re: Hello, My Name is Married

Just a week or two ago Derek and I just got to see our dear friend Grace get all dressed up and marry a dude named Joe.

This is Grace and Joe. There was a cute banner to prove it:



My entire family spent some time in (i.e. totally hogged) the photobooth.

Photobooth props provided were black wayfarer glasses and bright red lips - a little bit of Joe and a little bit of Grace:



Like a nerd, I wore my own black rimmed glasses:






The wedding was full of lots of cute details, like aqua and cherry colored holgas and a cavity-inducing candy bar, but I especially loved these buttons that they made for everyone to customize and wear. A good way to make awkward introductions more stylish:



Or maybe they were worried that with everyone walking around in black glasses, we'd never be able to tell eachother apart.

Congrats to Grace and Joe! It was a beautiful day to be part of.

re: Wedding Photobooth

I love the Photobooth that we had set up at our wedding, and had to share the pictures. We used the same backdrop that we had drawn for our engagement shots, and I love all the faces and personalities of our guests that were captured:









About the Photobooth:
My friend Dan and I drew the background (taking our cues from the amazing Charlotte Mann who has been making gorgeous hand drawn backdrops way before I have). We drew the wall and floor on sheets of 8.5x11 paper, scanned the pages in at the highest of high-res (dan cleaned the lines up in photoshop as well) and then we saved the image in pieces and printed it off in several strips of 3x10 pieces of paper and taped them all together to get the full effect.

The "wallpaper" we drew is actually the pattern from our wedding invitations (created by the wonderful Cindy Ferguson). The rug is patterned after the rug in our friends Mark and Collin's house. And that door and hardwood flooring can be found right inside our San Francisco apartment.

Check out the full set of pics here from both of our receptions:
Newbury Park Open House
Photos taken by LA based photographer Angela Smith

Pleasanton Open House
Photos taken by SF based photographer Clay Brown

re: At least I'll be a tan Bridezilla

I have officially entered into "my wedding is less than two weeks away" mode, which everyone always warns you is a little stressful. I was expecting a few hiccups, but was still surprised when my caterer tried to quit on me over the weekend, and my photobooth photographer announced that he had to have emergency foot surgery this week. Silly me for thinking that the most I was going to have to endure was a misplaced pin on my dress by the tailor or the bakery calling to say that they only have regular chocolate frosting for the cupcakes instead of double-dark chocolate.


(This is the x-ray of his foot that the photographer sent to me, like a doctor's note, explaining why he won't be able to man our photobooth.)

Still, of all the minor emergencies that I have been dealing, with, I think one of the most annoying is a tacky set of tan lines that I got two weeks ago. I haven't really seen the sun all summer long, which means I'm already unusually pale, and may have gotten a little lazy about my normal daily sunscreen application. The sun came out for a whole 30 minutes the other day, and it managed to give me a ridiculous tan line on my ankles where my capris cut off and on my arms where my sleeve hit. Really? Tacky, terrible tan lines, two weeks before I have to take all sorts of photos of myself looking pretty?

I'm sure I'll figure something out, but hopefully my next post won't be me bemoaning the fact that using self-tanner for the first time has left my palms orange and my ankles streaked.