So many buckles: Rob’s amazing red gothic fairytale groom gear
We’ll hopefully be profiling the full wedding soon, but I have to stop first to give some snaps to Rob here and his impeccable gothic-tinged suit, complete with one of the most beautiful red jackets I’ve seen in a long time. Oh, and the buckled red vest? Amazing. The detailing, you guys… THE DETAILING. And the accessories! And his bride, Liz. Just wait…
In the New York Times: Grandmas as flower girls
Remember about a year ago when I wrote about grandmas as flowergirls? Well, the New York Times interviewed me for a story about the trend…
“Saber the Flavor” of Han and Leia’s Rebel wedding planning details
A little while ago, Laura of [vendor-heart link="http://rebelbelleweddings.com/"]Rebel Belle Weddings[/vendor-heart] and I attended a Star Wars-themed birthday party. I went as Luke on Dagobah. Laura broke out her Jedi robes and went as a Rebel wedding planner, complete with a binder labeled “Rebel Weddings: Leia and Han.” The binder was filled with detailed wedding plans for Han and Leia’s future wedding aboard the Millennium Falcon (of course)…
I’m more than a bride-to-be
I’m excited to get married and I’m excited to throw a big party. That being said, I’m more than just a bride-to-be. I am not the first, nor shall I be the last, to feel frustrated about gendered bias. So what can I do? How can I battle these questions and expectations? This is my plan.
This is some powerful shit: the wedding planning process as a rite of passage
When my love and I decided to start wedding planning back in January, we had NO IDEA what we were getting into. I honestly thought that as a new bride, the “collective community” would gently take my hand, congratulate me on this sacred time in my life, and ask me questions that would invoke my heart space to create my wedding day.
Is it possible to have a feminist wedding?
I have a Masters in Women’s, Gender, and Sexuality Studies. In other words, I’m a professional feminist. I had been with my partner for ten years when he proposed, and while it somehow came as a shock, there was no doubt in my mind that I absolutely wanted to marry him. Like any crafty member of my generation would, I desperately started googling “feminist wedding,” a fruitless endeavor. So what was going on? My entire identity had been built around feminism, so why was it that I was contradicting my own beliefs?