Monday, June 16, 2008

Finally Found The Dress!

I'm talking about the bridesmaids dress! I consider this decision a very big one for some reason. Now you may laugh, but in Sex And the City's first wedding (when Charlotte marries Trey McDougal) I love how all the bridesmaids are dressed! I instantly thought it refreshing to have short bridesmaid dresses and all different styles at that!

Of course, I don't have the budget to custom make each bridesmaid dress differently, but the dress I found is short, and luckily it comes with detachable straps that will allow each bridesmaid to chose what to do with it (straight, halter, criss-cross, or even strapless). But more than anything, it's modern yet classic with a twist, of which I will not reveal because that element of surprise in a bridesmaid dress is just as important as in the bride's dress. One thing I didn't want is for my ladies to look stuffy, old, and satiny like thousands of bridesmaids before. I absolutely love the dress and thankfully so do the only two bridesmaids that have seen it. Hopefully the other two ladies will love it just as much. Did I mention that after the wedding is over it can be worn as a casual dress or fancy dress?

I can't reveal the actual dress, so I'll show some runner-ups:

I've always considered black for the bridesmaid dress but I recently saw some wedding pictures with it and it ends up looking really flat and a bit too formal. So I figured I'd play with textures to create some dimension in the pictures, like this eyelet material. This sweetheart dress was so cute--your typical bridesmaid dress--but it turned out to be a bit too short. And it started looking too bubblegum for a wedding where the bride isn't sixteen.

So we moved on to this chiffon ensemble. I liked the translucent quality of the material and kind of liked that it didn't look like a typical bridesmaid dress. It was grown-up, which was what I was feeling these past couple of years. However, I wondered if the ladies would feel pretty in this. This dress was beautiful, but it started looking like something a girl wears when she's going to meet her boyfriend's fundamentalist parents for the first time.



Lace is something I've been looking at a lot. It complements the Spanish architecture and decor of the venue and my dress has bits of it too. And having some skin show through the lace lessens the harshness of the black. Not to mention that it is sexy without showing too much. However, although the back of this dress is quite elegant, I'm not too crazy about the front. But I really like the concept.

Be still my heart. I instantly fell in love with this dress. It was a happy medium of grown-up yet playful but alas, the color you see isn't the real thing. The original color is a deep navy blue, which is really cute actually, but not part of my wedding color palette. I adjusted the hue and saturation on this image so it's not real and not quite an option. But it would have been perfect-- this would have been my pick.

I did the same thing to this dress so it's also not an option but I wanted to show it anyways. This dress comes only in a bright fuschia and navy blue. Maybe I'll go pick up the fuschia just to wear-- it's too cute to pass. I'm quite enamored with thick straps lately. And I definitely like what the straps are doing here. Maybe I'll incorporate the same look with my bridesmaid dress' adjustable straps.

Oh bummers, I guess lavender isn't a popular color this summer. And if you're smart, you've probably figured out part of my color palette. There is one more color, however, and one more element of surprise which will be revealed in the invitations so don't judge my colors as typical just yet.

Since we're talking about colors, I was thinking maybe this pastel teal would have been my punch color, but as you can see, it's not much of a punch. Besides, it would have made the colors too cool for a fall wedding. But look at the dress. It's to die for. Too bad it's practically backless and too short. "Too bad it's for hookers," is what my mom would have said. My bridesmaids would have to wear chicken cutlets or no bra at all. And I wouldn't do that to them-- comfort does matter that day.

So we return to black since there are no lavenders out there. And lavender is a really tricky color too. It comes in a warm or cool tone and a lot of times it's too dark or too light. So I figured the textured black was the safest. Enter the satin burnout. I love everything about it and I was ready to make my girls try it but I still wasn't completely sold on the color black. For a garden wedding, black just seemed too dark. So I held out, and thank God I did because on our way out of the store, I saw the dress. It stands out against the greenery of the garden, it complements the Spanish feel of my dress and the architecture of the place, it's short and has adjustable straps so each maid can be somewhat unique, and it's actually part of my color palette without having to pass out lavender-colored 3-D glasses. It's perfect and I can't wait for all the guests to see it that day. I really hope it's "ooh-ed" and "ahh-ed" over as much as my wedding dress. I really do! What's wrong with me, you ask? I'm sick in the head, I know.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

We're Going Going Back Back

2006, BALCONY OF THE ROOM FACING THE OCEAN

So we finally booked our honeymoon before gas prices go up even higher. We're going back to Ixtapa! I've never been a fan of trying to relive great moments because it's never as good or better the second time around, but Las Brisas has been renovated so I don't really count it as trying to recreate the moment. And we had such a good time the first time around. I'm really excited about this trip because on the fourth day our close friends will be joining us! The first time we were there I remember thinking, "Aw, I wish our friends were here with us..." We'll see though, because it's always hard to plan oversea trips with friends especially now that we're adults and are scheduled up to our necks.

