<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718883986340150313</id><updated>2012-02-06T20:55:51.243-08:00</updated><category term='Dresses'/><category term='Accessories'/><category term='Favors'/><title type='text'>Wedding Pearls of Wisdom</title><subtitle type='html'>"The pearl is the queen of gems &amp; the gems of queens."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455239998217522885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/StacyMChapman/RrE9MArPOYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oLK14MfoSLw/DSCN1410.JPG?imgmax=512'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718883986340150313.post-8413623818963927344</id><published>2007-08-14T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T08:10:35.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing You Good Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.st-andrews.ac.uk/~ulf/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.st-andrews.ac.uk/~ulf/rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, on a personal note, I am having a string of bad luck lately. Day after day it is one thing or another. Nothing major, but when all put together I really need for my luck to change. So I thought I would write about wedding luck. Take this with a grain of salt because if all of this is true, I have nothing but misfortune ahead!! Yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first worrisome fact is that Saturday (the most popular wedding day and the day I was married) is not the best day of the week to choose. The saying goes like this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt; for health,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt; for wealth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; best of all, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt; for losses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; for crosses, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; no luck at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next tidbit relates to what month you are married (note that my wedding month, May, is not so wonderful): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Married &lt;strong&gt;when the year is new&lt;/strong&gt; and he'll be loving, kind and true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When &lt;strong&gt;February&lt;/strong&gt; birds do mate, you wed nor dread your fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you wed when &lt;strong&gt;March&lt;/strong&gt; winds blow, joy and sorrow both you'll know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marry in &lt;strong&gt;April&lt;/strong&gt; when you can, joy for maiden and for man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marry in the month of &lt;strong&gt;May&lt;/strong&gt; and your surely rue the day.&lt;br /&gt;Marry while &lt;strong&gt;June&lt;/strong&gt; roses grow, over land and sea you'll go.&lt;br /&gt;Those who in &lt;strong&gt;July&lt;/strong&gt; do wed, must labor for their daily bread.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever wed in &lt;strong&gt;August&lt;/strong&gt; be, many a change is sure to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marry in &lt;strong&gt;September&lt;/strong&gt;'s shrine, you'll be living rich and fine.&lt;br /&gt;If in &lt;strong&gt;October&lt;/strong&gt; you do marry, love will come but riches will tarry.&lt;br /&gt;If you wed in bleak&lt;strong&gt; November&lt;/strong&gt;, only joys will come remember.&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;strong&gt;December&lt;/strong&gt; snows fall fast, marry and true love will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then there is the issue of colors. Since the majority of the brides wear white or ivory, I will take this to include bridesmaid dresses (once again, my mocha bridesmaids are doing me in in the luck department as I love my hometown). Maybe we can extend it to flowers also if we are pushing it: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Married in &lt;strong&gt;white&lt;/strong&gt;, you have chosen right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Married in &lt;strong&gt;grey&lt;/strong&gt;, you'll go far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Married in &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt;, you'll wish yourself back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Married in &lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt;, you'll wish yourself dead. (NOT a fan of this one) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Married in &lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt;, ashamed to be seen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Married in &lt;strong&gt;blue,&lt;/strong&gt; you'll always be true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Married in &lt;strong&gt;pearl&lt;/strong&gt;, you'll live in a whirl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Married in &lt;strong&gt;yellow&lt;/strong&gt;, ashamed of your fellow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Married in &lt;strong&gt;brown&lt;/strong&gt;, you'll live out of town. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Married in &lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;/strong&gt;, your spirit will sink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some random things that denote good or bad luck on your wedding day: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad Luck&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the groom to see the bride before the wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If the groom drops the wedding band during the ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To practice writing your new married name before the wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To wear your complete outfit before the ceremony. Many brides often leave one stitch out of their dress to ward off this superstition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Luck&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To see a black cat on your wedding day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For it to rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seeing a raibow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meeting a chimney sweep (not likely in this day in age). