and nowhere at all. Then, finally convinced that I was in the right place, I shuffled over to the lockers and stowed my luggage for the next few hours. I felt like the weight of the world was lifted off my shoulders as I headed out the door carrying only my little shoulder bag with my ID, cash and camera.

I had three main things on my list for Brussels: walk around the Grand Place, go see the Manneken Pis, and have an authentic Belgian waffle. It was about noon when I hit the streets. Since I had many hours free and no companions to worry about, I decided to just start walking and get a map/ask for directions later if I wasn’t finding what I wanted to see. It turned out to be a good decision.

The first thing I wandered into by mistake was a summer festival. There was music and a happy crowd eating “state fair food” like corn on the cob and funnel cake.

Brussels knows how to enjoy the summer!

It was fun. But I had other things to see, so I only stayed for a few minutes.

Next I headed out along a street and immediately found a string of beautiful buildings. I guess they’re not so uncommon here as they are in the states. There was this:

it’s just there… people are walking by nonchalantly. I wish I had been able to find out what it is.

And this:

This was outside one of the multitude of museums I walked past.

And many more, of course. Too many to post, or even really take, photos of. We’ll just say that it was a lovely and enjoyable walk.

So I wandered out of the summer festival and just strolled until I found that I had wandered in to an antiques market. It was charming — similar enough to the sort of thing I’d see in the states that I felt at home, but different enough to be endlessly entertaining.

Look at those awesome copper pots! Think they would fit in my luggage?

Eventually I wandered out of the market — empty handed, thank goodness — and went on my way again. I just loved the city! Everything was so bright and fun and relaxed.

Technicolor houses!

At some point along the way, I heard a tremendous amount of honking coming up the street, and realized that it was a wedding party. There were streamers and flowers all over the lead car, with a smiling bride waving from the passenger window and her obviously-very-proud papa driving along. It was so sweet.

Totally added to the fabulous happy atmosphere of the day.

Beautiful cathedral!

And suddenly, I looked up and realized I had found one of my list items.

It’s the Grand Place!

It’s a square, so you can basically turn in circles taking beautiful photos forever. =)

I love Gothic architecture! There’s just nothing like this in the States.

So, that was exciting. It really is grand. I strolled around snapping pictures and basking in all the wonderfulness of being there. Saw my third bride of the day, posing with her bridal party in the courtyard of what I can only assume was a church or palace of some kind. It was enormous.  =)

When I finally decided to look for the Manneken Pis in earnest, I followed a group of other tourists who seemed to be looking for him too, and appeared to know the way. I knew soon that we were on the right track, as things like this started appearing in the shop windows…

Technicolor peeing boy!

And not long after that, the little guy did actually appear.

Mildly indecent, but everyone seems to love him.

Once I had snapped the obligatory photo of him, I decided it was time to get down to business. I had been passing waffle shops right and left along the way, and those waffles smelled goooooooood. It was my turn.

I found a little place where two teenage girls were making them fresh and ordered what looked amazing in the window:

Delicious warm waffle with strawberries and dark chocolate. To. Die. For.

Then finally, contented, I spent the rest of my afternoon wandering little streets and snapping pictures that won’t mean anything to anyone but me. It was awesome.  =) When I got really tired, I climbed on a train and made my way to Den Haag at long last. It was the start of another awesome adventure, which will have to wait for another post.

I had a great day in Brussels and would recommend it to anyone looking for a nice day of strolling in a lovely European city.

Hoyas in The Hague

So… here I sit in my hotel room. In Den Haag. In the Netherlands. I guess that’s pretty cool.  =)

Stamped. Official.

Maybe I should back up a minute — explain how this came to be. Perhaps you’ve seen that I haven’t posted anything in four months, despite my promise to give more details about my fabulous wedding “tomorrow.” Oops. I’ve been a tad distracted.

As it turns out, I was incredibly fortunate this summer semester to enroll in a class at Georgetown called “Global Communication in the Age of Social Media.” The shortest explanation is that it’s a program in which we have practiced creating solutions to communications problems for clients from many different regions around the globe. We have been presenting the ideas we’ve generated, so far, just to my professors — after all, it’s a class and not a real PR firm. But the very last part of the class, the culmination, is this week. My entire class has flown across the ocean to be here, in the political capital of the Netherlands and the seat of the International Criminal Court, to work on a problem for one last client. And this time, we’re actually pitching the ideas to the client. At a REAL PR FIRM. FOR REALZ.

I know. It’s awesome.

So here I am in Den Haag, about fifty five hours after arriving at the airport in Baltimore for the first leg of my journey. So much has happened already! Rather than deluge you with an endless wall of text, I will try to break up my adventures into more manageable chunks. First up: the flights.

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It’s pretty safe to say that flying anywhere comes with snags and challenges. If you’re flying internationally, the challenges just multiply. Friday? No exception.

My first flight was delayed because the plane was sitting on the tarmac in North Carolina, unable to leave because of bad weather. The couple sitting next to me in the waiting area were having a conniption fit because their original flight out of Baltimore had been canceled and it was their second day of sitting at the airport hoping to get out. Their hotel reservations in Venice were soon expiring.

I had a relatively long layover between my first and second flights so I stayed pretty calm as everyone around me fumed and spluttered. I kept checking the Delta website for them to give them updates that were not, for whatever reason, coming from the gate agents.

Of course the plane finally made it to Baltimore and we winged our way to New York, where I got to wait a delightful four hours before boarding the next flight. I got quite a few pages of my book read, at least!

Once we boarded the plane, it was definitely at least another hour before we took off. We sat forever at the gate, and then taxied sooooooooo slowly around the runway before getting in a huge line of other planes waiting to take off. I got acquainted with my seatmate during the long interlude before departure.

