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Lindsey and Kris got married, y’all.

This past weekend, in the lovely setting of the Des Moines Art Center (in the surprisingly lovely city of Des Moines) Ms. Lindsey and Mr. Krisoye finally tied the knot and became forever known as “The Smiths.”   Eric and I were fortunate to attend this happiest of events, which was made ever so charming by Lindsey’s special touches; handmade bouquets and centerpieces, and bridesmaid dresses that weren’t identical.

Some photo highlights:

Bouquets – made by the bride!

The signing of the marriage license.

The recently-marrieds at the reception.

The cutting of the (amazing) cake.

Bride and husband-of-Maid-of-Honor get their groove on.

The after-party.

(Only Lindsey and Kris’ wedding would conclude at a Chinese Pizza Place.)

We had a lovely time and are over the moon happy for Lindsey and Kris and their newly-married life. Congratulations to The Smiths!

Iowa bound.

Don’t be jealous that I get to spend the weekend in Des Moines for a wedding.

Seriously. Try and contain yourself.

(I’m being a brat. I’ve never been to Des Moines.  Maybe it’s heaven on earth?)

I’m actually totally hyped to be a part of the wedding of Lindsey and Krisoye, taking place on Saturday in the heart of Des Moines.

Linds and Kris are lovely folks, I’m delighted for them, and hey -

I get to check another state off my list of states I’ve been to.

Here goes.

Announced: IndieWed 2011!

I had a completely lovely time while perusing the first-ever IndieWed bridal show in January 2010, which I found to be a clever and adorable showcse of wedding vendors more focused on individuals and celebrating quirky brides than on the mega-million dollar bridal industry machine.

I’ve also been using my IndieWed tote bag at least a few times a week. Super cute and super handy.

SO – With that said, of course I find it very exciting that a date has been announced for the 2011 show.

Next year’s show will be held on January 29, 2011. Now, I would imagine it would be at the Ravenswood Event Center like the 2010 show, as it was a nearly-perfect and pleasant venue, but that’s just me taking a guess.

I’m not entirely sure if I’ll be attending next year.  After all, I’m a married lady now and don’t plan to ever have to put on a wedding again. But who knows, maybe I’ll get lucky and some friend will have gotten engaged by then, and will need my guidance.  Or maybe Bob and I will just go for fun and organic coffee. You never know. ;)

For updates and more info, visit the IndieWed site.

(Also -If I haven’t made it clear by now, I DO NOT ever recommend people attend the Chicago Bridal Expo. I just got another scam phone call this past week trying to rip me off by telling me they drew my name from a drawing I entered at the bridal show and I’d won a trip to Vegas…if I gave them a lot of personal information.)

Miss Lindsey has a bridal shower


My dear, wonderful, and eternally lovely Lindsey is getting married in a few short weeks in her current hometown of Des Moines, Iowa. However, she’s a Chicago girl at heart, and so her bridal shower was held here in town.

(Or rather, in Evanston – which I think is close enough to count.)

The day began with the actual shower, held at the beautiful home of Maid-of-Honor Becca. (Actually, since she’s married, I think it’s “Matron-of-Honor,” but I really hate the way that sounds, so we’ll pretend it’s not a thing.)

The shower theme was “Dressing through the Decades,” so we were each given a decade to dress from, and it was a really clever way to tie in Lindsey’s interests in fashion and history. I had the 1920s, and wore the requisite flapper costume.  Lindsey was the 1950s, and wore a lovely blue dress she’d been wanting a reason to buy forever.  Becca had the 1980s, Nina had the 1940s, and so on.

(Maid of Honor, Becca)

Becca put out a lovely spread of delicious food, and I contributed my Molasses cookies (which were a hit – holler!)

Also, just as a side note – Becca may have the cutest dog I have ever encountered in my life.  Pacey is adorable, a total ham, and a rescue dog with a sad backstory, but she has a great and loving home now.

Of course, there were games. Or rather, a brand new game I’d never played before – called “What the heck is that?” which consisted of Becca bringing out crazy items and the two teams (Team Lindsey and Team Krisoye) having to figure out what the item was for, or just trying to come up with the most clever answer. I was on Team Krisoye, and though we put up a good fight, Team Lindsey bested us and won it all.

There were also lots of presents – everything from a set of wine glasses to an “I heart Krisoye” shirt, which Bonnie had made and which was the hit of the day.

