The Lengths I’ll go to.

My wedding vision has always been something a little blurry and a little bizarre, and it has always included long, flowing hair. Hair that I cannot grow myself. Hair that would need to be professionally created. Enter Jill Hammelman, my new personal hero.

After a million questions and a few freak-out emails (Should I really be doing this four months before my wedding? Will I ruin them? Are you sure I won’t ruin them?) I couldn’t contain my excitement any longer and we went for it. The results are amazing. I am now incredibly vain and obsessed with my hair. However, I am about to leave for a spin class and this will be my first work-out with the hair. I don’t know how Jill does it. I cannot get all of this hair into a proper ponytail. Oh well, looking insane is a small price to pay for the best thing that has ever happened to me. (Second only to Sam … )

See the transformation below.

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Before. I’m simply giddy with excitement. My hair is long-ish but thin and damaged. This is no way to live.

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Back of my hair before. Gross.

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Now dyed and trimmed … check out those dark brows.

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So this is love.

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I mean. I can’t.

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Jill and her awesome hair. The lady who made this all possible.

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This post would not be complete without a selfie.

I have to stop writing now and go stare at myself in the mirror. Bye.

Mainstream, and Other Lesbian Descriptors.

I started this blog for two reasons, really. First, though I knew nothing about planning a lesbian wedding, friends and family were asking me questions like I was the spokeswoman for gay brides. Second, I like doing lame girly wedding stuff like staying up late perusing wedding blogs, and I was finding little to no lesbian content. So here we are, all of us (that means me and you, Mom) discovering together that planning my wedding with Sam the girl is basically the same as if I were planning this wedding with Sam, the boy, except there will be two dresses and two father/daughter dances. Still, imagine my surprise when the newest New York Magazine Wedding Guide went live on the web and there were lesbos everywhere. Here are some featured in Real New York Weddings, and another right here in this slideshow. Stop it. There is another lesbian couple in this same slideshow. That makes three featured lesbian couples in one issue. Three.

I’m already trying to pick the pieces of my mind up off the floor when I sign onto StyleMePretty and find this, another lesbian wedding on a mainstream wedding blog. While it’s happened before, it’s not often, and when I saw it I peed my chinos a little. I’m lying. I don’t even own chinos … but Sam does. And I was jealous (of the stylish ladies, not the chinos).

Turns out Sam and I are just bandwagon girls planning an average wedding … No I’m totally lying again. Our wedding is going to kick ass. Or it will be a disaster. We’ll see.

NOLA or BUST!

Sam and I are both planning to get a little wild for our bachelorette parties, which is why we’ve scheduled them for the same August weekend. If she’s at a strip club in Vegas then do I want to be:

A) At home on the couch with our dogs thinking about all of the trouble she’s getting into. 

B) In New Orleans on my own stripper pole in a mansion I’ve rented with a handful of my closest friends.

Answer: B

Sam and her friends are in the middle of planning a trip to Vegas, which, don’t get me wrong, sounds like an absolute blast. My own bachelorette destination: New Orleans! I’ve never been there but have heard repeatedly that it’s a must for a gal like me.

Why not check it out for the first time with a gaggle of girlfriends (and a very handsome boy toy or two. Gay of course, which is how I prefer my men) and stay in a bad-ass mansion complete with what appears to be a stripper pole in one of the bedrooms, an outdoor jacuzzi and outdoor kitchen.

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Photos courtesy of homeowner.

I promise to have more details as the planning process continues. But for now, my flights and our mansion are booked!!!

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Fleur de Lis Mansion, courtesy of homeowner.

Old Hollywood Glam, I am not.

There are some women who might look stunning in this gown, many women actually, but I am not one of them. What I loved about this gown was its old Hollywood glamour. I imagined this on a tall waif of a gal with a blonde bob. This dress hugged me in all the wrong places and my mother demanded I remove it.

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I did. But not before striking this ridiculous pose.

