Monthly Archives: December 2010

Love in Lowell: Ready the Dresses

By the time we got back to Miss Sox’s abode, it was time for some lunch.  Mr. Library had been wonderful and put the food out for us to help with timing.  He was also given my camera at this point because, for the rest of the day, I had a lovely job to do.  We all made sandwiches or grabbed yogurts and chilled out for a little bit.  Well, Miss Sox didn’t chill out because she still had her letter to finish, but the rest of us took a minute to take it all in.

During this time, the videographer (a family friend) showed up and began taking some of the “getting ready” clips.  I am almost positive that he got an amazing one of me staring at my boobs and trying to fix them in my shirt.  Maybe that will make the bloopers reel…  The photographer showed up shortly thereafter, and Miss Sox was whisked away to get her makeup professionally done.  The rest of us decided it was a good idea to start the makeup process and rushed upstairs to commandeer the available mirrors.

Remember how I said I wanted to be a super helpful bridesmaid?  Well, I think I definitely pulled my own weight when it came to the makeup situation.  I had done my own makeup for my wedding after going through some training with a MAC cosmetics consultant in the mall, so I figured I could definitely do my own for this wedding.  Somehow word got around and other bridesmaids wanted me to do their makeup too!  Obviously I was flattered that they trusted me so much, but I was nervous.  It’s one thing when you make yourself look ridiculous, but it’s a completely different story when you make not one but two other people look a mess.  Thankfully, Kater and Dory came out liking their looks and looking (in my opinion) gorgeous.  I wouldn’t have let them walk out the door otherwise.

After makeup came dresses.  It took some waiting to get mine, and I lost my temper a little with Mr. Library for not moving our suitcases out of the room earlier in the day.  The room we had slept in had been converted into an ironing room for Miss Sox’s gown, and there was no way to get any of our belongings.  After my stress peaked and then dropped, I took a deep breath and apologized to my husband.  There was no real reason to get upset, and the situation was totally out of our hands at this point.  Lesson learned:  Mr. Library is not a mind reader.

Finally, I snagged my bridesmaids dress, slipped it on, and intercepted Miss Sox’s phone just in time to answer a call from the florist.  She was going to be late due to traffic, but she would be there soon.  Kater and I ran out the door the minute she arrived to help bring in the flowers.

At this point, Miss Sox was already upstairs with Sistah Sox and Mommy Sox getting into her wedding dress.  I was lucky enough to weasel my way into the room somehow (I think I was asked to bring some sort of chair in?) and got to see some of her bridal portraits being taken.  She looked stunning and incredibly happy.  I began to cry almost immediately.

Marisa S Cohen Photography

After her photos were taken, it was time to get some last-minute group shots before climbing into the limo to go to the first look location.  We got the always popular shoe shots…

grabbed our bouquets as Miss Sox took a few more pictures with family…

and just as Miss Sox was almost finished, I felt a tap on my shoulder.  Dory had somehow gotten a rip in her dress.  Was there any way I could fix it?  Thankfully, I had put a sewing kit in the “day of” bag I had prepared and there was thread that matched our dresses exactly.  Al caught it on camera, but no one else knew about our little sewing adventure…

With everyone’s dresses holes-free and the bride excited and ready to go, we headed out the door to our waiting chariot.  It would turn out to be a blessing that we packed some much hairspray…

The Love in Lowell Series:

The Bachelorette Party

Mr. Library and I Arrive

The Wedding Elves Rescue Dessert

The Rehearsal

The Rehearsal Dinner

The Night Before

Getting Our Hairs Did

 

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Love in Lowell: She’s Getting Married Today

When you wake up on your own wedding day, it’s a little surreal.  It seems like an ordinary day.  The weather is, well, the weather (whatever that may be), the clock runs at just the same speed.  But there is something different about it.  There’s an electricity in the air.  There is the sense of waiting and excitement.  There’s love and nervousness and a sense of waiting.

When you wake up in the morning on someone else’s wedding day, the feelings of nervousness, excitement, love, joy, waiting, and electricity are still there, but they are different.  I found myself trying to make every one of those feelings something positive, and if I found something that needed to be fixed, the bride was not to know about it.  This was Miss Sox’s wedding day, and gosh darn it, I was going to do my best to make it run as smoothly and perfectly as it could be.

What made me take this on?  Well, firstly my love for Miss Sox and Mr. Sox.  Secondly, she had done the same for me at my wedding.  And thirdly, if I didn’t feel that way, why on earth was I a bridesmaid?

The shower was the first thing on everyone’s mind.  Having hair that simply will not curl if it has been washed on the day of, I decided to skip my hair and take a super quick body shower.  Mr. Library decided to wait until all of the girls were out of the house getting their hair done.  What can I say?  I married a smarty.  Sistah Sox and Mommy Sox had run out to get bagels and coffee for everyone, which was greatly appreciated and scarfed down before we jumped into two cars to head to the hair salon.  Miss Sox had been gracious enough to schedule us all hair appointments, and since the price was reasonable, I decided to treat myself to a lovely updo for the occasion.