I got my girl a book on creating retro crafts, as she is one of the craftiest people I know, in addition to a cool book I found at Chicago Comics that consists of articles and pictures from jazz-age Chicago.  Both gifts just screamed “Lindsey!” to me.

After changing out of costumes, the ladies headed into Lincoln Park to Essence Nail Salon.  However, as travel time from Evanston to Lincoln Park took longer than expected, there wasn’t time for full manicures/pedicures, but the accomodating staff at the salon made sure we all at least got our nails buffed and polished. (And managed to have a glass of wine while we were there.)

So, with freshly done nails, we headed to Cafe Ba-ba-reeba for a delicious Tapas dinner. Though Lindsey loves Des Moines, she laments that there is absolutely no Tapas there.   We polished off two pitchers of Sangria and many small and tasty plates.  Nina (another bridesmaid) then surprised Lindsey with some amazing cupcakes.

From there, we separated – Some to make long drives back to other states/cities, some to pursue adventures, and I headed home as well. Regardless, it was lovely meeting all of them and I’ll be seeing them again at the actual wedding very soon.

I’m so excited to head to Des Moines in a few weeks to attend Lindsey and Krisoye’s wedding. They’re those people you’re better off just by knowing, and I can’t wait to celebrate the official start of their life together.

(One last shot: Theatre-nerds in costumes? No way! — And please ignore my wonky wig. It was itching like mad and I kept scratching it, which made it move around. In retrospect, I’d have done pin-curls or something instead. C’est la vie!)

the honest bride: my perfect day

(The photos used in this entry were stolen with love from the respective facebook photo albums of Robert Bullen, Dan Foss, Elizabeth Kennedy, Morgan Manasa, and Lindsey MacAllister, as well as a few that were kindly sent to me in advance from my Mom’s photos.. which I know are in the hundreds.  Our professional photos will arrive soon, and I’ll post highlights here, so stay tuned..)

I’m married now.

After eight months of planning, stressing, daydreaming, and at times lamenting, our wedding went off without a hitch this past Saturday.

Here’s how it went down – I’m doing this largely for my own memories, as well as to share.

The Morning Of The Wedding:

I woke up on the morning of my wedding and headed to get an iced coffee and a mani/pedi.

While at Nail Bar on Diversey, I had my first sign that the day was going to go fantastically. My nails were being done by an adorable woman named Gloria, who was obviously over-the-moon happy. After a while of smiling and giggling to herself, she told me (after unnecessarily apologizing for speaking little English) that she was happy because she was from South Korea, had been in this country for seven years, and her mother had finally come over last night to join her.  She then asked me what my plans for the day were, and I told her I was getting married, which led to her and the staff clapping and laughing and me getting a little extra special treatment – an extra topcoat and detail work – before they happily sent me on my way.

From there, I headed to Eric and my neighborhood restaurant to meet my future husband and indulge in an omelette for breakfast (Which was delicious.) Again, the staff of the restaurant (Thanks to Eric’s parents frequenting the place over the past week they’ve been in town) figured out it was our special day and we got congratulated. :)

After that, I headed home to shower and pack my bags before Kristen (Eric’s sister and a bridesmaid) and I hopped a cab to the hotel where Aleisha (other bridesmaid) was staying to get our hair done.

Gettin’ Prettied:

Aleisha was kind enough to sacrifice her room for the sake of beauty, and her room was soon packed with people – Me, Bob, Kristen, her, My Mom, my Grandma, various friends and relatives who popped in and out all afternoon (it was a little like a Marx Brothers routine for a while) but it was all in good fun and good spirits.

Pamela, our stylist, was an absolute joy and professional. She managed to whip up clever hairdos for Kristen, Aleisha, Lindsey (flower girl), My Mom, My Grandma, and myself all without losing the smile on her face. Personally, I loved my hair and it was exactly what I wanted, so I remain forever in Ms. Pamela’s debt. If you need a stylist for an event, let me know. I’ll give you her number.

From there, we headed to Catalyst Ranch.

The Venue:

Catalyst Ranch (http://www.catalystranch.com) could not have been a more perfect place for our wedding. The colors were amazing, and the staff was so helpful and friendly throughout the entire process. Everyone commented on how much they loved being there and all the photos of the space look amazing.