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Sadly this was never a contender, but it is still a lovely and elegant dress with an art deco flair, a gem for the right lady. This was also definitely too small for me, and pretty beat up. I know I’m lucky that I can be squeezed into a lot of these samples, but I had to ask: What happens when bigger women come in to try on dresses, as a lot of sample gowns just fit me. Ever the Bridal Consultant, she found a delicate way to tell me that they rip apart a lot of these dresses shoving women into them. Or they don’t get all the way into them. Finding a dress that I couldn’t even squeeze into certainly wouldn’t make me feel like a beautiful bride or make me want to spend thousands of dollars. Oh well.

Suit Up!

While I have a Matron of Honor to dress, Sam has a Best Man to outfit. This past weekend she took her brother Jonathan on a trip downtown to Bond Street’s Billy Reid to search for the perfect suit. Her vision: a grey suit with suspenders.

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When she arrived she admits the stylists were a little confused. They wanted to know what the groom was wearing if she was here for her brother, but once she explained our wedding and what we’re both wearing, they were thrilled to be a part of it. Poor Jonathan was under the influence of cold medicine, but he was a good sport as Sam made him play dress-up.

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The result: An Heirloom Campbell Peak Suit in grey.

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As the wedding approaches he will go in for his fitting and suspender holes will be added (Who knew suits weren’t all equipped for suspenders) and the decision will be made: Bow tie or no bow tie?  If Jonathan has his way, it’s bow tie for sure.

Next up, a dress for my MoH …

On Trial.

This past weekend we had our hair & make-up trials, set up by our wedding planner Cheryl. We took the bus downtown to the East Village to meet with hair stylist Jill Hammelman and make-up artist Sharon Becker.

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Top of the Mornin’

We arrived with bare faces and unkept hair, and as if they’d known us forever, the ladies offered us mimosas. Green mimosas, in honor of St. Patrick’s Day.

Then we got down to business. I talked hair extensions with Jill as she set my hair and Sharon did Sam’s make-up, then I snapped a close-up of myself before we switched spots.

photo-60I spent most of my make-up application telling Sharon that I am positively not going to cry at our wedding. “I’m just not like that,” I said. Then Jill finished Sam’s hair, and she looked incredible. Then something happened. When Sam’s mom married Sam’s dad, she wore a very cool headpiece at the wedding. Sam always planned to wear it someday for her own wedding. In the wake of her death, honoring her mother feels more imperative than ever. Jill and Sam played around with the headpiece until they got it just right, and as I looked over at Sam I caught a glimpse of her mother Penny. Sam looked so beautiful, and she looked just like her mom. In that brief moment I totally lost my cool, and as I harnessed my emotions I said, to no one in particular, “Well, okay, I might cry at our wedding.”

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Close-up, pre-hair.

That headpiece, however, will just have to be a surprise.

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Nothing like a full face of make-up on a Saturday afternoon.
Will I master control of that wonky eye before the wedding? Probably not.

The end results will, of course, be tweaked for our wedding day, but we loved Sharon and Jill and more importantly, we loved their work. We had a blast and we can’t wait until September 7th when they transform us into glamazons for our special day.

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Jill and Sharon, who worked some real magic on us.

Alter Egos

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My Favorite. People were staring as we crossed the street because our dogs Luda and Winston are adorable, we looked ridiculous, and we had photographers following us.

Remember how I told you that Grazia, a British women’s magazine, wanted to do an interview with us, as well as a photo shoot? Well that happened, and we did it, cause why not?! I asked to proof read the final draft, which they agreed to, and when I did I mentioned a few mistakes (Sam is originally from New Jersey, for instance, not the Midwest. I realize the difference means nothing to the Brits, but it does to Americans) I was assured these tweaks would be made. They weren’t. Is it the end of the world? Absolutely not, especially since this is a British magazine and I don’t know anyone who will ever read it. When I read it, the article actually sounds like a British girl telling a similar story to my own, rather than me telling my story, or us telling our story… Oh well. (I apparently had a boyfriend when I met Sam, and when we weren’t together I slept with other women – both false)

The good news; the amazing photographer Circe sent us some of the best images from the shoot. They’re pretty wild, but definitely entertaining. We’re wearing ridiculous outfits, the oddest mixes of our own clothes. It was really fun though, So I thought I’d share a few.

