Good afternoon, darlings! I hope I’m posting this one late enough; it’s 6:00 PM EST, and I uhhh, well, I think you know what that means…
.. Before I tell you what it means, let me just mention real quick that this post is actually about wearing a short dress on your wedding day, so I’m excited to hear what your opinions are on that…
Ok, now, here’s what it means: I could go on forever about last night’s episode, but of course that’s a complete lie. Also, this is a wedding blog, not a recap blog, so it just wouldn’t feel right, y’know? HOWEVER. Because I received enough not-even-close-to-veiled threats hurled at my twitter face last night from actual brides (key words here in my decision) wanting me to take a helicopter ride into the sparkling, azure waters of Bachelorette land… well, here’s where we find ourselves. For a jiff. Really though, only for a jiff. (Trying to bring back *jiff* one “jiff” at a time. Occasionally two. Mom, I know we can do it!!!)
Here’s where the Quittin’ Time timing of today’s post comes in. I listened to your deepest desires this time around, and so, with the help of 40 puka shells on various tables and dressers, in combination with sheer bralessness, since that’s what helps Ashley make her decisions, I decided to wait patiently until the vast majority of you have had ample time to view last night’s episode of you know what. So, this timing good? (If you don’t watch The Bachelorette, don’t worry, this’ll be over soon, promise. It’ll just feel a little like pulling off a too-sticky bandaid very slowly and on the hairiest part of your body, wherever that may be.) Ok, let’s begin.
I’m writing this post from my Tatadra (dream house) so I think you’ll find the tone of today’s musings to be quite pleasant. Quite pleasant, indeed. But first I do need to get something off of my chest…
ABC, I’m a little upset with you. You’ve teased the tease twice now. That’s twice too many times. When I decided last minute (and forced my better half) to tune in last night – and therefore accepting my fate of watching back-to-back-to-back sporting events for the rest of the week – I was fully expecting you to deliver on a sibling-on-sibling verbiage fight, complete with word swords being pitched into the faces of tattooed sisters. But ABC, all you gave me was Constantine leaving early of his own volition and Ashley wearing shirts without bras again, if she was wearing any clothing at all, all of this otherwise known as utter predictability. ABC, I for some reason expect more of you!
Ok, whatever. ABC’s gonna do what ABC wants to do. But mark my words: if ABC chooses Ryan “Wait… you don’t want to meet my parents?” McDoofsterson as the next Bachelor I will boycott the show and request the same of all of you. I hope you’re with me. That is, if you’re not already a non-watcher which makes me want to pursue an apprenticeship in addiction-control under your auspices. Ok, back to last night’s episode…
I’m a method actor by trade (no I’m not), so actually I first jotted my feelings about last night’s episode in my green apple colored journal, to more effectively immerse myself in the life and times of Ashley Herrrrberrrrre. I also had the assistance of several puka shells surrounding me as mentioned earlier, plus Chrisharrison’s comforting, not biased advice in my ears. So yeah, I think all of those elements combined have actually worked to get me into Ashley’s mindset, because I already find myself thinking about taking tonight to “The Next Level” when Honey gets home. Pssst… Honey, isn’t our bedroom “the per-fact place” to “fall in love” again? SHUT UP, don’t even answer that. Because it DAF-initely is, without a doubt. If I’m going to walk around calling myself a method actor (which I actually don’t do; I’m not an actor), I’m gonna have to go fully into character here. K, Honey? So… I hope you’re excited, because I look FOH-ward to teasing you with my boyish charm and body, and… well, who knows? As the night nears to a close, I might be handing you a Fantasy Suite card for you to reject, outright.
Ohhh… and if you show me serious interest, I’ll daf-initely stop wearing any makeup at all, because that will mean that I feel comfortable with you! Just don’t make me feel the least bit unsure of your feelings for me, because I might bite my lips off of my face. No one wants this. So keep the reassurance that you like me coming, and I think we’ll do just fine. K? Wait, have you flossed today? Honey, remember, I’m a dental student! I’m smart and know what’s best for your mouth! Inside, not the lips part. I hope people still want me to be their dentist when I get home from this incredible journey. I can totally take their dental care to The Next Level!
