One of my favorite websites is featuring our wedding today.
One of my favorite websites is featuring our wedding today.
As I am currently having a brief break from paper writing wedding planning is back in full swing! The past two days:
Crinoline – check!
Favors – check!
tea for the girlies – check!
car for fam – check!
I am on a roll! Bring it on. Tomorrow I plan to conquer our inability to find shepherds hooks anywhere in London. Someone has to sell them, I just know they are out there. Thursday I am going shopping for beachy clothes for Jamaica. I am not going to go into the details of my to do list here because it is currently over a page long. But if anyone knows anywhere to buy shepherds hooks or garden crooks in England, let me know!!
Anyway. Wedding planning is going along well. I have my list and I am checking it off.
My LSAT test prep book came in the mail today. oh yes.
BUT, I want to highlight two ‘vendors’ (if that is what you really call them) that I am using for the wedding.
First, we had ellothere, over at Etsy (of course) design our wedding invitations. Which, surprisingly enough, I never got around to sharing:
Now, I am not techy enough to blur out where we are having the wedding, so once again, please don’t stalk me. I pretty much know who reads this blog, but then again, you never know. Anyway, back to the point. Working with Jonathan was a wonderful experience, he was helpful and had great ideas. And great prices! The invitations are currently on their way.
Another Etsy find is Violet Delight. I don’t even remember how I found her, but I am in love. She is making my veil and probably my gifts for my maids and I could not be more pleased. My veil is going to be something like this, but a bit more tailored to my dress and my wedding colors.
Anyway, I have been chatting back and forth with Violet Delight and it has been such a lovely experience that I thought I would share my Etsy finds with you
PS . The images belong to him and her respectively.
PPS. Is it possible for your lungs to hurt? I think I need to cut down on my sugar and caffeine intake.
I promise to tell the calling the cops, wallet left on a bus, being called princess in public stories soon.
As most of you know, I am already married. Yep, that’s right, for over a year now. The UK is very finicky about who gets into the country so Rob and I signed the paperwork about a year ago. A six minute ceremony with like five people there. Married on paper.
And, I changed my name. In the visa app they want to be 100% sure that your marriage is legit and above board, blah, blah, blah. So, I went from Jenifer D’Ann Tracy to Jenifer D’Ann Ford (please don’t start stalking me now). To be honest, I wasn’t really attached to Tracy. It isn’t my mom’s last name and it isn’t something I would consider a family name. My parents have been divorced for my whole life so there you go. AND, I am pretty dang attached to my middle name. I wasn’t about to be Jenifer Tracy Ford, though given my last name being a first name it makes a lot of sense. But D’Ann is made up, a completely fabricated name that my mom gave me and I am keepin’ it! So, Jenifer D’Ann Ford. This wasn’t about feminism. This was about names I liked. If Rob’s last name happened to be ‘Creep’ or ‘FuzzyDice’ or something really hard to spell, I would make him take my last name. To me it is about practicality. And, I wanted our name to be a family unit. So when we have children we all have the same name. I never had that growing up. It seems nice
So, aside from the fact that I didn’t want immigration control to think I just married Rob to get in the country, I was happy to have Ford. Whatevs.
My boss calls me Ms. Ford. I hate it. I have jumped through the hoops to change my name and get the visa, new passport, new drivers license, new social security card, new acceptance letter to uni (wouldn’t let me in until I changed it), new name on student loans (this was the hardest!), new credit cards, new debit cards. Get it? Changing your name is a bitch and I did it all. I deserve the Mrs. So finally, I told my boss that Ford is my married name. So back up!
And, hey, you could just call me Jen. That hasn’t changed. I’ll even let you call me Jenny if you are real nice.
This morning when I got off the tube it smelled of french toast. This is weird because a) they don’t do french toast in England and b) even if they did, they probably wouldn’t serve it at Temple tube station. But it is one of those things that triggered a memory for me. When I worked at a summer camp I worked in the kitchen. Smelling food early in the morning whilst outside always makes me think of that. Once we finished serving breakfast all the staff would eat outside, just as the sun was starting to warm everything up. Those are good memories. Weird memories, as it was church camp, but good none the less.
There are many things I wish about the wedding. While I am absolutely thrilled to be having it in England, there is part of me that wishes it could be in California. Really wishes. I wish we could have pie for dessert. I like pie. The Brits do savory pie quite well. But ask them to make you an apple pie or a pecan pie? You’ll either get a blank stare or some really bad pie. OR in our case, if I really was wedded to pie, we would probably pay an arm and a leg for nice pie. I also wish that all of my college friends could be there. As it looks we may have two, but that is still up in the air. I miss those girls I relied on and wonder if we will ever all be in the same place again, even if it is just for lunch (or wine). I wish our wedding was a little more country casual, but forget about finding mason jars in the UK. I wish my grandparents could be there. They are too fragile to travel so far. And they have two mini poodles that they won’t leave. Now from the outside the poodle thing seems absurd, you would just have to know them to get it. Or, maybe all elderly people become v. attached to their pets. I wish we could have smores. It isn’t the lack of graham crackers, it is the lack of open flame.
Tomorrow is the meeting with all the venue people and etc. Maybe it is that I am worried I won’t be able to get what I am seeing for the wedding day across. Maybe I am worried the English will think I am weird to want this casual vibe. Maybe I am worried they will be offended because I want something a bit different than they would expect. Maybe what it is is that I am very worried they will not have a clue of what I am talking about and with all my expansive vocabulary I will still be unable to make them understand. Maybe it is that I had a lovely conversation with B yesterday about the joys of taco bell and now would give anything to be home.
America and England share the same language but we have cultural divides all over the place. I am bringing lots of pictures, lots and lots of pictures. I don’t want to use the word country because I don’t want cowboy boots. Rustic may be better. And simple. And whimsical? Rob and I will make a list on the train. He is English, I will use him as a translator.
I know I blog quite a bit about missing home. It is because I do. everyday. But I know that this is an amazing experience for me and I don’t take it for granted, I promise. I am making the most out of my two years in England, even if I do feel the tug of California on a regular basis. I know that most college grads don’t get to flit off to England for two years, I am very lucky.
I also know that this is a very long blog. It is because I haven’t blogged extensively in awhile. It was because of the grades. The dreaded grades that were doing my head in. They really were. Yet now I am pausing to try to figure out if ‘doing my head in’ is an American phrase or an English phrase and I can’t remember. That is when you know you have assimilated, when you can’t distinguish your vocubulary from theirs. Back on topic, I found out the grades yesterday and I passed everything. I am v. pleased and working even harder on this second set of papers. I want a 2:1 (B+) for my degree overall. We’ll see how that goes.
over and out.