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Cutie pie!

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We didn’t know how to pose so we spent most of the day laughing nervously.

Recap:

It can’t all be glamorous right? So this post is just a check-in of where we’re at about 6 months from the wedding.

SIX MONTHS!?!

This week we:

  •  Went over our wedding contract with our amazing wedding coordinator and culinary mastermind, Stephanie and Lisa at Cedar Lakes.
  • Sent our selected ceremony readings to our Celebrant Elizabeth. (Sam also sent out her questionnaire, on time. I got an extension. Bad student!)
  • Sent our invitation suite wording to Breck at Sesame Letter Press, who in turn sent us  a .pdf of our suite. We will be finalizing with him this week.
  • Planned a Monday morning phone call with Cheryl, our planner.
  • Booked a hair and make up trial for next weekend (So excited. So nervous)
  • Got on top of bach planning (Post on those to come. Let me just say they’re both going to be totally out of control)
  • Made appointments to finish gift registries
  • Sent out accommodation info to family
  • Checked in with John Ragusa, who found us one of our wedding’s most important elements; the band!
  • Discussed the fact that we need to purchase and finalize wedding favors (Does that count as something we got done? I just like crossing things off lists … )

According to our Wedding Workbook (printed and included in the Wedding Binder courtesy of Sam) we are pretty on top of everything. I think the next 2-3 months are going to be really busy for us with wedding stuff, but amazing busy like tasting cake and choosing my wedding band. Sam chose her wedding band in December. She saw a photo on the web, we drove to Philly and she put down a deposit that day. I’m not quite so easy and I don’t know what I want! We do need to finish reserving important rentals like golf carts, and I’m not going to worry about the bullet that reads: Buy stockings and any special lingerie your dress requires (My goal for my wedding was NO SPANX! I love dressing up and I definitely have an assortment of uncomfortable under garments, but for my wedding I’m going as glam as I can as comfortably as I can)

So we’re on track! All is well. Oh, Sam also bought amazing wedding shoes. I’ll post a picture of those soon, if I can get her permission. We also went to see our band last week when they played a show at Prohibition. They are not only super gracious and very cool, but they seriously rock. I cannot even wait to go nuts to some Honky Tonk Woman!!

I Repeat Myself.

A lot.

Ya know how I like to talk about how much fun it is to try on absolutely ridiculous couture wedding gowns? So I went on a very last-minute secret trip to try on wedding dresses with my friend Kate a few months ago. I tried on all sorts of crazy stuff, and the two of us got carried away. I mean we got swept up, big time, and it wasn’t until later, when we were having cocktails and talking it out that we both admitted that this dress, which we referred to as the “Swan Lake,” was totally inappropriate for me, for a few reasons. I am essentially getting married in the woods and I am not a bride who can stand still for very long. I will be eating, drinking, dancing, sitting down, bending over (I drop stuff) and throwing my arms all over the place … but just look at this dress.

The lovely lady working with me that afternoon brought this over to me, “fresh off the runway,” she told us, and she wasn’t lying because they had to stuff me into this thing! It had been altered to fit a girl who was probably my height but about 40 pounds thinner. The boob cups were a touch lopsided and my own breasts were somewhere else altogether but it did not even matter because I put this dress on twice and then stood in front of the mirror in the middle of the shop so that Kate and I could just stare at it. Honestly, I’ve never looked better. In a few years when I’m fat I am going to reach into the depths of my mind for the image of my body in this gown.

This dress is Mark Zunino and yes, the front is gorgeous:

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Both photos are property of Mark Zunino, featured on Bridal Guide.

… But just look at the back. Stunning.

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As you can see this is not me. If you’re going for a jaw-dropping gown and you think a woman’s back is as sexy as I do, then go put this thing on and you too will feel like you’re about to win a gold medal in figure skating at the next winter Olympics.