Hot women in clad bikinis is not what you'll find here, sorry. This place is chill out central. Not much of a night life but it can be your group's own oasis with a private beach. There are cabanas galore so waking up at the crack of dawn, on your vacation might I add, is not necessary just to reserve one. Lunch can be brought out to you along with your beer or Pina Colada. Yes, this is Mexico and alcohol is allowed on the beach. (That was the one drawback of Hawaii). And even without requesting, the kind staff-gentleman will refill your Corona bucket with new ice.

Hotel Resort Las Brisas isn't chi chi but more authentic to Mexico's culture and environment, which is what we really liked about the place. I cannot wait!

Thursday, June 12, 2008

No Pain, No Gain

The moment my parents forced me to have a public ceremony I knew this wedding planning was gonna kick my ass. And kicking my ass it is.

A lot of people think I'm not into the lavish wedding because I've been mentioning the idea of eloping since I was five. Let me explain since I actually have your attention. People, I'm very into the party planning. If I had known this sooner, I would have gone to party-planning college. However, my problem is this thing called perfectionism which leads me to have an all-or-nothing mentality. This awful monster became very apparent at Art Center and it completely paralyzed me because, of course, there is no way one can be perfect at that school. And so I opted for the "nothing" since the "all" was too overwhelming to deal with. And that is why I've been talking of eloping ever since. If Art Center was pressure, imagine my wedding! Not to mention all the guest designers with great taste having an opinion about every detail I pined over for hours or otherwise forgot to attend to. C'mon fellow designers, we know we're painfully critical. And if you're not a designer by profession, every woman becomes one at someone else's wedding.

My parents insisted on having a big public ceremony. They said, "The more people that attend, the less likely you guys will get divorced." What? Oh, right, since all those pair of eyes would be keeping us accountable. The embarrassment factor would be enough to stop us from a divorce.

So I began to plan the 500+ wedding with a grudge. No wait, I lie. I didn't begin anything. I just held a grudge for almost 6 months. You have to realize that we ended up eloping so I really didn't see the point of having a wedding. Finally, with the push of good friends and sister I started to get the ball rolling. And I booked the date, venue, and...no wait Pastor Sam was busy that day. No problem we'll just do it...no my cousin's shotgun wedding is on that day. Well how about...no that's a holiday. Eventually we got it. Venue, check. Date, check. Pastor, check. I went out drinking that night I was so stoked. But I celebrated too soon. My parents called and suddenly mentioned a small wedding which confused me because I thought they wanted to invite all those people because it was their turn to collect. They've been going to weddings since they themselves got married. However, for reasons that I won't get into, my mother felt bad about inviting a chunk of the 500 because she would be burdening them. I was speechless. I didn't even have the energy to be angry. I just quietly told her, "Omma, you just gave me the biggest headache of my life. I'm going to hang up." I went to bed and cried. I cry when I'm frustrated.

I don't know how long the anger lasted, but eventually Brian and my sister convinced me that this was the ticket to my dream wedding, "Leny, you can have your small wedding now!" And it was true, to a certain degree. I still wished I could shrink the guest list to half of 250, but I could live with this. And so the planning began back from square one. This time, I was excited.

And I still am, but I can feel the acid reflexing up whenever I think of details that I still haven't figured out. And I have freak-out moments since we're paying for this wedding ourselves. I have to keep telling myself that the money we're putting into this will be worth it at the end. So I'll mainly pray for love for that day, what the day should be about. Nothing but love... and good weather.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Nobody blogs, everyone peeps.

I debated and debated-- even had discussions about it with groups of friends-- and finally realized I'm NOT making the switch over to Facebook. At least not for now. You can't blog on it. And does no one write anymore? Is it all pictures? Also, I didn't want to stay in Xanga because although I had a good following of readers, Peeping Toms are not the kind of people I want to be reading my stuff. No fun! You know who I'm talking about-- those people who create Xanga sites just for the sake of checking others' but reveal nothing of themselves. Yeah, I'm calling you out "evoices", "usernameneeded", "anonymess"-- oh she's clever, isn't she? So I figured the switch over to here was a happy medium. Besides, I hated how I had little to no control of the typography in xangaland. Sorry, that's the design geek side of me... or the controlling side of me... actually, the two might go hand in hand. Why am I talking about design? I'm protesting design right now in my life. :(