YOU GUYS. It’s Tuesday afternoon, and today I have the profound pleasure of introducing to you a newly minted bride, who just recently joined the Bloggista Team. Her name is Jessica. And let it be known, that Jessica… is hidic. riluslly. amazeulous.
She is going to be joining us here on a weekly basis, bringing with her all the trials and tribulations, the decisions and the indecision… in short, her wedding planning process, start to finish. On a scale of 1 to 10, all the numbers one through ten. All in her very unique and brazen style.
She’s a rare breed, you guys. When I met her in person I was fairly certain we were related to one another. PLus, she had me laughing the whole time. I mean, her personal reactions to her pinned images, alone:
“put stuff in jars = makes it cool”
… So the fact that she’s going to be bringing her stories to you guys here on the blog is kind of the funnest thing ever, for me. And I hope (as well as secretly already know) it will be for you, too.
Ok, without further adieu, let’s please give a warm welcome to Jessica! Jessica, take it away…
Oh…. okay….. wow…… so happy to be here :) this is great, just great!
Let me just start by giving a BIG hug and smooch to Alison for this oh-so-lovely opportunity! Really thanks! Also, I would like to apologize in advance for my behavior and crappy grammar. I can’t wait to spill my guts all over this blog. Sloppy, whiney, gross bride guts. It will probably leave a stain. You should try that oxi-stuff, that seems to work. But before we can get to that we need to get personal, Diane Sawyer personal. So… here is a story about Jess and Brad. Condensed, please add water.
*WARNING: The following is irresponsible and not recommended (well it worked for me, but still), not recommended.*
Brad and I came together through mutual friends in one of those “how the hell did we not meet before” situations. I have to admit I wasn’t keen on introducing myself at first due largely to some colorful stories and a rather unfortunate and undeserved nick name that I dare not say (ok..ok..its
‘s… eeehh “Bad Kid”… yeah). As it turns out I’m pretty sure they were keeping us apart on purpose as we promptly ignored them all while becoming grossly obsessed with one another. Alas… he was a loner, a rebel……. and a month into our courtship announced he was leaving on a trip cross country and down into Mexico. I was crushed, but this was planned long before I came along and mucked thing up. We got in as much “quality time” as possible before parting into an uncertain future. Commence the finest texting romance to ever grace a qwerty.
In an odd twist of fate it is perhaps the written word that made us stick. That is to say that relationships that start out as intense as ours can easily crash and burn. But given space and the process of carefully chosen words it developed slower and stronger. Brad is a talented writer and has a way of weaving the most wonderfully sticky words that left me smitten and waiting. For months we exchanged coy tid bits and cleaver riddles (read: were so cool). They were just text messages but some of our best work. Soon I found myself kidding that I was going to fly down and meet him, and then I bought the tickets. Apparently I wasn’t kidding. Yes I said tickets, I brought along my daughter (I have one of those) who was four at the time, much to my family’s dismay. I know… I know, but sometimes a girls gotta take a chance… and we were a package deal.
It was a leap of faith for us both. Brad’s traveling companion dropped him in Cancun before going on without him several days before my flight came in. So essentially he was stranded if I decided not to show. Living off candy bars and sleeping in mosquito ridden hostels (and under a pier one night), I arrived to find him a very skinny, very tanned and heavily bearded refuge. I was, um, not exactly sure I had done the right thing. All doubts soon faded as we settled back into each other and into our Yucatan hideaway. We lived together, the three of us, for one month in a private marina apartment on the island of Isla Mujeres. I know, I’m jealous of myself when I say it. Resulting in hands down the most amazing experience of my LIFE, yes better than the birth of my children (yes I have another, but not at this point in the story). We dove into cenotes, kayaked around sunken ships, swam under the cliffs of Tulum , made friends with monkeys and fell in love, stupid love. The three of us.
Almost four years and one additional be-be later… we’re still at it. And to be honest I didn’t think marriage was is the cards, at least not the immediate cards. Which I was fine with, as long as I didn’t end up the old maid (<==card joke), being that neither of us are say… the traditional sort. But as it turns out, much to my shock, I in fact don’t know everything. And Brad was plotting. Knowing that I have an annual melt down on my birthday (I don’t know why it just happens), he made plans for a nice quite birthday dinner followed by some much needed down time. We indeed had a lovely time, the carpaccio was good, and when we got home we kicked off our shoes and opened a bottle of wine. Being that it was December at the time I huddled myself in front of the fireplace as I often do… I have poor circulation :( Brad disappeared for a minute then, reappearing with a gift bag from my favorite local shop, handed me my present. I found a very fine example of a tea mug inside with a little lid. I opened the lid and noticed a string hanging down from the center and thought to myself “oh cool, a tea bag suspension device!” always wanted one of those. Upon closer inspection it was of course… the ring! He said some thing.. then I said something… crying, hugging and a little making out ensued :) Then the be-be woke up :(
So here we are… lovers, parents and now “officially” partners in crime. Planning our… eeeehhh almost dream wedding, dream would involve duplicating myself and an unlimited budget :P but hey who’s complaining?! As you may already suspect this won’t be the most traditional of affairs, but thats not to say it will be without tradition either. I am an old soul after all (hey there were ladies of ill-repute long before this century) and my taste is known to be eclectic to say the least. But for this shin dig I’m thinking slightly simple, vintage victorian, a tid bit dirty, art nouveau boho, bodacious botanical, industrial rad cat. Got it! So please watch your step, keep your arms and legs inside the cart and hold tight cause here we go…
I know. Another vintage wedding. I struggled with it myself but this one will be different, I promise. I’ve meet some amazing people with big ideas that are sure to set this thing apart from the rest. I’m taking some risks and stuffing my sleeves with tricks. Let’s do this.
Ooh and I’d love to know, how’s your planning going?
xoxoxo – Jessica
Alison here! Jessica is the coolest, and if you dig her half as much as I do, you can also check her out over at The SoupChic on Facebook.
image credits: all non-family images are from jessica’s inspiration board on pinterest / veil by sibo designs / valentino sposa long sleeve wedding dress / bridal gown / scene illustrata / succulent bouquet via ruffled blog / plant centerpiece arrangements via Good Housekeeping / tiny terrarium by tortoise loves donkey / mini jar terrarium via merci ny