H and I were on the other side of this picture, taken in March when we went to the desert to meet with our wedding vendors. Apparently a number of people are moving to Joshua Tree. Some are even coming from New York City. I can’t think of a place that is more antithetical to Manhattan.
We live in NY, and I can barely fit my third pair of shoes in our apartment. I’m sure no one has seen
Back when I was a newbie engaged person and I began to discover the brilliance and wonder that was the world of wedding blogs, I wrote an email to my mom casually referencing “wedding p*rn,” assuming she would understand what I meant. Needless to say, she didn’t. But instead of letting me know, she remained quietly horrified for several weeks until
Yay for Doing It Yourself. There is so much gratification in making something pretty. You can envision a concept and then use own hands to birth it into a real object that other people can enjoy.
When you are DIY’ing for your own wedding, it’s unfortunate that almost everything you make is basically disposable. I mean, yes, I’ll have a scrapbook with my invitation and the program and yes,
…than the nap you take after your wedding, on the plane to Hawaii for the honeymoon. No, the lovely wedding happening in this picture was not ours, although there were many times during my engagement to H that I wished we had chosen to take this kind of simple, virtually planning-free route to wedded bliss.