Showered With Love

My bridal shower on Saturday was a day of cupcakes, presents, games, laughter, and love. It had all the pieces of a wonderful memory! Held at a local restaurant, my girls created a creative and personalized space perfect for the occasion. My bridesmaid, Megan, made confetti and heart streamers from pages of my favorite novel, “The Great Gatsby.” My big sister and matron of honor, Laura, having organized the event, brought the most delicious cupcakes I’ve ever eaten! There were amazing hors’ dourves and flavored water and lemonade. We all raved about the food for days!

My maid of honor, Kelly, had contacted Rick and had him write the story of how we met. Guests tried to fill in blanks, which resulted in some hilarious responses! The biggest uproar resulted from the line, “When in Baltimore, Christy first introduced me to______.” The correct answer is “sushi,” but my mother in law screamed out “Sex!” Horrified, and sitting next to my mother, my face turned scarlet red. My friend, Colleen, immediately defended my honor with, “Christy’s not that kind of girl!” Haha, thanks Colleen! Later, Rick and I laughed that our parents meeting is a bit like the movie “Meet the Fockers,” as their conservative and liberal lifestyles combine. In our opinion, it is the perfect balance!

The generosity bestowed on me that day from my family and friends was overwhelming. Rick and I are truly blessed to have such caring, sincere people in our lives. We stocked our kitchen with all kinds of new things, including a coffee maker, crock pot, kitchenaid and more. My best friends put thought into their gifts with framed art of where Rick and I are getting married connected to where we’re honeymooning. They had a bridal bath robe embroidered with my new name “Mrs. Dietz,” and supplied us with our first set of Christmas ornaments. Laura also personalized her gifts with a Dietz family doormat and my something blue, a handkerchief with our names and wedding date embroidered on it. All in all, I could not have asked for more! Enjoy the pictures taken from the well known photographer in the family, the youngest Z, my Bekah.

Love, Christy

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The Color of Fabric Napkins: Life and Death Decision-Making

“Would you like white table linens or ivory?”  I stared at the caterer vacantly as I slowly processed her words.  I could have never dreamed up the miniscule details that one never thinks of when planning a wedding.  I tried to imagine what the lighted tent would look like with white then ivory table linens, and something told me that it would make very little difference to anyone.  That vacant expression has become the permanent structure of my face at every venue, photographer, caterer, DJ, etc. appointment I’ve been on.   I really wouldn’t be surprised if these people thought something was mentally wrong with me.

The truth of it is, I do want all of these details to be perfect; I just want someone to decide them for me.  Blame it on my or my fiancé’s even more laid back attitude, but it’s difficult for us to get psyched about flower arrangements or which color fabric napkin we should pick.  The list for planning what is, for many, the most awaited day of his or her life is endless.  I swore I would not get lost in this world of ribbons, calligraphy, colors and, did I mention, stress; yet here I am, wrapped up in it with no way out and countless more details to plan.  Daily, I think to myself, oh, so this is why people elope.  I have no doubt that the party with our family and our friends will be monumental.  I have no doubt that my wedding day will be the best day of my life.  My doubt lies in that the color of the fabric napkins I pick will determine that happiness.

At the end of the day you will be married.  I find such faith and assurance in that line, and it is the one thing that keeps me smiling every day.  I am marrying the most amazing man for me.  It took 27 years for our paths to cross, but ever since they have, I have not doubted that our meeting each other was grand design.  We knew within days that we would never date another soul again.  I know these lines sound like clichés.  People say stuff like this all the time.  All I can tell you is that sometimes, it’s true.  Sometimes love is real.  When I stand at the alter next summer surrounded by all the people I love and all the details I’ve spent a year planning, my focus will only be on one pair of brown eyes.  And that, my friends, is what makes all of this other crap worth it.

Christy

P.S.  The pic below is compliments of my beautiful and talented little sister, Bekah.

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The Search for a Dress Continues

Saturday was a day highly anticipated; with a little over nine months until my wedding day, the search for the perfect bridesmaid’s dress is on.  My three best friends Kelly, Megan and Steph came over around one, and Rick drove us to the bridal boutique  for our 2:30 appointment.

Upon arrival, we faced the first obstacle- color scheme.  Here’s the back story.  I fell in love with Alfred Angelo’s color “lipstick” as well as a dress on their line… only to find that the color as well as the dress were being discontinued in a week.  With Rick’s sister living in California, I knew there was no way I would be able to pull that together in time.  So, I requested a swatch of the lipstick color and have been on a search for the color, both online and at bridal shops, ever since.

The bridal boutique had similar but not an exact color match, which brings us to obstacle two- material.  The closest color was in the material called “iridescent taffeta” or something of that nature.  Hideous.  No girl should have to wear that material.

Finally, after trying on ten or so dresses, we were able to find two long dresses in a close enough color that all of the girls loved.  At this time, Laura and Kate arrived to aid in the dress shopping.  They too loved the dresses.  This brings us to the third obstacle- price.  As the tag read “$240,” my heart sank.  I knew regardless of the measly 10% discount the girls would get, Kate and Bekah would struggle to pay for the dress, with Kate buying a new house and Bekah scraping through college.

So, what is a girl to do?  For now, I guess I will continue the search… although I should be considering opening my own dress shop with affordable dresses in desired colors/fabrics.  I mean honestly, does it really need to be this hard?

After the girls were measured we made our way over to the Iron Hill Brewery and Restaurant to relax and enjoy dinner and drinks.  Sipping on Oktoberfest with some of my maids was the highlight of the day.  Regardless of how the dress debacle pans out, I could not be more grateful to have such wonderful girls in my life.  Enjoy these shots of us before, during and after.

Christy