Our centerpieces were small stacks of books we love (Everything from Wuthering Heights to Transformers books) wrapped in purple ribbon and topped with small vases of carnations and lilacs. The tables were covered in purple linens thanks to the caterers, and it all looked just gorgeous.

The ladies of the bridal party were given the entire 3rd floor of Catalyst Ranch to get dressed on, which meant we got to use “The Sausage Room.” It’s an adorable little brick-walled salon complete with vanity table, and we had a good time getting dressed in our own little world. I started to get really nervous about fifteen minutes before the ceremony, which was only slightly compounded when I wound up with chocolate on my dress. Fortunately, My Mom and a Tide pen were on hand and the dress was saved and no one knew the difference. Tada! Thanks, Tide!

The Bridal Party:

Aleisha and Kristen wore purple dresses from Nordstroms, and little Miss Lindsey wore a purple sparkly dress. All three had silver shoes. The boys wore purple and white striped shirts and black suits with purple ties and socks.

The Groom had some extra-special bling – Transformers cufflinks, courtesy of the Best Man.

The Ceremony:

Our ceremony was short and sweet, just as we wanted it. Presiding over the event was Anita Vaughan (www.AnitaWeds.com) who could not have been sweeter or given us a more perfect celebration. Eric even managed to get her to kick off our ceremony with “Wuv. Twue Wuv..,” from The Princess Bride, which absolutely set the tone for the rest of the day.

The bridal party entered to “A town with a view of the ocean” by Joe Hisaishi, before I made my entrance to an arrangement of “Go Places” by the New Pornographers played by our friends Shahin and Eliza on guitar and violin. I remember thinking “I am not going to cry.” However, as soon as I entered and made out the first face – Christopher Nolden – it began. I cried, and I’m fine with that. Waterproof mascara is a godsend. I remember Eric’s vows made me cry a lot, and I got a knowing laugh from one specific table of friends with the Doctor Who reference I made in my own vows.

The ceremony seemed to go by in four seconds, and the next thing I know we had exchanged rings, kissed, and were exiting hand-in-hand to Shahin and Eliza playing “La Vie En Rose.”

The Photos:

Immediately after the ceremony, my wonderous photographer Leah Renee (who, disclaimer, is also my wonderful cousin) wrangled the large gang of family and bridal shower members through a photo shoot in amazingly smooth record time. Leah had also done pre-wedding shoots with both the girls and the guys around the venue, as well as earlier in the day at the hotel, and I cannot wait to see the shots she got.

Check out her work at http://leahreneephotography.com.

The Entrance:

After Photos,  we got champagne and entered the reception (held in the Jitterbug room) to the Doctor Who theme. Dan and Bob did toasts that were lovely and incredibly touching. We could not have chosen better on our Best Man and Male of Honor, in all seriousness. These two were our rocks in the weeks and days leading up to the wedding, and we will owe them drinks forever and ever and ever again.

The Dances:

Eric and my first dance followed the toasts. Our first dance was to “Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots” by the Flaming Lips, which is our song.  I remember talking quietly to him during the dance saying a) “OMG We’re married.” and b) “This is a really long song.” :)

Following that, he danced with his Mom and I danced with my Dad to “Look after you” by The Fray.  Then, our bridal party dance was to Jane Monheit’s arrangement of “The Rainbow Connection.”

The Music:

We decided to forego the DJ and do our own music via ipod, and it worked out to be just great. We had guests request songs they wanted to hear, so everything from The Backstreet Boys to The Scissor Sisters wound up playing over the course of the evening.  It was nice to be able to skip forward to songs we wanted (like when Mallory had to leave early so we got to jump to the Glee cast’s rendition of “Don’t Stop Believin’” before she left..) and to know what was coming up when in order to schedule things like the bouquet toss (which I did to Debbie Gibson’s “Electric Youth.”)

The Food:

Brad and the gang from Tri-Star Catering (http://www.tri-starcatering.com/) catered our event, and from what I have heard, everyone loved the food. I figured it was going to happen this way, but as the bride I was on my feet all evening and managed only to have two of the chicken kebobs, but they were delicious. (Biggest regret of the evening? Not having a crabcake. Seriously.)  The staff members Tri-Star sent over were awesome, and I wish I’d been able to learn all their names to call them out for their professionalism and senses of humor. After all, when you can high-five your caterer mid-reception, you know it’s a successful partnership.