Here is one of my ridiculous admissions for the day:  I really really really wanted to be in the bride’s car on the way to the hair salon.  Sure, I would have gotten there and been with Miss Sox eventually, but I wanted to be there for everything. I didn’t want to miss parts because I was in another car.  I suppose it goes back to my “absent bridesmaid” guilt for living so far away.  I didn’t want to miss anything else.  I ended up firmly stating that I was riding in Miss Sox’s car, and everything worked out fine.  But I knew I just needed to be in that car.

Once we arrived at the hair salon, we were greeted by the head stylist.  Miss Sox was placed in the chair first, all of the girls oohing and aahing over her and asking questions about the wedding.  We set down all of our stuff in the upstairs area and then settled in.  I, of course, took photos of the whole event.  Pro photographer?  Pffff.  Didn’t need it!

Eventually the other car full of bridesmaids showed up and joined in on the celebration.Miss Sox had decided to do an updo with side braids leading into the back.  It took an awful lot of curling and hairspray, but it was a work of art when it was finished.Miss Sox then moved into a side seat and let the rest of us get underway.  I had no idea what I wanted, but with only two stylists for the seven of us, I had plenty of time to think about it… though I still through up my hands and told the stylist to do whatever she wanted.  I did, however, warn her that my hair was super heavy and didn’t curl well.  She failed to listen.  Later in the evening, my hair failed to stay in place.  See the common word here?Dory and Sistah Sox hopped into the chairs and got some amazingly comical hairstyles while the whole look came together.  We told Sistah Sox she should just leave it, but I think she had other plans.With the sun and humidity on full blast outside, the salon had their A/C cranked up to work against it.  Some of us got a little chilly, so the head stylist offered Bridesmaid Trouble a wrap.  Plus it had pockets that acted like mittens!

Eventually, with her hair finally set, it was time to put Miss Sox’s veil on.  I was instructed to get a shot of it, and boy, do I love this photo.

Veil in place, Miss Sox went back to her side seat to let the rest of us finish.  Her phone decided it was time to alert her to fact that her wedding cake hadn’t been picked up.  It should have been picked up around an hour and a half before then, and when no one came to claim it, the baker got worried.  It turns out that the cousin who was supposed to pick up the cake was actually standing in the shop waiting to be helped when the phone call was made.  Miss Sox remained calm through it all, and the cake ended up where it needed to be.See that paper on her lap?  Yep, that is the letter she wrote for Mr. Sox.  They had decided to do a first look, and while it seems like it is frowned upon to write your own vows in a Catholic ceremony (if I’m wrong, someone can surely correct me), they decided to use the first look as an opportunity to write a letter instead.  I loved the idea and wish I had come up with it myself!

With only one bridesmaid left in the chair, our car decided to head back to Miss Sox’s house to grab lunch, finish her letter, and start the getting ready process.  It was almost time to change from fancy hairdos to fancy ladies!

The Love in Lowell Series:

The Bachelorette Party

Mr. Library and I Arrive

The Wedding Elves Rescue Dessert

The Rehearsal

The Rehearsal Dinner

The Night Before

Love in Lowell: Sleepover Time!

Sadly, I have no pictures documenting this.  I think it was because we were all so tired and ready to just chill out before the final push.  While weddings are incredibly fun, the night before can be a stressful event where you really begin to see (A) how much crazy is capable of coming out of your friends and relatives and (B) how well your planning has come together.  Miss Sox had a few more tasks to get done for the next day, but all in all, her planning seemed to have been a success.  She deserved a night with her ladies just soaking it all in.

I think Mr. Library felt the same, and while he was certainly encouraged to be a part of the party, he chose to huddle into a corner chair and let us girls giggle and paint our toenails.  As a person who has had her share of being left out, I wanted him to feel like he was welcomed, and I guess he did, but he just didn’t want to intrude on something that seemed to be a very female custom.  Sometimes I really don’t give him enough credit for how deeply he considers situations.

We popped in some of the billions of wedding movies Miss Sox and I had acquired, and we decided to try starting with the FRIENDS episode where Monica and Chandler get married.  The DVD player didn’t think this was a good idea, freezing every few scenes.  Giving up, we turned on something else and promptly forgot about watching it.

Sistah Sox and Mommy Sox brought out their gifts to Miss Sox before we all went to bed.  They had put their heads together (and virtually consulted with me a little) and come up with a “Wedding Day Survival Kit” and a “Honeymoon Survival Kit.”  Both were done in the utmost taste (no X rated unmentionables in that honeymoon container!), and Miss Sox seemed to really enjoy them.  It was great to see her mom really come around and be excited for her.  It wasn’t always the easiest road during wedding planning, and now it finally felt like her pieces were coming together.

Speaking of coming together, most of our eyelids were doing just that; it was time to hit the hay before Miss Sox’s big day!  Mr. Library and I got bumped out of the air conditioned room due to a surplus of bridesmaids and moved into Brother Sox’s bedroom.  My favorite comment from Miss Sox was to her mother when she appeared concerned about our sleeping arrangement:  “Don’t worry Mom.  They’re married.  They can sleep in the same bed.”

With that, it was the end of the rehearsal day and Miss Sox’s last day as a Miss.  Onto the marriage!

The Love in Lowell Series:

The Bachelorette Party

Mr. Library and I Arrive

The Wedding Elves Rescue Dessert

The Rehearsal

The Rehearsal Dinner