"yellow is the colour of my true love's hair.."

It is a pretty abysmal and grey day outside this morning, so I figured I would brighten things up with a little color. Today, I am going to talk color palette. One of my biggest wedding decisions was choosing the right colors. Usually, in my life, I have found myself drawn to the loudest, the brightest, and the blingin’est (yeah, I made it up) sets of the color wheel, but I felt like, for this situation, it was more appropriate to tone things down. This rings especially true because we are going to be married outdoors in the fall, when Mother Nature provides the color all on her own. 

My decision: neutrals. More specifically, brown, green, and ivory. 

It all started when I came across an article about green bouquets. I thought it was a unique twist to the usual pile of petals you see bobbing down the isle. I also happen to be a pretty big fan of green and thought it looked elegant without overshadowing the most important element of the wedding-me.

 

After that it was time to think about bridesmaid dresses. I could not bear the thought of forcing my ladies into brightly colored puffs of taffeta that they would never be able to wear again. I mean bridesmaid dresses are a joke for a reason. You get swindled into shelling out tons of money for an ugly dress that you wear once and park in the back of the closet for the next 10 years. I also wasn’t too keen on everyone wearing the exact same dress because none of my bridesmaids have the exact same body type. Regan has hips, Lacey is top-heavy, and Camdyn is a gymnast, and I know I would not want to be stuck standing next to a gymnast in the same dress as me. I also had another issue in the fact that Regan lives about a million miles away in New Mexico. 

It was with all this in mind that I decided, number one, the girls were going to wear brown (espresso, really, but this is not the time to impress you with my vast knowledge of color), and, number two, I was going to let them decide on which style dress they wanted to wear. This is another trend I picked up on thanks to ye olde internet, and so far, so good. I found a website that offers bridesmaid dresses at cut rates, found a designer with the sorts of dresses I liked, picked the color (espresso) the fabric (iridescent taffeta) and the length (tea length), and told the girls to go crazy.  Now the girls are free to choose a dress that will actually flatter their body type, and they don’t all have to get together in Montgomery to make the purchase. Most importantly, the dresses don't really look like a classic bridesmaid dress, which means they can wear them more than once. This is the dress that Camdyn will be wearing (although in a different color):

 I don’t guess I have to explain why ivory is the last color. I think someone else in the wedding will be wearing it. 

At any rate, hope I brought a little color into your life today. Maybe tomorrow the sun will come out.

Hailey

i.t.g. injuries are not covered..

Good morning, my lovely readers. I was just sitting here, sucking down coffee as fast as my stomach could handle it and watching the rain, when it occurred to me: “I have to give the people what they want.” 

I can only hope what you want is yet another illustrious blog from yours truly. 

This weekend was a pretty good one, despite adversity. Apparently, in my overzealous attempt to get into shape by October, I became a victim to my own hand…again. You see, several weeks ago I was inflicted with my first “in-the-gym” injury of sorts-an “i.t.g. injury”, if you will. It seems I took things a little too far on the thigh machine at Planet Fitness. So far, in fact, that I missed work because I could barely walk the next day. I had a bad case of the “duck butt”, and spent several days hobbling around like a 90-year-old woman. Luckily, things healed up swiftly, and I was back on the treadmill a couple of days later, although I have not tried my hand again. 

In my latest venture, I tried one too many inverted push-ups (at least I think that is what they are called-I am never really sure), and I pulled a muscle in my shoulder. I am finally getting over this injury, after spending the weekend with my shoulders up around my ears and with a bottle of ibuprofen in my hand. This is thanks in part to due diligence from my mother, who rubbed it out with the strength of a German Schoolmarm. 

I only cried a little bit. 

BUT THIS ISN’T ABOUT ME.

It’s about the wedding. 

Sunday, Danzo and I went over to the greatest place ever-Michaels-where they were having a discount on their glass vases and such. This was pretty handy because we are planning on using some glass dishes as centerpiece decorations (with candles floating in them). Hopefully, it will look a little something like this (with a little less pinky purple-y and a little more green):

  

I picked up the first 4, with many to come in the probable future. Also, anyone who wants to donate vessels in which my wedding candles may float-FEEL FREE. 

On the subject of decoration, I am still toying with the idea of straying from the traditional guest book. I saw a really cool idea online for a “Wedding Tree”. It would look something like this:

 

 Instead of just writing your name in some silly ole book, you take a card (which would be near/under said tree), write your message on it (probably something like “Congrats!” or “Now When Are You Gonna Have Me Some Grandbabies?”), and clip it to the tree. I think it is a great idea, and not just because I have not already created enough craft projects for myself this far along. It’s pretty, and who doesn’t like pretty?

Also, while I am thinking about it, I know a lot of friends and family are reading this, and I wanted to get the message out-Danny and I are looking for any cute baby/little kid photos you may have of either of us, or any photos that you may have of us together, we are planning on using these to help bolster the decorations. Plus, we are pretty, and who doesn’t like pretty?

Okay. I think I am done.