The Cake:

Stephanie from AngelFood Bakery (http://www.angelfoodltd.com/) gave us the exact cake we wanted.  It was chocolate with both raspberry and espresso cream fillings with white buttercream frosting and candied pansies and blackberries, and everyone dove into it.

(Cutting the cake  was harder than I thought it’d be. We also had to wait until Grandma was back in the room before we could do it, so there was a moment where everyone cheered when she walked back in the door.)

The Flowers:


Mandy from Evolution Floral (http://evolutionfloral.com/) was one of the highlights of the whole process for me. It’s nice to meet a vendor who just gets you from the moment you meet them, and that was Mandy. On the day, she delivered the most beautiful bouquets I’ve ever seen. Mine was deep purple lilacs accented with white ranunculus, and the bridesmaids had lilac bouquets. Lindsey carried a little poof of white ranunculus.

I must also praise Mandy because, honestly, I chucked my bouquet during the bridal toss, and it got bounced around between lots of hands, and it’s still in perfect condition. (Ms. Lori Hensley inadvertently caught the bouquet, which totally surprised her, but was hilarious. All the jostling and fighting, and she literally held out her hands and wound up with it. Huzzah!)

Random Memories:

A moment of calm with Betsy Morgan and Elizabeth Kennedy, sitting curled up on the yellow couch at Catalyst.

Brett Lee arriving mid-reception after his show.

Dancing with Eric to “Halo” while Bob, Herb, and Leah made a human Halo around us.

My Mom and Brent dancing to “Toxic,” by Britney Spears.

Brent Walker catching my garter – and finding it serving as a hairtie in Molly Jones’ hair a while later.

Realizing Annie Passanisi’s date was the amazing Shannon Trompeter. :)

Michael Carney making me sit down and bringing me a chicken kebob. Which was delicious.

Sharing wedding horror stories with the bartender, Anita, and Aleisha over the course of the night. (Basically, I came to the realization that if I made it through the night without losing my front teeth, ripping my dress in half, or someone losing a finger in a doorjam, my wedding was made of win.)

My Dad finally meeting Brent.

Introducing people to people they needed to know – like when Aleisha and Herb (both Northern Michigan-ers) finally met.

The CMU reunion table of Mike, Megan, Chris, and Aleisha.

Annie Passanisi, Mallory Jandrists, and Allyson Baisden doing their best Backstreet Boys impression to “I want it that way.”

Jason and Kristen doing a brother-sister Tango.

My favorite moment:

Many of our guests are huge theatre-nerds. As we asked guests to request songs, we were thrilled when “You can’t stop the beat” from Hairspray the musical wound up on our playlist. Hands down, my favorite moment of the night was when the song finally came on and the theatre-geeks rushed the dance floor for the most spontaneous celebratory dancing I have ever been a part of, and the rest of the room looked on in awe. It was completely of the moment, completely joyous, a total blast, and I will remember it forever.

The Last Dance:

At midnight, we knew the evening was ending, so we gathered everyone around for a last dance.

However, I think we tricked everyone into thinking the last dance would be a slow song.

In reality, it was “Lollipop” by Mika, which is an uptempo, clappy song, and everyone danced. (My Mom even danced with Herb and a feather boa!) It was a perfect way to end the night.

Aftermath:

Bob, Dan, Gator, Eric, and I managed to wrangle all gifts and supplies out of the venue before Eric and I headed to the hotel, armed with a tier of the cake.  We got to the suite to discover pizza was waiting for us, so pizza and cake was to be had. However, we wound up with so much cake left over that we wound up with the super-nice manager of Aurelios (the pizza place in the hotel) having to box it up for us in order to get it home.

(I also realized I’d messed up and sent the wrong bag back home with Kristen, so I wound up calling my mom to borrow the dress she wore to the rehearsal dinner to the following morning’s breakfast! Hee!)

I realized over the course of this weekend how much I love the people around me – family and friends alike. To think how far people traveled, and how generous people can be when an event like a wedding comes along will never not floor me.

I’m also going to be forever glad that Eric and I did our wedding our way. It was everything we wanted it to be, and I couldn’t have asked for more.

My advice to future brides:

1. Hire people you like: When you’re searching for vendors, especially if you live in a big city, there are lots of people to choose from as far as bakeries, florists, and caterers (etc, etc) go. Make sure the people you hire are people you like and trust. Get referrals. Our caterer, baker, and florist all came from recommendations from the venue, which came recommended by a friend. The stylist came highly praised from a past co-worker.  I had some lovely times interacting with all of the vendors we hired, and plan to write them all thank you notes for being so amazing to work with.