At first I thought he was cute — he was on his way to visit his fiancee in France and meet her parents for the first time. He seemed to miss her a lot and had never been to Europe at all before, so he had lots of questions about the people and the food and getting around.

Then once we were in the air and the flight attendants brought dinner, I started getting annoyed with him. He was a crazy picky eater — he wouldn’t touch his salad (vegetables are gross unless they’re cooked, apparently), his bread or his dessert. He told me my dinner (tri-color tortellini with tomato cream sauce, which I thought was pretty dang good) looked awful. When the lights finally went out and everyone was trying to sleep, he kept rolling over and taking my blanket with him, leaving me freezing and annoyed. I was glad when we started seeing land below the plane again.

The Brussels airport, where we landed, was remarkably easy and simple to get through — the guy who stamped my passport called out “Hallo!” cheerfully as I walked up to him and only asked me three questions before letting me go on my way. My bag came on the carousel quickly, and I figured out the train system to get into the city proper pretty easily. There was a super helpful guy on the train who gave me useful information about which stop to choose and how to stow my luggage while I walked around. It was great.

Next stop: Brussels!

New Chapter

Hey, guess what!

I bet you can guess...

I got married over the weekend!

It was probably (okay, certainly) the best day ever.  =)

I will tell you more about it tomorrow. But first I had to post a couple of the gorgeous pictures (I will also share more of those tomorrow).  Enjoy!

Immediately following the ceremony.

The Final Countdown

It’s the official day where, it seems, we can universally agree that it is time to start counting down.

Ten.

Ten days. Here is what I have left to work on:

• Sewing: some chair covers need one seam each, which doesn’t sound like much. Until I remember that there are 90 of them. I also have to make some pockets so the silver tent walls can hang from the pipes we bought yesterday, and I suppose the cornhole boards Oliver’s been working on will be more useful if I get around to sewing the bags full of corn to throw at them. (Actually, I will probably use beans. Easier to get at the store. Don’t tell.)
• Wishing tree — I have a couple of different wood options for the base, so I need to go ahead and choose one so that I can plaster-of-paris-it into the pot. I also need to finish punching out leaves, write names and table numbers on them, and add loops for hanging.
• Wood burning — I have several signs that need things burned onto them, like menu items for the buffet and the direction for the restrooms.
• Cloaks — if we’re going to have them, I need to get going on them. Possibly I will put the cats in the basement for a while over the weekend in order to cut the fabric.
• Programs — same deal as the cloaks. If they’re going to exist at all, I have to get started.
• Steaming — there is a massive quantity of chair sashes, table overlays and cloth napkins sitting in my basement that will all need their wrinkles steamed out before we use them. Fun!
• Purchases — Lowe’s has ferns readily available now, which is good because I plan to acquire a bunch and use them as part of my centerpieces for the tables. Seeing as how I already have the cute wooden apple baskets to put them in, and all.

There’s more to do, realistically. But it won’t do me any good to post it all here and make myself nervous. Just, suffice it to say that I will be a busy lady for the next ten days. Wish me all the luck in the world; I will probably need it!

And then there were two.

And now, for contrast:

Tomorrow is Saturday. Tomorrow marks two weeks until the wedding. Time is FLYING.

We’ve had our final meetings with the venue and the caterer; the tent delivery is scheduled; my dress fittings are wrapping up; I’ve had my hair trial; all the little details are falling into place.

Knowing me, I will find a million things to take care of between now and then; but it will all work out. Anything that is “missing” or uncomplete….well, no one will know but me.

One more week of work before my prep week off.

I can’t wait to be Mrs. Oliver Gray!

Lucky Sevens

Ha.  Found this sitting in my drafts box, unloved and unpublished.  For my own records only, here it is:

This past Saturday marked 49 days until the wedding — exactly seven weeks! I can’t believe we are so close already.

Oliver and I spent the morning frenetically cleaning EVERYTHING because we are refinancing our house and the appraiser was coming at noon to give us an updated estimate of the value. You have to be borrowing less than a certain percentage of your home value in order to qualify for the best interest rates, so it was really important that our home be given the highest value possible. And everybody knows that a house that LOOKS well taken care of IS well taken care of and is thus worth more.  =)  Or something.

Honestly, the house needed the cleaning anyway. We’ve been super busy with school and homework and prepping our invitations (the kitchen and coffee table became our own little factory the previous weekend!) and haven’t taken the time to vacuum or put away laundry lately. It was getting a little out of control. So it was nice that we got everything spotless for the appraiser (who told us over and over what a nice job we had done on renovations, yay!) and then got to enjoy kicking around our very-clean house. I still have more laundry to do, but somehow it’s easier to find the motivation when everything else is already tidy.

So we should hear about the appraiser’s report sometime this week and I’m excited. The housing market has been so volatile that I really have trouble gauging our home value now. Cross your fingers that he liked it!

As far as wedding stuff goes, we are making lots of headway. Almost everything we will need has at least been ordered, so most of what remains is finishing details. We have to put together welcome bags for the hotel to give to out-of-town guests, and work on table numbers and escort cards. We still want to have some cute lawn games to play in the event of good weather, so we’ve got to get going on a custom corn hole set. I have just a few invitations left to go out — mostly the ones that need special inserts to clarify that kiddos are DEFINITELY invited. I haven’t even gotten to meet some of little ones that have been born in the last few years, so I would be totally thrilled if their parents brought them.  =)  Who knows if it will actually happen… but a girl can hope.

The best wedding news is that Oliver and I met with our jeweler on Friday and got the details of our rings worked out. We each got to give design input and I think they are going to look fabulous. Mary is so talented!