Numbering the Tables

One of the pros (or maybe it's a con, I haven't decided yet) of a long engagement is having all the time in the world to make a decision. A lot of my ideas have kind of morphed and evolved over time. One of the less important details, but one I can't stop thinking about right now is the table numbers.

Image via Muppet Wiki / Oh and whenever I think about table numbers I think about Count von Count. One table, AH AH AH! Two tables, AH AH AH! Yes, I am five years old.

Before we even chose our venue I was looking at table numbers and centerpieces.

Image via Wedding Centerpiece Ideas / As a wine lover, I am heads over heels for these entire centerpiece.

I've looked at millions of inspiration photos, but my favorite so far has been the "Through the Years" table numbers that Mrs. Jellyfish created:

On Being Thankful

It can be hard sometimes when you are running around trying to plan a wedding while going to work or going to school or being a mom or buying a house or doing whatever it is you are trying to do in your life.

It's so easy to get caught up and too busy and too stressed and too whatever. Sometimes we need to just take a time out and count our blessings.

I realized that I haven't done that in a while and since it's Thanksgiving weekend and all that's exactly what I'm going to do.

Bridal Show Shenanigans

A few months after the engagement Momma Coyote, MOH D and I went to a bridal show. I don't really even know why we went... I guess because everyone in the world was telling me to and all the cool kids are doing it and I give in to peer pressure like that. (Do as I say... Not as I do!)

The bridal show was half fun, half overwhelming. Some people like the attention. Me? Not so much.

First of all, the place was INSANE. It was soooo crowded with booths and brides and PEOPLE. And honestly, all of those vendors kiiiiind of felt like vultures to me. Oh and heaven forbid you even gave them a sideways glance... They freakin' pounced! They either wanted to book you on the spot or have you write down your life story on their stupid sign-on sheet. I know, I know... They're just doing their job. But yeesh, let a bride breathe!

Surprise Ending: He Put a Ring on It!

Okay, maybe we're not so shocked.

Now, first before I share this story with you I need to be up front.

My name is Miss Coyote and I am a control freak.

Seriously. I watch David Tutera get in there and change a couple's wedding two weeks before and I have a panic attack. I once turned to Mr. C and asked him, "Can you imagine if we were on this show? I don't know if I could handle it!" He started laughing and told me that I wouldn't let poor David out of my sight until he showed me the entire blueprint for the day. Stay away David, stay far away. You've been warned.

Because of this I was pretty involved in picking out the ring. For a while I was obsessed with side stones. I spent way too much time staring at rings like this:

Image via Blue Nile

Image via Blue Nile

 

Image via Blue Nile

But then we went to a few jewelry shops together and once I tried them on... They just didn't feel right. I tried on a few different styles and did find a few things that I liked, but ultimately I left the decision up to him.