2. Tide Pen: Just have one around. Seriously.

3. Comfortable shoes: Thank you, Nine West. My shoes stayed on my feet until about 11:30, when I kicked them off for a dance. I put them back on almost immediately afterwards, and though my feet were sore when I got back to the hotel, they could have hurt SO much more.

4. Hydrate and Eat: I have lovely friends who made sure I did both, and I’m grateful. It’s an exhausting day of your life, and prep for it like you’d prep for a 5k. You’d never go into a 5k not having eaten anything.

5. Take a moment to yourself: This was a piece of advice I got from Aleisha, and it’s why I scheduled my morning coffee/mani-pedi. It was a nice centering time, and absolutely helped me remember to breathe as the day went on.

Next Up:

I won’t really get much of a break from weddings, as the adorable and incomparable Lindsey MacAllister and Krisoye Smith (pictured above) are getting married in June in Des Moines and I’m a bridesmaid. However, hopefully I can offer some up calming and helpful advice along the way now.

(And I’m totally bringing a Tide pen. Did I mention how great Tide Pens are?)

the honest bride: SO CLOSE!

It’s 9:38 on Wednesday evening. Tomorrow is Thursday, and my last day of work prior to the grand event known as “The Wedding.” Then comes Friday, full of rehearsals and rehearsal dinners and then, lo and behold, after all these months, it’ll be Saturday. The big day. The day of days.

Relatives are arriving/have arrived. Our two-bedroom apartment is now occupied by six people, two cats, and a Pomeranian. (The cats, of course, are less than thrilled with the last part.) After tomorrow evening, there’s a hotel in downtown Chicago that will be rapidly filling to the brim with relatives and friends.

Tomorrow night is the Bachelor/Bachelorette party.

Yet, it doesn’t all really feel like a wedding yet. Maybe it’s because I’m still working all day every day, and doing homework, and dealing with SO MUCH school-related drama, and nothing in our routine has really changed all that much (other than a severe limiting of mental bandwith) but it kind of feels like I’m approaching.. a weekend.

(I’m sure this will all change tomorrow evening when I’m done with my last day at work and bound for the bachelor/bachelorette party.)

I’m on the phone with Bob right now. I feel better. :)

the honest bride: ONE WEEK!



AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

(Warning: This post may be frazzled.)

Okay. One week from today I’ll be heading downtown to the hotel to get my hair done, and then breezing to the venue to get dressed and make-up’d and then before I know it I’ll be getting married.

The next week is going to go by in a flash.

Highlights of the next week:

Today: Take English Content-area certification exam, join Eric at the C2E2 Convention at McCormick place, have a little fun before all the pure chaos kicks in.

Sunday: Call the photographer, Pay the baker, see about arranging manicure appointments for next week.

Monday: Work, Eric’s parents arrive from Texas.

Tuesday: Work (including a “Yay, Jamie and Eric are getting married” celebratory lunch), and then I have class. Since the class is a big waste of my time, I just might not go. To be determined.

Wednesday: Work, Eric’s sister and her husband arrive, My Dad arrives.

Thursday: Work, Mom, Grandma, and Aunts and Uncles arrive. Bachelor/Bachelorette Party.

Friday: No Work, Aleisha arrives, rehearsal and rehearsal dinner

Saturday: THE DAY! Hair begins at 1pm, wedding begins at 7:30pm, followed immediately by reception.

Sunday: Mom and Grandma leave. Other family festivities. Am now married lady.

Monday: No work.

:) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, here’s a question: At some point this week I need to pack my “Bridal Bag.” I have a huge list of things to go into said bag that I’ll need on the day. (everything from spare nylons to band-aids to aspirin.) What am I probably not thinking of? Lindsey, Liz, Aleisha? Thoughts?

the honest bride: april showers!

The Wedding Approacheth. Therefore, showers had to happen.

Months ago (like the sneaksters we are) Dan, Bob, and I started laying out plans to throw Eric a “Super Secret Surprise Grooms Shower” and to cover it up by making it the night before my actual shower. Which led to us planning two showers at once.

Needless to say, we’re awesome.

