Archive for the ‘Wedding’ Category

Everyone has a blog.

Blog, blog, blog.

Not everyone who has a blog posts with any regularity.

I, apparently, am one of those. I’m not a born writer, and unless I have something awesome going on, I don’t normally feel like going through the effort of writing a blog post.

That being said, I DO have something awesome going on now. I’ll be shifting from full-time to part-time at my day job in a few weeks (or moths, it’s not exactly clear at the moment), and that is a very good thing. I’ve been exhausted and stressed out, and far too much of my workaday life has consisted of things that I don’t actually want to do, ever. Like talking to people, and going to parties where I’m expected to “network”. Ugh. Give me a darkened room and some design software any day.

In light of my upcoming increase in free time, I’m going to try to do more of what I truly love, which is designing personalized stationery. I’m revamping my Etsy shop and posting some invitations that I’ve come up with on my own, but what I really want to do is work with individuals to design stationery–be it wedding invitations, note cards, business correspondence, whatever–that’s unique to each person (or couple). My shop is very small at the moment, but I’ll be adding more to it!

I’ve been designing things since I was a little girl and my mom bought me a copy of Print Shop Deluxe Ensemble on CD ROM. Actually it might have been on actual floppy disks. It was that long ago. Just after I graduated from college, my friends Meg and Bob asked me to design the stationery for their wedding, and it was love. I don’t have the original files for those invitations anymore, or I’d post them here.

I DO, however, have these files (all names and specifics are fictional, of course).




Anyway, spread the word, I’ll be on the lookout for exciting new projects in the next couple of weeks!


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And we’re back! If you haven’t already, you should go read about the adventures leading up to our wedding.

And while I’m at it, you should read this post that Thomas wrote years ago, before he even knew I existed. Then you should compare and contrast his dream wedding with our actual wedding. Like you’re in eighth grade. I always hated those questions on tests. “Compare and contrast The Three Little Pigs and Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment. Compare and contrast A Tale of Two Cities and Season One of Buffy The Vampire Slayer.” So pointless. But I’d totally read that essay. The one about vampires, not pigs.

Sorry. I’m on a lot of cold medicine.

So. When last we met, we were just about to head into Union Station to get married. First, I must rhapsodize about Union Station in downtown Utica, NY.

Utica is not an awesome place to live.

I live here because my family is here and Thomas and I both have great jobs that we love can tolerate without crying too much. It’s cold in the winter and hot in the summer and despite being home to several colleges and universities, the art scene here is a bit lacking. But we do have some decent architecture (and rather fantastic Italian food). Union Station was built in 1914 and it’s gorgeous. The whole interior is white marble and sparkly lights. It’s totally out of place among the burned-out former factories that surround it. Virtually every couple that gets married in or around Utica has photos taken there (there were three weddings there when we had our first meeting with our photographers), but I’d never heard of an actual wedding inside the train station. We decided to hold it there because neither of us really wanted it to be in a church, it was free, it’s roaring-twenties awesome, and our reception hall was actually inside the train station to begin with. So yay.

Before the wedding started we were all hanging out in this random lobby sort of area on the 2nd floor of the station. I was spying on our guests as they filtered in.



That was a huge waste of time. It was way too early in the evening for people to be picking fights. We should have started handing out alcohol much earlier than we did.

We were done with the formal photo shoot and upstairs before most of the guests started arriving, so we had some time to kill.

Kate on Kate

Me, Beth and a little Kate-on-Kate action. Also, boobs.


Molly and her Sailor Boy

After a lot of mother-corralling, bouquet-finding, vow-reviewing and line-assembling, it was time to march down the really long aisle. I was freaking out about my Merry Maids walking too slowly and the short processional piece running out before my dad and I made it to the end. This is me encouraging them to step smartly.


My dad was going, "I'm so proud of her..." to random passers-by.

