Style Me Redundant

Back when I first started wedding planning, I didn't really look at any blogs.  Martha Stewart Weddings was my main wedding porn, and I hadn't found the other goodies the interwebz had to offer.  Now, of course, there is a plethora of wedding inspiration on my blogreel, but about 7 months ago it was a much simpler time.  It was just me and Martha, Martha and me.

That is, until I saw a friend at a wedding this past May.  She was getting married in August, and nonchalantly told me to check out a certain site if I ever wanted to procrastinate for hours.  She knows me too well.  I feel like I could star in a movie called The Procrastinator.  Envision Arnold Schwarzennager's body with my face, and instead of saving the world, I'd just be putting things off.

She was supposed to be studying...

An Issue With STDs...

No, I don't have a venereal disease.  This is an issue with Save The Dates, which I suppose is a better issue to have.  This post could also be titled, how I came up with my crazy wedding theme.

Before I delve into this story, I'd like to say, great minds think alike...my little (in my sorority) and I came up with the same theme independently.  In the beginning when I had first solidified my theme, it was Mad Hatter and hers is Alice in Wonderland.  Sigh.  Her wedding is 2 months before mine, so I have been a bit apprehensive that we'll have the exact same elements.

The good news is that she is getting married in her backyard, so her wedding will have a much different feel than mine.  I decided to forge on with my theme, and hope that our different tastes would prevail, and that our weddings would still be different.

But yesterday, her STD came in the mail.  First, I'll show you the file that I had originally designed for my STD:

Yes, I am marrying someone and yes, there's a reason for the awkward spaces.   Mr. Biscuit's name and our website have been blocked out :).

Biscuit's Got Her Wedding Goggles On...

I have a confession to make. My name is Miss Biscuit and I am a wedding-holic. No, I don't feel the need to crash unsuspecting victims' weddings and my addiction hasn't ruined my home or professional life (yet), but I've definitely got an obsession.

The wedding has tapped into one of the major flaws in my personality.  You see, as a youngster, my parents rarely told me no (except to getting a race car bed...sigh).   Sometimes, they probably should have said no, like when I tipped my hair red and ended up looking like Ronald McDonald with brown roots and subsequently had to bleach out my hair.  In a way, I suppose they were smart, because I never felt the need to alter my hair unnaturally again. Also, they never had to worry about guys asking me out after that day. Sneaky, sneaky parents.

However, they missed the boat when teaching me about temperance.  Not temperance with food or drink, I learned about that the hard way all by myself.  I'm talking about temperance when shopping.  If I find a pair of jeans I like, I buy 4 of the same pair.  Oh, that's a nice coat...perhaps I will buy every color!  Anthropologie just got a cardigan shipment?  Why, I shall buy MANY designs.  And then I'm stuck with a billion cardigans, jeans I can't even wear during the school week, and 3 coats that I realize don't fit properly when I get home.  I know, I sound like a toddler, but I think that my emotional age is around 2 or 3 when it comes to things like this.

I Fail at Shoe...

It took me quite a bit of time to find the perfect wedding shoe, and I admit, I was very clueless when I began to look.  As much as I like color, I was afraid that a colored shoe would clash with my dress.  Don't remember what my dress looks like?  Here's a refresher.

 Now, I'll let you in on a little secret: I'm really not a shoe person.  Especially heels.  I have worn the same style of pointy toed black Nine West 3" pumps for every classy occasion since I was 18 years old.  When one pair wore out, I just bought a new pair that was exactly the same.  Yup, I'm that girl.  Here's another secret: I have super ugly feet.  I mean, my toes are weird.  There's one that's not totally straight and they're kind of chubby.  OK, now that I've fully disclosed my issues: on to the shoes.

As much as I would love a pair of Louboutins to cherish forever, I can't justify the cost.  I recently bought a pair of gold Nina Culver's for a wedding and at 1/10 of the cost of a designer shoe, the price was right.

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I realize that the gold would look weird with my dress, however they have them in ivory!

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I need a Hankie

So I've been thinking a lot about my invitation suites/Save The Dates, and I purchased a Cricut and a Yudu screenprinter in order to construct them.  Originally, I thought I had it all covered...my STD would have the date coming out of the side a la this:

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Cute, huh?  And for my invitations, I bought chipboard and was going to bind it together as a book, with the cover covered in fabric.  Lofty idea, I know...but I think it's cute.  Here's a sneak peak at the idea for the first page:

Wiggin' Out

No, not really.  I'm not wearing a wig nor freaking out.  However, when I first saw my new hair which I just blogged about, the first thing I said to Mr. B was, "I feel like I'm wearing a wig."

Yesterday was a big day.  I sat around until 12:30 and watched Netflix instant queue with Mr. B.  Then it was time to go to my hair appointment.  My stylist just opened her own shop, so I was super excited to check it out!  It did not disappoint, and she even had coffee and hot chocolate waiting for all of her patrons.

2 hours later, my hair was about 25 shades darker (though close to my natural hair color!) and banged.  I love the color, I think it makes my green eyes pop.  I also like the bangs, but will have to learn to style them.

Then, Mr. B and I moseyed up to Pittsburgh to check out the new Anthropologie in Bakery Square.  I'll be honest, I think I prefer the vibe of the Anthro at the galleria in South Hills, but if I were going to Carnegie Mellon or Pitt, I would have loved an Anthro a few blocks from campus!  I had my once a year 15% off coupon burning a hole in my Longchamp so I shopped till I dropped while Mr. B decided to get some coffee.  I only ended up buying one dress--I just bought two plane tickets to Boston and was feeling super poor--but I'm pretty excited about it.  I think it will be nice to wear to my white coat ceremony.

Bridal Beauty

In light of E!'s new reality show, Bridalplasty,  I want to talk a little bit about bridal beauty.  You always hear about brides wanting to lose weight for their wedding or have their makeup professionally done as they are embarking on the day of 1000 photographs.  I can understand wanting to look your best, but if you don't look like yourself, what's the point?  I'm not immune to this pressure to look perfect, and have made a few tweaks to myself, non-surgically of course, to look a little better for the big day.

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