Planning a wedding is tricky.
It starts out with one thing and then suddenly it’s a hundred million things and you can’t sleep at night because you’re thinking about the hotel gift bags and did you remember to order the cookies and why are you being so insane this is totally not you when did you turn into such a #BRIDETOBE?????
So last weekend I made a trip out to Steamboat with my mom and sister to figure some stuff out.
*Steamboat Springs is the name of the town in Colorado, I am not actually getting married on a steamboat. But I don’t hate the idea of that.
Also, planning a wedding from hundreds of miles away is slightly more difficult than I knew. My wedding planners are my mom, sister, Chris’s mom, and all of my friends. So while I’m very thankful to have the help that I do, I can understand why people have wedding planners. They take care of that stuff that no one else wants to do.
Like setting appointments. So many damn appointments.
I realized a few weeks ago I had overlooked some very important details, like getting a cake, booking a stylist, ext, but luckily a friend of mine who is an awesome wedding planner in Denver swooped in and graciously sent 100 contacts my way in no time. It’s as if she just heard someone mutter the word wedding and bells went off in her ears. That to me is the magic of having a wedding planner, or what I think anyway. People like Emily Hagen know who to call, and more importantly, they know not to forget to call those people.
Did I mention I’m not good at details? At the flower place the florist asked me what kind of flowers I like and I said “the pretty ones.”
However, when I met with the hair and makeup gals I had a pretty clear vision. I told the hair stylist I wanted “chic vintage curls.” And so we tried “chic vintage curls” and I did not look chic. Vintage perhaps, like in the way people look when they get older. The problem wasn’t the stylist, she’s great, the problem was the style didn’t fit my face.
Not to mention the ceremony and reception are outside, by a lake no less. So “chic” probably isn’t a style I should aim for when being outdoors for twelve hours.
But do you know what is? BIG. Big hair that only gets bigger outside. Oh, how I love big hair. And I don’t care what anyone thinks! There’s a pageant girl inside of me dying to compete at the Madison County Fair. And so I’ve ditched “vintage chic” and my new look I’m going for is “modern Jon Benet.”
I’ve had a deep fascination with that sweet baby angel ever since my great grandma Grace used to save every tabloid with her face on it and give them to me when I came to visit. We’re not talking about US magazine here, my grandma Grace only bought the tabloids that came on newspaper style paper. The tabloids that predicted aliens were about to take over earth ANY DAY!
So what do we think? Too much? Good. That’s what I’m going for.
Google “Jessica Simpson big hair” and you’ll see my hair inspo. We all remember when she showed up on the red carpet in that open back black dress looking itty bitty, with a mop of curly blonde hair that nearly covered her. It was wonderful.
So now to find makeup to match my hair. Thanks to Emily’s suggestions, I found a great makeup artist in Denver, Brooke Rock. I went to her studio on Sunday for a trial and had no idea what to expect. I know this might surprise you, but I can be a little finicky when it comes to letting people touch my face.
But Brooke was totally awesome and made me feel right at ease. She let me list out every insecurity I have about my face, which is something I feel the need to do, it’s like I get this urge to say, hey just in case you haven’t seen every single flaw on my face, I’m going to go ahead and point them all out to make sure you do!
So I’m a real gem to work with, luckily Brooke didn’t mind.
As you can tell her home studio is super cute. And when it came time to do my makeup, I just told her to do her thing. She gave me brows, eyes, and an even skin tone! What more could a girl ask for?
At the very end I requested a bold red lip. Go big or go home. I know most suggest a more subtle lip color for their wedding, but not me. Remember, I’m going for glam!
Glam in the mountains. Why the hell not?!
I may talk a big game, but I’ll admit the red was a little much for me. I told Brooke to keep it on hand, but I may chicken out and go with something a lot more neutral. But hey, maybe the red will come out for the reception. Anything is possible.
Also yes, I’ll be removing my nose ring for the ceremony even though I’m not happy about it. How else will be people know I’m edgy and hip? Ugh. Being a bride is so much pressure.
So much to do. So little time. Don’t worry, I’ll be back tomorrow with a BIG announcement.