I’ve been delighted by all the interest in our wedding and I’m happy to share some of the moments from our big day. In this brand new series called Wedding Weekend, I’ll be writing about different facets of the wedding and walking you through our special day. This series is my way of preserving memories that mark the start of our new life together, something we can look back on and remember.
R and I disagree on many, many things. But now and then we surprise ourselves when we pick out the same blue fabric, or point to the same ice cream flavor. We always hear about the wacky bridezilla, never a groomzilla (it’s not yet a word in the dictionary). And more often than not, the bride takes complete charge when it comes to the wedding planning, while the groom compliantly follows along. In our case however, we were on an equal playing field. R loves being in charge in general, and while I can be extremely particular and finicky, I let him do his thing (when I’m in the mood). It worked out. I was very glad he wanted to contribute and take part. And yes, he turned out to be a bit of a g-zilla.
We both wanted the wedding to be classic, simple, and memorable. Luckily, we have similar tastes (or does R just know what to say to make me happy?). I always knew I wanted a ball gown cut dress, because hey, it’s a wedding! When else would I sport a massive white dress and feel completely fearless if not on my own wedding day? But then, like always, I wanted an extra option. So I had the dressmaker sew me a fitted mermaid gown plus a detachable ball gown skirt which I would get out of by the end of the reception leading to the afterparty. The ensemble made walking a little tricky, but hey, I made it through the day without falling (only thanks to my awesome bridesmaids!).
As for my makeup look, I made sure to tell the makeup artist that I still wanted to look like me. She was such a doll and I can’t thank her enough for coloring my face!
So while we were both into the classic look, R didn’t want a plain black tuxedo. Instead, he opted for a dark navy tuxedo with a satin black collar, bowtie, cufflinks, and cummerbund. The custom suit fitted him perfectly (and made for a sound camouflage next to the wedding car). Speaking of the wedding car, we had it specially shipped to Bali. A classic (yet again) 1937 BMW 327, it served us well. No breaking down so nobody got the chance to watch me thrust the car in my big, fat gown.
It really was a kind of a miracle that the dress managed to snug into our ride.