Friday, October 28, 2011

Seven wedding planning updates in which people won't stop giving me stuff



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I'm going to start with a teeny little "Things people are NOT giving me" rant, so we can move on to the fun stuff:

I'm thinking we need to move away from "The favor of a reply is requested" language on invitations. Because really? I'm not that demure about the necessity of a reply. Everybody needs to hurry up and reply.

By last Saturday, the deadline printed on the invitations, I had exactly 30 of my ~105 reply cards back. Now I'm up to about 45.

Edited to add: I did the math for my mom and at the moment it comes to 64 people coming, 58 people not coming, and 83 people unknown. Most of the yes and no people are from actual RSVP cards, but several people have RSVPed via Facebook or email.

--- 2 ---

Speaking of reply cards, one of the replies I have gotten is from a household sister who's now in formation with the Carmelites. It was the sweetest thing ever.

--- 3 ---

The official first wedding gift was from Scott's former philosophy tutor. He and his wife are unable to come, but they arranged to have a Mass said for us and our marriage.

I can't think of anything to add to that, so I'm just going to let it stand as a testament to the awesomeness of our lives.

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Elder Elder Brother and Co., who are also unable to come (insert sadness here), sent us a frying pan. It is shiny. I like it a lot.

Then Scott's Uncle F. and Aunt C. sent us two different things from our registry. And I thought, "Oh, how nice." Then they sent us a check in the mail. And I thought, "I kind of hope Mr. Cobbler's other 14 siblings appointed this brother as their gift-giving representative." Because seriously. If this is what everybody is going to do my little introverted self is going to get totally overwhelmed by the attention. (I love it. I just want to hide until it is over. Introverts are weird like that.)

Then Scott's godparents also sent us a check.

Our Big Comfy Chair Fund is going to actually have something in it if this keeps up.

(Did I mention that my Big Comfy Chair broke? It was awful. I am still saddened.)

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Literally the day before our first gift arrived, I thought, "Hey, I should go buy thank-you notes just in case anyone feels moved to buy us a wedding present."

Methinks I need to unwrap that package this weekend.

--- 6 ---

Speaking of godparents (I did in Take #4, did you notice?), my godmother has decided that she wants to be the fairy godmother of my wedding. She sent me a big box of assorted things the other day, she insisted on being invited to my bridal shower so she'd have another excuse to send a gift (she can't actually come to the shower because she lives in Georgia), and she keeps stalking my registry and saying that I need to put more stuff on it.

Also, she seems to have figured out a way for me to get super-nice wedding flowers for free. I am not kidding. Further updates on that as events warrant.

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Notice I mentioned a bridal shower in my last take? The lovely and brilliant Emily's mother and another mother from our homeschool group decided to throw me one, with absolutely no prompting from me. Like I mentioned above, I secretly love the attention, but I am also kind of quivering nervously at the thought of not being able to hide behind the cookie table. (That's my favorite place to hide at parties. Because there are cookies to eat while you hide.)

Oh, and my mom just went to an All Saints Party and came home with a bunch of chips and pretzels and who knows what from the other mother. (Other Mother's daughter got married earlier this month. They apparently have leftover finger food and don't know what to do with it. I think my wedding guests will be able to help them brainstorm a solution.)

And now Mom wants me to make that stuff not be in the back of the van, so I'll hit publish and go.

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2 comments:

The Not-Boyfriend-Anymore said...

"Like I mentioned above, I secretly love the attention, but I am also kind of quivering nervously at the thought of not being able to hide behind the cookie table. (That's my favorite place to hide at parties. Because there are cookies to eat while you hide.)"
"Is that him?"
"That's a buffet table."
"Well, how can we be sure... unless we interrogate it?"
And you say you're too melancholic to be Kaylee.

Theocentrica said...

Not The Comfy Chair! *horror*