Sibling Love!

Originally, we hadn't planned on having a ring bearer or a flower girl, neither of us had any nieces or nephews, nor did we know any children... or do we? It completely slipped my mind that my best friend from elementary school had two adorable, well behaved, awesome kids! So one phone call later, we decided that her son would pull his sister up the aisle in a radio flyer!




We dropped off the radio flyer at my floral designer's studio a week before the wedding, and again, said "go for it!" with very little direction. She did a beautiful job with the garlands and the whole bottom was full of a wonderful natural green moss.


Actually, the above was from the trial run where he pulled with all his might, calling on the strength of the Hulk, and... failed. So after some thoughts, we decided it was probably best that my friend pull her daughter up the aisle after him.


Regardless, it was still absolutely adorable! I'm really happy they got to be a part of the wedding, I would have really missed out not to be able to have two of the cutest kids ever as my ring bearer and flower girl!

And it just so happened that it was also my friend's birthday. After helping so much and allowing me to have her children take part in the wedding, I didn't want to just ignore that it was her day too! I arranged for them to bring her dessert out with a candle and for everyone to sing happy birthday to her.

She thought I had forgotten, psh!

I was a fool...

for logging onto the chat with all the other bees, now I feel horribly guilty that I'm not blogging regularly! That and everyone now knows that I'm not dead/sick/lost all my fingers to a horrible case of gangrene... that I'm fully capable of writing and just haven't. I just want you to know it's not you, it's me.

So where are my professional photos!? Um, well, behind me on our credenza, waiting, in a box and a book and not currently accessible on my computer. This is entirely due to our laziness on not picking up the cd with our photos. But I owe it to you, so here are some photos our friends and family look of me looking like an idiot... err, I mean, looking elegant in my korean hanbok.

If you're wondering why my outfit is not the same as before, my mother decided on the night before to change my hanbok, so that midnight trial run actually meant nothing. The Korean ceremony took place immediately after the first, I didn't have any time to say hello as my aunt and mother grabbed my arms violently and dragged me inside to change.


Look at that worried look on my face and Mr. GB's skewed mouth, he'd never learned to bow at this point, and we taught him about 10 seconds before.


Here is us, pre-bow. For those of you not familiar with the way we bow to our elders, women generally will stand, put the back of their hands against their forehead, and holding that position, slowly kneel and bow until the hands touch the ground in front of them. Men will just kneel slowly, place their hand on the mat in front of them, and then lower their body/head toward the mat.


Mr. GB bowed like a woman. Only the first time, because after the uproarious laughter from the Korean guests, he realized that they were not laughing WITH him.


Here is where I forced Mr. GB to giddy-up... I'm obviously enjoying my pony ride and would like him to carry me around more often, but I think this was a one-time deal at the request of my family. This is supposed to signify him carrying me through life from now on, but really, I think it's just to humiliate him. Not that I have a problem with that, but if that was the point, I could have thought of way better things to do to him under the guise of "korean tradition."



And because I feel that the only photos that truly representative of me are the ones where I'm making a horrible face or doing something ridiculous, I leave you with this photo... that no other sane person would ever put on the internet.

Post wedding silence.

I have no excuses! I've been gone because I didn't have any pro photos to show you! But it has been a full month since the day of and we are... still working on those thank you cards, I swear.

Besides the daily "did we get photos yet?" question I ask Mr. GB, I have been focusing on decorating the house, as I did before the wedding (and promised myself I wouldn't do during the planning, but did anyway). And what better time wasting activity is there than painting a room! I've been meaning to paint a few of the rooms, but it's really daunting to get up on a ladder and get the ceiling, or to cover the floors... and as much as I love picture rails, masking them off on both side is pain in the ass. Alas, to get me to shut up about not having any wedding crafts to do, constantly whining about not having photos, and not having things to talk about on wedding bee.... Mr. GB agreed to break his back and paint the bedroom with me. He's so good that he let me pick the color without a peep about how bright it is.

before:


after:



I can't seem to ease myself back down from the hummingbird state of running to my calendar to see what appointments I have this week, or making up really dumb reasons to pull out my gocco or paper cutter... What did you do to ease yourself back from DIY/Planning/Overbooked schedule into a normal life? Is there wedding rehab? Am I allowed to go to my photographers house and start bawling uncontrollably, or that considered rude?

ps. I'm getting so stir-crazy I feel like lending out my services to my friends who are planning weddings, although I realize I had craft slaves to help me, and I don't think they'd appreciate being passed along like meat.

Cleaning Up.

So, the day came and went, but somehow, a lot of our stuff... didn't. Spread between my parents' home, his parents' home, and our place is a ridiculous amount of items. Some of the items I can see myself keeping, we set aside the board games, about 6 seat cushions, and all the ann wood birds that were not given to our helpers. My sister suggests putting everything together and ebaying it as a pre-made wedding, ha!




But what do I do with 800 cello bags and 400 glassine bags? I can't feel good throwing them out - but are they worth putting on ebay? Does anyone have any really cute ideas for Christmas that involves 94819032190 mushroom birds and a lot of cello wrap? Something beyond using them to make the world's crappiest xmas gift (mushroom birds surrounded by cello and stuffed into a glassine bag!) or the trash?

I'm off to put the ann wood birds all around the house. any cute location recommendations that doesn't involve them falling/getting soiled/turning into spider-lairs? I need something to distract me for the long few weeks of waiting for more photos ahead!