Ok, here we go… FAVORITE MOMENTS AND OBSERVATIONS FROM LAST NIGHT’S BACHELORETTE EPISODE:
1) Ryan: (paraphrased) “I LOOOOVE YOUUUUU…” Ashley: “K bye!” exits by walking past the camera a la every SNL Weekend Update skit featuring Governor Patterson. This is also known as comedy gold.
2) Mic packs do not go with sheer resort wear, Ben. Toplessness, however, does. Please note for next time (because I’m not having that great of a time looking at your face.)
3) Ashley’s outfits are directly correlative, it seems, to her level of “like” for you. For Constantine, Ashley skipped the juniors department and went straight for Babys R Us to track down the 1/26th of an outfit she sported on their helidate. Plus, Ashley’s bringin’ belly back – OPA!; Ryan gets The World’s Largest Pair of Shortswear when she goes to send him home, again. Poor guy. But yeah can’t stand him. Ryan, don’t worry though, it’ll happen. It’ll happen. It’ll happen… yeah, it’ll happen. It’ll happen.
Ok, enough of that. I, Alison, would like to take a hard right turn into the meat and potatoes of this post right about now. I hope you Bachelorette fans don’t mind! :)
SO, I believe you all remember yesterday’s shoot, correcto? Methinks, since it was WHOLLY UNFORGETTABLE in its beautifulnessity. Southern style is like a breath of fresh, pastel-colored warm breezy air. Warm breezy air with a super sexy accent. I loves it. And Elyse Skansi of Tying.the.Knot, along with the amazing Greer G Photography and many, many other great vendors (listed in the credits!) put their all into this fabulousness, and for that we salute them. (I think some Tosh.0 just crept into that sentence.) Fantastic job, you guys!
… I’m just so glad I saved the best (or at least my personal favorite) part for last. Tee hee!
Ok, SO – If you know me, you know I LOVE a great short wedding frock. The perfect one, imho, would have equal parts lace touches, a flattering neckline/area, hit right around the knee for maximum leg visibility, and just overall have a certain flare that screams “I’M HERE TO HAVE SOME FUN AND LOOK PRETTY DOING IT.” (I had to use all caps to convey the screaming… you understand.)
I present to you, EXHIBIT A:
And now EXHIBIT B, C, D, E, you get the point…
Some words from Elyse:
What better to dress the couple in than seersucker and lace! Perlis helped us to get our groom ready for his big day! The seer sucker suit is such a staple in a Southern gentleman’s closet so we thought he would have to pull it out for his gorgeous summer wedding day! There are so many AMAZING bridal styles and trends that I think a bride shouldn’t have to limit herself to just one dress :) I LOVE IT when a bride wears two dresses on her wedding day, so we got two gorgeous dresses too! Our bride wore short and sweet scalloped lace dress by Romona Keveza from Wedding Belles, then when the sun started setting, she slid into a STUNNING cotton lace bridal by Blush by Jim Hjelm from The Bridal Boutique by Mae Me! I would wear both dresses on my wedding day in a heart beat :)
So… here’s my question: do you like the concept of wearing a short wedding dress? Would you consider it for your wedding day/recommend it if your friend asked your advice? Or do you see it as more of a change-into-it-for-the-reception kind of deal? Or any other sentiment you’re feeling that I have failed to explicitly state here. I’m excited to hear your thoughts on this! It’s a pretty contentious topic.
Either way, as a final note, is that Romona Keveza not tha cuuutest little thang ya’ever did sayeee? (ok I have no idea how to write down a Southern accent. Sorry.)
xoxo! – Alison
Event planning and design: Tying.the.Knot / Location: Audubon Park / Photographer: Greer G Photography / Flowers and design: Bee’s Weddings and Events / Cake: Melissa’s Fine Pastries / Short lace dress: Romona Keveza / Suit: Perlis / Make Up: Make Me Up!! / Hair: Ginger Dickey / Tableware: Macy’s / Stationer: A Pinch of Lovely / Parasols: Pamela’s Parasols