Speaking of random passers-by, we didn’t reserve the train station in any way, shape or form, so trains were still coming in and going out the whole time we were weddinging. People were still milling about with luggage and harried expressions on their faces. It was fine with us, really. Part of the charm of the place is that it’s not just a showpiece, it actually is a working train station. We even had to wait until after the DMV closed to set up the chairs and stuff for the ceremony.

I think, in this picture, my dad is trying to hold my fingers down so that I’d stop flipping off my wedding party. I reminded him that I had a whole other hand. Jeez Dad, basic anatomy.

Can't keep me down

Dad should know better than to try to control my behavior by now.

And then we were off!



If you did what I told you and read Thomas’ account of his dream wedding, you’ll expect there to be some sort of power ballad involved. There was not, but our incredible, adolescent cellists (they were all literally fourteen years old) learned Enter Sandman by Metallica for the Groom and Groomspeople’s processional.

I’m so jealous, when I was fourteen the most ambitious thing I was doing was experimenting with sparkly blue eyeshadow.

But I rocked the sparkly blue eyeshadow.


Very dramatic right now.

After all that prodding, my Merry Maids veritably sprinted down the aisle, so my dad and I got there a little bit too early.

You spin me right round

So we started dancing around to the rest of Cello Suite 1.

Weepy already

Weepy already.

heavy ring

Thomas' ring is ridiculously heavy.I'm glad I didn't drop it, it might have dented the floor.

Thomas and I both have Irish blood in our veins, so we chose to have a Highland handfasting ceremony. We didn’t observe many traditions (I had nothing blue or old, we didn’t read 1st Corinthians, we didn’t have a bouquet or garter toss, we didn’t even have a wedding cake), but this tradition is one that I’d always wanted to incorporate into my wedding, so incorporate it we did.


Fastin' our hands. Very amusing.


I'm not sure what was distracting Thomas and Josh here.



Friends of ours in the audience later told us that we kissed for an unbelievable amount of time. I believe them.





up for air

Coming up for air...


Thomas tried to dip me. It didn't go so well.


And then we were married!

We marched back down the aisle to the train-boarding region where we had started. There was much loud rejoicing while my dad was trying to say grace before dinner and tell everyone that they weren’t supposed to wait for us to finish taking family photos before they started eating, drinking and generally making fools of themselves.


Lucky Kate got paired up with sexy groomsmaid, Amber.



More hugs!

More hugs!

Gratuitous flower

A gratuitous flowers-and-tattoos picture.

Boob grab

There are a TON of photos of me grabbing my own boobs. I'm only showing you one. Sorry. Not really.

As part of my family’s Welcome-Thomas-Into-The-Madness efforts, they officially invited him to our very own made-up holiday that was invented just so that we have an excuse to spend more time together than we already do, Be Nice To Cousins Day. Seriously, they made him an invitation on notebook paper and everything.


We're exactly as crazy as we look.

Thomas’ family was just as welcoming to me, though. I must say.


It's nice to be close to one's inlaws.

Also, Thomas’ dad proves untrue the statement, “No man is an island.”

Pretty mama

This is my mama. Isn't she pretty?

And then we were on to the eating, the drinking and the merrymaking. It was all way too much fun. I need to throw another wedding just for the party afterward. Anyone want to donate to the cause? You can come dance with us!

Old Time Rock and Roll

I believe this was Old Time Rock and Roll.

Wiswell thing

This is a Wiswell thing.

Ten years ago

It started about ten years ago.

The story

The story involves candy canes, Christmas, getting locked out and a complete lack of access to cable TV.


And old Shania Twain CDs.

no idea

I have no idea what's happening here. I'm sure it involves the open bar.

This too.

This too.

Cotton Eye Joe

I know this one was taken during Cotten Eye Joe. It's one of my very favorite photos from the whole day.


Or maybe this one's my favorite. Do I have to choose just one?

This is another possibility.

This is another possibility. I'm pretty sure they snuck off to do this during Cotton Eye Joe.

As much as I wanted to keep going all night long, I started to lose focus after a while. At one point, our photographers absconded with our rings.


I forgive them.