Shower #1 – ERIC’S SUPER SECRET SURPRISE GROOMS SHOWER.

Saturday, April 10th, under the guise that Bob, My Mom, and I were heading to Bob’s to put together “favors” for my shower, Dan invited Eric to join him for a “low-key” evening of pizza and beer. Except that when Eric showed up at Dans, the place was decorated like a Transformers palace and a group of his friends were assembled donning Transformers masks. Also, we commissioned an Optimus Prime cake from The Bleeding Heart Bakery, which turned out fantastically. He was totally surprised.

PHOTO HIGHLIGHTS!

Surprising the heck out of Eric.

(Behind Dan are Morgan, Aaron, Scott, Hayley, Laurie, Conley, Shahin, Eliza, and Michael all clad in Transformers masks. Hee!)

(The Optimus cake – Isn’t it awesome?)

SHOWER #2: JAMIE’S BIRTHDAY BRIDAL SHOWER

Following the excitement of Eric’s shower, the next morning – Sunday, April 11th (my birthday) – a group of classy ladies and lovely gents gathered at Bob’s for a Sunday afternoon soiree, complete with flowery sundresses, party punch, presents, and an amazing game of Project Runwaay: Make wedding dresses of toilet paper. It was a fantastic time, and I loved it.

Queen of the castle!

The Bride, with the best darned Male-of-Honor ever.

Among my fantastic gifts were this apron/rubber glove set, courtesy of the Domestic Goddess herself – Betsy Morgan!

The models and the infamous toilet paper dresses.

(Congrats to Morgan and Annie, the winners. Their dress was actually functional.)

Thanks to Annie, Morgan, Betsy, Leslie, Brent, Chris, Morgan, Hayley, and My Mom for attending, as well as  – of course – Bob and darling Gerald for putting it all together.

Bit by bit.

And thats a Sondheim reference.

So there.

the honest bride: on feeling beautiful

THIS is the saddest article I’ve ever read.

For a variety of reasons, but largely because nothing about it is surprising to me.

Being a bride and seeing your wedding day fast approaching puts a huge amount of pressure on a girl to become perfect.

Bride magazines never stop reminding you that thin = happy and perfect and loved and successful, and ever-so-rarely are brides of larger than a 6 represented in bridal magazine advertising.

At present, I’m dealing with this a little myself.

Originally upon engagement, I truly set a plan in motion to be at my lowest weight ever on the big day. Now, the big day is twelve days away and I haven’t fulfilled my goal. Sometimes, I’m fine with this, and other times (mostly when I see an awful photo of myself) I’m not. This weekend, I was suddenly bombarded with lots of pictures of me in which I – quite honestly – feel I look awful and really large, so at present my confidence is shot.  Between work and class and boatloads of homework and other personal issues that have arisen recently, there just hasn’t been time to work out. I’m disappointed in me. That’s the deal, really.

(And I’m sort of a fail at work at present, but thats another story.)

But, on the bright side, I have eleven days… so..I guess I eat spinach and drink water and hope for the best, right?

the honest bride: let’s talk about boobs.

Tell me that title didn’t grab your attention. 

I adore my wedding dress – seriously. I cannot wait to wear it.

However, the first time I tried it on I noticed a feature of it that hadn’t been easily apparent in the pictures I’d seen online.

The fabric on the back  is sheer to the waist.

If you add this to the fact that the front of  the dress is very low-cut (though absolutely not at all indecent) it becomes a challenge to find a bra that will offer support while not being obvious.

The whole “chicken cutlet” thing makes me roll my eyes, so I’ve been looking around for weeks in the hopes of stumbling across something that would provide coverage and support without being uncomfortable or – perhaps worse – showing.

This weekend, at Macys, I bought something I believe will work.

The “Seamless Backless Strapless Bra” from Style Solutions by Fashion Forward. 

Apparently, the inside of the bra is covered in adhesive, which I will – shortly before the wedding – peel off and then (no joke) stick to myself. It’s low cut in front, which is perfect, and is completely backless, which is also perfect.

It all seems perfect, right?

It can be worn for up to six hours, after which my Dad and fiancee (who went with me to Macys to pick it up last weekend) joked that it probably starts smoking and self-destructs.

Or, you know, falls out the bottom of my dress in front of everyone.

Apples, oranges..

Here’s hoping it works, as according to the directions I can’t really do a trial run.

The things I do for bridal fabulosity.