I'll start by apologizing for not posting wedding details right away. I wanted to take a few days to unwind from wedding planning mode and really let it sink in that we are now married. I wanted to write these posts because I wanted to, not because I felt like I had to. It's important to me this blog feel fluid and natural, and I can achieve that by not making it an obligation. I'm not posting pictures or names here for reasons of privacy, but if enough people really want to see them, I'll post a few.
If you're just here for the baby update, I will put one at the end of this post. You can expect mostly baby updates at this point.
D's costume debacle
D had a personal friend make his costume for the wedding. We went up to his friend's house the weekend before the wedding, and it apparantly hadn't even been fully put together yet. I didn't get to see it because it was kept a surprise, but I didn't like what I heard. Still, D was confident it would get done. He arranged for his friend to drive by on Wednesday to drop it off.
So Wednesday comes and goes without so much as a phone call from his friend. I offer that I could drive out to pick it up, but when D calls, he says it isn't finished yet. It turns out his friend just got a new job and hadn't had the time to put the finishing touches on it. The plan was made that his friend would drop it off down at the wedding site the following evening. By this point, D is disappointed. Honestly, it boggles our minds how people we depend on for big important parts of our wedding think they can just not tell us when complications come up. We were completely sympathetic to the new job, but isn't it common courtesy to let us know?
Thursday, we have to be at the rehearsal, and D has his bachelor party that evening. My bridesmaids and I come back home for the evening when D calls and says that his friend is going to come by our place that night to give us D's costume. My bridesmaids immediately offer to stay up to wait for him as I'm pregnant and have trouble keeping my eyes open past 11pm. They stay up until 2am, and they haven't seen him yet. So they text D who tells them to go on to bed and he will tell his seamster to leave the outfit on the porch. The next morning, the outfit was on the porch as promised, but I can tell my bridesmaids had stayed up late waiting for the outfit. I'm so tempted by this point to look over the outfit, but I maintain the secrecy and keep it in the bag.
We drive down to the town where we are getting married. This is a day before the wedding mind you, and D has arranged to do a fitting with his seamstress mother to make sure his outfit looks alright. D later told me that his mother took one look at the jacket his friend made and cringes audibly. For those who know how to sew with patterns, let me explain the problem. The pattern for the sleeves consisted of two pieces for each sleeve, one front and one back piece. In his haste, D's friend had sewn 2 front pieces together and attached it as a sleeve then 2 back pieces together for the other sleeve. I did not see this atrocity, but I understood right away what a disaster that was. To make matters worse, D had grabbed my sewing machine but forgot the power cord! I felt so bad hearing about how she spend the afternoon hand stitching the seams back together to turn the coat into a vest. Luckily, D called his sister who brought a sewing machine so his mother could finish the vest in a better manner.
D's mother really saved the day! She rescued his outfit such that it looked like it was on purpose. It wasn't exactly how he imagined, but D still looked like a dashing renaissance groom.
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