We had two competing cake toppers, but no cake. One was an heirloom piece given to me by my grandmother.

bride and groom


And the other is a modified Christmas ornament that Thomas bought as a memento of how he proposed to me. His exact words were, “I spend a lot of time pretending to be a beast, but you make me feel like a prince.”

Belle and Beast


You can even see the part of Beast’s head where we ripped out the little ornament hooky thing and forgot to buy paint to touch up his injury.

Anyway, we didn’t have a cake, just a dessert display, so we put out both toppers and they didn’t even have to fight. Which would have been awesome. Belle totally would have taken that dude in the bowtie. I just took some more cold medicine.


This is me contemplating how to get Thomas back to our hotel room. Winkwink, nudgenudge.

I didn’t change my name after our wedding, and I don’t intend to. All of my friends LOVE this, for some reason. We now get cards (and cars, apparently) addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Wiswell.

Dollar store lipstick

Dollar store lipstick takes FOREVER to get off car windows. Just so you know.

so last year

Tin cans and inflated condoms are so 2010.

Before the wedding, I was obsessing over the artsy-fartsy, pre-ceremony, posed photography. I wanted it to be edgy, but not too snide and self-righteously offbeat just for the sake of being offbeat. You know (You probably don’t know. Nobody else things like this. Or at least I hope not.)? I cared DEEPLY about all of those photos, and I still really do. I absolutely LOVE the way that Chris and Lauren took my initial vision and ran with it. They were absolutely amazing.

But I’m IN love with the pictures from the reception. Really really in love. Every time I look at them I remember the joy and love given to me by the friends and family that are such an integral part of who I am. I just stare at the pictures with this big, stupid grin on my face. I’m insanely happy with the way that our wedding came out and so incredibly grateful to everyone who came together to support us, not just on our wedding day, but through our whole lives as individuals and as a couple.

Thanks, everybody. I love you all 😀

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On The Way To The Wedding

It’s been well over a month since we got married, and I probably should have written this sooner, but let’s be honest. You all know I’m lazy. And I had to deal with Thanksgiving. I slaved away making food for my whole family. I must have made at least two pies.

Anyway. We got married! I’m not even kidding when I tell you it was the most fun I’ve ever had at a wedding. If you’re getting married soon you should ask me for advice because I throw awesome weddings.



Our photographers, the amazing Chris and Lauren of Christopher Morris Photography, took zillions of gorgeous photos (some of them are pretty small here, but you can click on them to see them full-sized), so I’m going to show you our pre-ceremony adventures today and show you the rest of the wedding later this week. Wouldn’t want to overwhelm you.

You’re welcome.

I started out the day by watching Community while I did my own nails. Then, after they dried, I finished prying up the staples on the floor in the Entryway Nobody Uses as an Entryway (which is mostly finished, more on that later). I was constantly catching the hem of my jeans on the raggedy staples and I didn’t want them ripping my dress. So yeah, I was on my hands and knees with freshly-manicured nails, ripping up staples with a multi-tool. On my wedding day. Because that’s how I do. My parents and sisters showed up as I was finishing and just stood there looking at me like I’m crazy.

Honestly, they should be used to this sort of thing by now. Jeez.

Thomas and I got ready together at our house because we like each other and we wanted our wedding day to be just another (but even more awesome) day in the life we had already begun together months earlier when we got engaged. Neither of us saw the point in spending the night apart and hiding from each other until the ceremony. Also, my parents’ house is really far away and it would have just been impractical. Also, also, Thomas almost forgot the rings, so it’s good that I was there to remind him. Or I almost forgot the rings. Something like that. Whatever.

We invited a few of our family members over to hang out with us while we got ready and to drink wine and eat Oreos and pizza before all the hullabaloo began.

The ladies

Important Hairdo Decisions




Kate was getting violent very early in the day.


There are a surprising number of photos of Lea pinning on Kevin's boutonniere and of Thomas fiddling with his cufflinks.




We're very close.

