A pain in the glass.

Well, I promise this is almost the end, but the end just can’t come until I finally chronicle the dress. However, I am waiting for a few photos to be emailed from Athens. So, in the meantime, I’ll give you a little taste of married life.

1) Did I ever mention that David won 1800 granola bars this summer? Well he did and they SENT ALL OF THEM to 360 E. Magnolia. Yes, 360 is our address, but as mentioned before it is also our square footage. So, if you’re hungry, please come visit. You may also see us standing on the course selling them for “People living under the poverty line” i.e. us.

2) This is the part I really want to write about. In the week that we’ve lived here so far, I could probably write a ba-jillion happily ever after stories that would make you sick. So, instead I’ll write you a very real life story.

PICTURE THIS: Sunday – I have just taken a shower, and I am in my velcro towel wrap drying dishes. David is in the bathroom. A key factor is my parents JUST brought down alllll our wedding gifts, dishes, glasses, linens, etc the day before. We have just spent the day fitting everything in the house… and that felt sort of like playing that little traffic game… moving things just an inch to move something else. Humming to myself, drying, drying, pick up juice glass to continue drying and – – slow motion – – the glass – – slides – – right-through-my-hands-SMASSHHHHHH. EVERYWHERE. Think only two rooms. There is glass in our bedroom, all over the carpet, all over the kitchen which is also all over the front entrance. I think glass even made it to our bathroom. SHEER PANIC. David calms me. Goes back to take a shower. I am sad, but trying not to be a materialistic freak. Drank out of the glass once. Man. Just sweep. And Vacuum. And spend a good 15 minutes cleaning it up. David had neatly put the glass shards in a dust pan on top of the trash can. Which I immediately knock over the moment I have everything cleaned up. Again, glass everywhere. David comes running at the sound of crash #2 and as soon as he walks in… the broom catches the edge of my towel. I. AM. Naked, holding a broom, in a sea of shattered glass, sobbing. Utter mortification.

Needless to say, we did finally get it all cleaned up. After Sunday morning, I have a new appreciation for feeling “broken and stripped of everything.” If I’m ever a YL leader again, there is definitely a talk in that moment. And looking back on it now, it’s pretty funny – but also, I think these are some of the moments I will remember forever. And the best part? David loves me anyways.

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Packing. Painting. Rearranging.

4 days out and what does life look like at the Barron house?

Packing, painting, rearranging, weather channel watching and visiting with folks.       But for real what does it look like?

THIS.

When I was planning the reception, I fell in love with this little sign on the left. The right happened with a little extra time this week. Everything else is planned, so why not stain some wood?

And THIS.

BOW-QUETS for the rehearsal! Paper plates + TV + bows = ribbons galore.

And finally THIS.

Table setting. Mom and I looked back at pictures of her gift displays and tried to recreate the same look her mother had used – Emily Post’s white table cloths and delicate white flowers. So, what does the Barron house look like this week? Creativity and family memories all intertwined.

A smidgen of beauty.

Just a little creativity here or there never hurt anyone.

A little something to hang on to.

A little team work.

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And keep your head on straight.

I do love these delicate little details. Who doesn’t want beauty in their closet or kitchen or hair? Goodnight, sleep tight and don’t let the bed bugs bite.

*On a side note, the vintage hair piece is made from scraps of my wedding dress. The satin and organza flower are handmade by Chris Hudson. What a genius.

TO-DO LIST (for after graduation):

1) Learn calligraphy – yes, my mother and I will be hand addressing all of the wedding invitation along with using the old school method of index cards and boxes. I’m pretty excited about all the invitation doings. I know it will be tedious, but it will be a great time with Mom and a great way to learn some good life skills.

2) Making THESE with Annie.  We’re still trying to figure out how to fit a kitchen table in our tiny house, but if that doesn’t work out for some reason, we could use these really cute trays.

3) Finishing some books that I can’t right now: Okay, so maybe this has nothing to do with wedding planning, but reading always applies to life.  Right now, I really want to finish this book and then read this book:

AND I’m planning to read these two as well, so here is a little sexy wedding reading:

I love book suggestions, all types.  Sex books, regular books, so comment away!