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To see a police man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Superstitions - Things we can do to help&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue and a sixpence in her shoe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For good luck, the first gift the bride opens should be the first gift she uses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The new bride must enter the home through the front door and must not trip or fall (why we get carried over the threshold).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is said that looking in the mirror just before you leave your home for the ceremony is good luck. However, any peek in the mirror after that before the ceremony will bring bad luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And lastly, some random factoids to expand our mind for the day&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is believed that at your shower the person who gave you the 3rd gift you opened will be the next to become pregnant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If a girl sleeps with a piece of the wedding cake under her pillow she will dream of her future husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You always hear of ladies wanting to be a "June Bride". This actually dates back to the 1400's because May is when people took their annual bath. So then in June, everyone would smell fresh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Roman times, May was a bad month to get married because that is when the Feast of the Dead occurrs (once again, great news for me). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brides used to wear silver. It was Queen Victoria who defied this tradition and wore white. All of her subjects wanted to be in fashion and copied the Queen resulting in a new tradition of white wedding gowns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The veil now represents purity. But in the days of old it was to trick the evil spirits from seeing the bride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Having bridesmaids all dressed alike was to trick the evil spirits into not knowing which one was the bride. When this tradition was in it's prime, the bridesmaids would wear white along with the bride to trick those pesky spirits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again with the evil spirits - tying cans to the back of the newlywed's car came from tying items on the back of horse carriages to make noise to scare away the evil spirits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Superstition says that the first person to buy an item after the marriage will be the dominant one in the relationship. And as a result of this, many brides arrange to purchase something from one of their bridesmaids immediately following the ceremony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I love this last fact! Shows how smart the brides can be since the groom didn't come up with it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well that is all I have for today. I hope this gives you some wedding conversation starters. Now when your husband to be complains that all you care about it flowers and dresses you can tell him that you care about your future very much and you need those colored flowers to ensure your future happiness :) Do you like how I can justify just about anything? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718883986340150313-8413623818963927344?l=weddingpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8413623818963927344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718883986340150313&amp;postID=8413623818963927344' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/8413623818963927344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/8413623818963927344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/2007/08/wishing-you-good-luck.html' title='Wishing You Good Luck'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455239998217522885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/StacyMChapman/RrE9MArPOYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oLK14MfoSLw/DSCN1410.JPG?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718883986340150313.post-1464564687455209817</id><published>2007-08-04T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T06:13:50.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dresses'/><title type='text'>Trash The Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bluenaluphotography.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.bluenaluphotography.com/krisleanna/bnp-kl2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Blue Nalu Photography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I finally put &lt;a href="http://trashthedress.com/"&gt;Trash the Dress&lt;/a&gt; (TTD) in my blogroll, so I thought it deserved a little spotlight. TTD is just what you would imagine it to be. "The Dress" being your beloved pristine wedding gown and then you trash it. Literally. The couple above took it to a new extreme level and I LOVE it - but a lot of times it just involves fun frolics in the ocean with your new husband, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will be the first to admit that I did not have the guts to trash &lt;a href="http://www.brides.com/fashion/dresses/gallery/runway/designer/carolinaherrera/detail/126789/?ff=Bride&amp;f=Wedding+Gown+Designer%3ACarolina+Herrera&amp;amp;max=Wedding+Gown+Designer&amp;offset=38&amp;amp;page=5"&gt;my dress&lt;/a&gt;. First of all spending an absurd amount of money on a dress you wear for one day seemed bad enough, but now I was going to trash Ms. Herrera? Now that is just blasphemy! However, every time I see new photos displayed on this edgy website, I get a tinge of....not regret....but a little voice inside me wishes I was a bit more daring! I envy those who have the confidence enough in themselves to even book a photography session like this! I imagine it to be very liberating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Simply put, hiring the right photographer and letting go of all inhibitions make for some truly inspiring photos...it is like the following brides stepped right out of a magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If this even slightly appeals to you I urge you to look into it! There is only going to be one opportunity for you to wear your dress and so if you can drag out that moment any longer - good for you! You really will treasure the photographs for years upon years to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can get more information on the &lt;a href="http://www.trashthedress.com/"&gt;TTD&lt;/a&gt; site. A popular thing to do is hold a "Trash Bash" in your local area. Find a bunch of recent brides that are wanting to do this and share the cost of the photographers time. I think it would be ridiculously fun to have 15 brides on a beach running around and playing. Again, check out TTD to find out more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Below are some photos of some real brides/knottie friends of mine who trashed their dresses. They will tell you they had an amazing time and it shows on their faces! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.theknot.com/cs/ks/user/page.aspx?username=stellablue96"&gt;Sarah and Eric&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mpix.com/GetImage.aspx?a=39785976&amp;b=uvuq80lcrp55hh1lk5bq&amp;amp;c=b&amp;d=0"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.mpix.com/GetImage.aspx?a=39785976&amp;b=uvuq80lcrp55hh1lk5bq&amp;amp;c=b&amp;d=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mpix.com/GetImage.aspx?a=39788918&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;b=vuxy4kewum6hm3ugr84q&amp;c=b&amp;amp;d=270"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.mpix.com/GetImage.aspx?a=39788918&amp;b=vuxy4kewum6hm3ugr84q&amp;amp;c=b&amp;d=270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.theknot.com/cs/ks/user/page.aspx?username=saj1139"&gt;Shelby and Drew &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dJIsANj9jk/RrUzZArPPVI/AAAAAAAAAQo/hYKlwYrM1Fk/s1600-h/ttd_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095035058210684242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dJIsANj9jk/RrUzZArPPVI/AAAAAAAAAQo/hYKlwYrM1Fk/s320/ttd_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dJIsANj9jk/RrUzZArPPWI/AAAAAAAAAQw/5yJRuUtI2S8/s1600-h/ttd_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095035058210684258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dJIsANj9jk/RrUzZArPPWI/AAAAAAAAAQw/5yJRuUtI2S8/s320/ttd_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dJIsANj9jk/RrUzZQrPPXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3XTEuKcagEM/s1600-h/ttd_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095035062505651570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dJIsANj9jk/RrUzZQrPPXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3XTEuKcagEM/s320/ttd_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.theknot.com/cs/ks/user/page.aspx?username=eminbmore"&gt;Emily and Phil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dJIsANj9jk/RrUzZgrPPYI/AAAAAAAAARA/w81TKbRluzw/s1600-h/emily1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095035066800618882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9dJIsANj9jk/RrUzZgrPPYI/AAAAAAAAARA/w81TKbRluzw/s320/emily1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ%7C%3Dup6RKKt%3AxxWtUq4PJ-ofrj%3DQofrj7t%3DzrRfDUX%3AeQaQxg%3Dr%3F87KR6xqpxQQaaxGGexa0lxv8uOc5xQQQJPJPePPJQlqpfVtB%3F*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gXPea%7CRup6G0G%7C/of=50,590,394"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6aQQ%7C%3Dup6RKKt%3AxxWtUq4PJ-ofrj%3DQofrj7t%3DzrRfDUX%3AeQaQxg%3Dr%3F87KR6xqpxQQaaxGGexa0lxv8uOc5xQQQJPJPePPJQlqpfVtB%3F*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gXPea%7CRup6G0G%7C/of=50,590,394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6G0G%7C%3Dup6RKKt%3AxxWtUq4PG-ofrj%3DQofrj7t%3DzrRfDUX%3AeQaQxg%3Dr%3F87KR6xqpxQQaaxGGexa0lxv8uOc5xQQQJPJPePPJP0qpfVtB%3F*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gXPa0%7CRup6aQQ%7C/of=50,296,442"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://render2.snapfish.com/render2/is=Yup6G0G%7C%3Dup6RKKt%3AxxWtUq4PG-ofrj%3DQofrj7t%3DzrRfDUX%3AeQaQxg%3Dr%3F87KR6xqpxQQaaxGGexa0lxv8uOc5xQQQJPJPePPJP0qpfVtB%3F*KUp7BHSHqqy7XH6gXPa0%7CRup6aQQ%7C/of=50,296,442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.theknot.com/cs/ks/user/page.aspx?username=pinkpepper"&gt;Rachel and Jack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1ekiko6NNE/Rmh_24pzKHI/AAAAAAAAAa4/M14mWsdAdUA/s400/rachel28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1ekiko6NNE/Rmh_24pzKHI/AAAAAAAAAa4/M14mWsdAdUA/s400/rachel28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1ekiko6NNE/Rmh_sIpzKFI/AAAAAAAAAao/bRaDyYuXGtQ/s400/rachel31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1ekiko6NNE/Rmh_sIpzKFI/AAAAAAAAAao/bRaDyYuXGtQ/s400/rachel31.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1ekiko6NNE/Rmh_Q4pzKAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Cjxg55IP3a4/s400/rachel36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D1ekiko6NNE/Rmh_Q4pzKAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Cjxg55IP3a4/s400/rachel36.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let loose and have fun getting "Trashed" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718883986340150313-1464564687455209817?l=weddingpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1464564687455209817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718883986340150313&amp;postID=1464564687455209817' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/1464564687455209817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/1464564687455209817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/2007/08/trash-dress.html' title='Trash The Dress'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455239998217522885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/StacyMChapman/RrE9MArPOYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oLK14MfoSLw/DSCN1410.JPG?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dJIsANj9jk/RrUzZArPPVI/AAAAAAAAAQo/hYKlwYrM1Fk/s72-c/ttd_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718883986340150313.post-8081964869882733744</id><published>2007-08-04T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T17:24:27.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Look!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So instead of writing thank you notes and doing laundry like I was supposed to today, I gave Wedding Pearls a new look!  