Our house really isn’t big enough to hold the whole wedding party, so we met them later to take photos before the ceremony. We started out at a pub near the WWI-era train station where the ceremony was being held. I feel like our formally-clad antics were a bit overwhelming for this blue-collar establishment.

Gettin' boozy

Gettin' boozy

so dashing

So dashing!

Bein' rowdy

Bein' rowdy

Bride at the bar

You get hit on WAY less when you're at the bar in a wedding gown. I do not recommend it.

After the bar we made our way down the street toward a bunch of abandoned former manufacturing plants to have more photos taken while we hiked through rubble and rust.

I’m a big nerd about urban decay. Good thing I live in the Rust Belt. Remind me of that the next time I complain about the lack of Thai restaurants within a reasonable driving distance.

Unruly mob

Unruly mob

Stop in the name of love.

Molly was singing "Stop In The Name Of Love". Apparently.

wedding party




Thumb wrestling

We were thumb wrestling. I was winning.


And then we were smooching.

Hangin' out

Just hanging out by some faded wood. NBD.

pretty flowers

Such pretty flowers 🙂 If you want my florist's info, let me know!

Blowing kisses

Blowing kisses. Because we're adorable.

Then we were off to actually get married! I’ll be back later this week with photos of that 😀

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Lobsterface: “Dear, your blog is in desperate need of updating.”
Me: “I know, but we haven’t done anything interesting on the house, we’re not finished painting the hall yet and I haven’t even cooked anything fun lately.”
Lobsterface: “Okay.” (goes back to watching Supernatural)

So here I am, to update all of my lovely reader(s) with the snippets of things that I’ve been doing.

I went shopping! At the moment, we’re using wooden TV trays instead of nightstands. TV trays don’t have drawers, so my contacts, my earrings and spectacles are all sitting out in the open to be smacked around by a particular kitten who sleeps all day and regards every waking minute that she’s not destroying personal property as time wasted. So I went shopping for some nightstands. I like the ones that have tall legs with drawers at the top better than the chunky, rectangular kind with cabinets or drawers all the way down. I found this one at Home Goods, but there was only one, and it was red.

I was really looking for one in a dark-stained wood to match the headboard that came with the bed that came with Lobsterface. I ended up ordering this one from Amazon (and using our Amazon Rewards points to pay for the whole thing! Woo!)

While I was at Home Goods/Marshall’s (they were all in one giant store), I found these loveiles on sale.

They were looking like they might be contenders in the Wedding Shoe Wars (I’ve tried three pairs so far. All duds.), and they were the only pair left in my size, so I snatched them and went dashing for the checkout line.

Alas, I tried them on with my gown, and they just don’t look right. My gown is this shimmery, very bright white tafeta, and the behind-the-lace fabric on these shoes is too warm and cream-colored to work. Drat. And they’re kind of too fancy for every-day wear, so it looks like they’re going back to the store. I’m sorry, girls. You’ll find a home soon.

Last week, my littlest sister, Molly, turned twenty-one. So this weekend Lobsterface and I went to visit her.

We ate sushi, went to a rodeo, and then ate burgers and wings. I’ll be running and not eating for weeks now.

While we were there, Molly’s landlady brought home a large box of 3-week-old kittens that someone had cruelly tossed over the side of a bank from their moving car. The poor nubbins were absolutely covered in fleas, so a group of us sat around on the porch de-fleaing the tiny kittens for an hour or so.

Kittens don’t like to be wet.
Wet Kitten

So we dried them. They didn’t really like that, either.

When they were all dry and fluffy and flealess, they had lunch.
Nom nom nom

I bonded with the one on the top left, with the white spot on her back. I was half tempted to bring her home with us, but I don’t think I’m ready to spend another $500 on a “free” kitten. Also, my established Grande Dame cat still isn’t speaking to me after I brought Pixel home.

Most of the kittens headed to a no-kill shelter nearby, but one of them found a new home with a lovely young lady who needed a roommate. So Molly and the kitten went on a road trip. She only let the kitten drive on back roads.