4) Also on the wedding repertoire is getting fit!  Today I tried the P90X beach bod Insanity workout and felt like I was in high school doing line touches and push-ups. I’m thinking a much better way to get in shape this summer is riding my new (used) road bike that David just fixed up for me. Here is is, just dying to be ridden. So, everyone going to Twilight this weekend (the bike race, not the teen craze) take notes for me!!! And yes, the last time I rode a road bike I had a massive crash in the middle of Toomers Corner – so what? I’m pretty sure my theme song should be “I get knocked down, but I get up again…” Maybe if I get really good, we can buy a tandem.

5) And finally, I am planning on doing some berry picking at Washington Farms. This is one of my very favorite things to do in the summer.  There is simply nothing like eating a ripe berry right from the bush.  They are so juicy and luscious. Not to mention, I always feel like I deserve the berries so much more after gathering them myself. I don’t care – blue berries, black berries, or strawberries – you should go a pickin’. Wedding diet maybe?

THE UGLY TRUTH:

I have come to the part of wedding planning that I hate.  I honestly thought wedding planning might be a little annoying and time consuming, but truthfully it’s really fun.  I would probably share every fun detail on the blog, except then nobody would wanna come to the actual wedding.  But then again, maybe I should because I LOATHE MAKING…

It is this awful creature that can ruin all the fun in planning.  You can say I’m being a little dramatic, but you would never guess how many people are interested in going to weddings.  HOW DO YOU PICK? I’ve really been trying to focus on the people who care about witnessing David’s and my vows more than who just wants to party b/c, I mean, who doesn’t wanna party? Right?  But it’s just not that simple. SO, for your enjoyment, here is a top ten list of things I RATHER do than cut people from the wedding list:

10. Never floss again (ok, this one’s a cop-out — I hate flossing)

9. Listen to Aaron Carter on repeat

(the party of the month? no the party of the YEAR)

8. Watch Disney’s The Thirteenth Year everyday.

(you thought puberty was bad? try being a merman)

7. Put up with (the most recent bachelor) Jason’s cheesy lines

6. Go by the name “Anita Bath” for a month

5. Eat cockroaches

4. Lose the rest of my remotes for life… tv, dvd player, etc

3. Have Diarrhea. A lot.

2. Get pepper-sprayed

1. Break my Femur

Okay, okay, I know this is all pretty silly, but I’m just saying, not everything about wedding planning is a walk in the park.

Caribbean Commentary

1) Don’t be this couple, honeymoon or not…

2) More honeymoon advice?

3) Groomsmen are priceless,

Even if they do throw you in the pool fully clothed.

4) And don’t be shocked when people think you’re too young to get married. If they think you need the 17 and under cruise itinerary, it probably explains why they think you’re too young to get married.

simple discoveries.

1) Did you know some lace is a chemistry experiment – chemical lace. When Christy was showing me her antique lace collection, she explained to me that this lace is actually created by painting chemicals on the fabric which eat away certain places in the fabric.  When you wash it away, it leaves these beautiful patterns behind.  Who knew?  So beautiful.

2) I also recently discovered am a living Polly Pocket.  Why do you ask?  I got my ring resized this weekend and my finger was a 3 3/4 – a four was even too big – and I feel like that’s an accomplishment.  I guess I have baby hands… (tried to embed video, but having issues)

3) Also, Athens people – did you know about the bookstore, Dog-Eared Books in Madison, Ga?  My mom and I were wandering around after a dress fitting and found this old antebellum home that is a bookstore: coffee in the front, books all around and records in the back. Awesome.  Y’all should check it out.  They just moved into that old house and did it by lining up everyone in the town and passing the books hand-to-hand all the way across town.

4) And on another random note, I just learned where the wedding cake tradition came from. Apparently, people used to break bread over the bride’s head as a symbol of fertility.  I guess the bread got fancier and fancier til no one could hold it over her head anymore, and we all forgot that it was about making babies. Now, we just get to “have our cake, and eat it too!”

5)  AND finally… I almost spilled coffee on my mac yesteryday, and for the first time ever I thought, “Oh no, DAVID will KILL ME,” instead of “Oh no, CHARLIE will KILL ME.”  Hope you enjoy that, Dad.

Well, there are the latest thoughts… hope I’m not boring you to death because the blog is helping me procrastinate. Thanks for reading.