And in other kitten news, Pixel is recovering from surgery. She has recently been relieved of her lady equipment. I’m at a point in my life when I rather wish someone would relieve me of mine, so we’re commiserating. On the couch. With ice cream (so much for not eating).

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I never thought I’d stand up and cheer while watching the New York State channel.

It's a thrill a minute.

Last night, though, both Lobster and I were celebrating after the NYS Senate passed the bill enabling The Gays and The Lesbians to get married here. We’re both SO excited to get married in October, but at the same time we were a little bit sad that not all of our friends had that option in New York.

Instead of buying favors, we’re donating to a marriage equality organization (we’re not sure which one yet), but that really felt, to us, like a drop in the bucket. I know that this country still has a long way to go, in regard to equality for everyone, but I’m so excited that my home state finally recognizes and respects this basic right, regardless the couple’s gender(s). And I REALLY hope that I get invited to several gay weddings.

Invite me! I’m a fabulous wedding guest.

I do feel a little bit bad for Vermont, though. They’re going to loose a lot of business.

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I Heart Twilight

I’m all about the Twilight these days.

Relax, not this Twilight.

I hate her stupid face.

I’m actually all about Revlon’s line of Just Bitten lipstains, especially the “Twilight” flavor. Apparently lipstain is one word.

As I type this, I’m realizing that their designer chose Times New Roman as the font for the Just Bitten logo, and now I’m slightly less of a fan. Come on, now, that’s just lazy design work. Hmph. Well, at least the end product is still fabulous.

I generally dislike lipstick. I’m a pretty pale person, so any lipstick that’s darker than “clear” makes me look like I’m trying too hard. Actually, I think it makes me look like a clown. This is not a good thing. Clowns terrify me.

the horror

Also, I hate any sort of shiny substance on my lips, it makes me feel like I have perpetually just eaten a glue stick. I have, on fancier occasions, been known to sport some Burt’s Bees tinted lip balm in “Fig”, but the color goes away in about 10 minutes.

It has been pointed out to me that I might want to wear something a bit more sophisticated for this wedding I’ll be throwing in a few months, especially if I don’t want to look lipless and washed-out in the photos. So I marched myself down to the store, armed with my Burt’s Bees tinted lip balm (for comparison purposes) to see what there was to see.

I saw the racks and racks of lipsticks in every shade and every price range, but I knew that they were all the same. I knew how I would feel the next morning, and I was done with that life. I needed more of a commitment. I needed color that would stay with me through the ceremony and the kisses and the photos and the cannoli and the glasses and glasses of good red wine. I needed something I could count on. And then there it was, Revlon’s shiny rack of Just Bitten lipstains.

I was all excited. I whipped out my tinted lip balm and held it up next to all of the different colors. Turns out that “Twilight” is pretty close to “Fig”. I did a happy dance all the way up to the cashier and then we (me and Twilight) rushed home to play.

I don’t know about you, but I can’t get something new and NOT take it out and play with it almost immediately. Lobsterface can leave UPS and FedEx boxes lying around his house unopened for WEEKS. I do not understand. In fact I don’t really feel like leaving the house today, but I kind of hope we go somewhere so that I can wear the sweater I bought yesterday.

The first time I put on the lipstain, I TOTALLY overdid it. I looked like I had just consumed a pint of blood, and not through an IV, either. That may have been the point, being that it’s called “Twilight” and all, but some people have to go to work in the morning. We got home from the store at about 10pm, and I went to bed wondering how serious they were about the whole “stain” thing.

In the morning, my lips were still Twilight colored, but it was much less intense than it had been when I went to bed. The next time I put it on (it kind of feels like you’re coloring on your face with a magic marker) I used a much lighter touch, and was delighted with the results. I’ve been wearing it pretty much every day since then and I think it makes me look a touch more sophisticated without being all femme fatale (which is always a good thing when you’re the youngest person in your office).

This is me wearing it:

Not really.

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