How do you like it?  Leave a comment if you preferred the old layout and overall look better as I would love to hear from you!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718883986340150313-8081964869882733744?l=weddingpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8081964869882733744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718883986340150313&amp;postID=8081964869882733744' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/8081964869882733744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/8081964869882733744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/2007/08/our-new-look.html' title='Our New Look!'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455239998217522885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/StacyMChapman/RrE9MArPOYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oLK14MfoSLw/DSCN1410.JPG?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718883986340150313.post-8394874461911836399</id><published>2007-08-03T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T06:45:35.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timothy and Katharine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today's entry is on a personal note - I am back from my Houston weekend getaway. As you know, I went to a very near and dear friend's wedding with my husband last weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First let me say that I LOVE TEXAS!! Specifically, Houston. I just loved it! Everyone was sooo nice, the weather was gorgeous (although humid), the town was hustling and bustling without being too overbearing, the crowd was young and seemingly up and coming, the shopping made me extremely happy - it was all just fabulous, definitely want to go back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think this was the *first* wedding (as a guest) where I had a LOT of emotion involved. I have been to friends' weddings before. Even my bridesmaid got married before me and I was at her wedding, but this was the most sentimental. As I said, my gorgeous and kind bridesmaid, Becky, got married a year before me and I was very invested in the wedding and loved the two of them so much, but since I knew her now husband so well, there was more of a sense of calm about my emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tim is a &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; friend of mine. You will never hear me speak more highly about an individual in my life. We went to high school together and even to college together and yet we never dated (a fete my husband does not believe and my mother wish she could have changed). Then he moved out to Houston to complete his post graduate work and got engaged to Kate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had never met her before and while I trusted in his judgment, I was still hesitant. I don't even consider myself good enough for this caring guy so WHO would be good enough for the person I hold on the highest pedestal of all? Well, as far as I can tell, she is! I was elated upon meeting her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I can tell you why she is special too - it isn't just a hunch, but more of the little things she did to make sure she became my friend and not just know me a bit through Tim. Many girls could have been bothered by the bond that Tim and I had, but instead, she emailed me directly (more than once) telling me how she can't wait to meet me, she became my friend on My Space, etc. It was GENUINE - a quality I don't think I ever &lt;em&gt;fully&lt;/em&gt; felt from someone in that situation before. I truly felt that since I was important to Tim, I was important to her, and I felt the same way right back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So here me and my husband are, sitting in the church - giving the eyes to Tim (I am giving the eyes, hubby is just sweating because we are in Texas) - hoping that he KNOWS how much I love and support him....here we are - can you picture it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, now the doors open and here comes this breath of fresh air - young and drop dead gorgeous bride!! I am kind of just standing there at this point wondering how Tim and I grew up in the blink of an eye and are old enough to be getting married (our weddings were a mere 2 months from each other). I almost wanted to press pause and ponder it for a while (preferably back at Florida State with some Pokey Sticks, but that is another story). Kate is with her dad, walking down the aisle, and she spots me....from pictures, she just spots me (granted I made sure I got the prime aisle seat, but whatever)....so she looks at me and seriously takes a moment (during her grand, look at me moment, only time she will walk down the aisle ever) and whispers "Hi Stacy" in the cheeriest whisper EVER! Well, needless to say I had verification right then and there that she IS special and I started crying for the remainder of the ceremony. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Without giving away the personals - their ceremony was in a quaint chapel with gorgeous gold metallic tiling on the walls and indoor columns. The preacher was very Texan and I loved listening to the drawl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The reception was at Hungry's Bistro, one of their favorite hot spots. The owner, Ash (don't quote me on that one as I had a &lt;em&gt;few &lt;/em&gt;glasses of vino at the point of introduction) was so very kind to all of the guests and was quite the storyteller too - great guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The couple are presently honeymooning somewhere wonderful in Napa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I admit that I am a TERRIBLE person here for taking extremely limited photos - but my camera did not fit well into my pretty red clutch I was carrying, and we didn't know too many people, so the camera didn't come out much....but here is what I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE HAPPY COUPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh6.google.com/StacyMChapman/RrE9iQrPOqI/AAAAAAAAALE/8LmTLHNZxwc/DSCN1434.JPG?imgmax=512" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME AND THE HUSBAND &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(excuse the ciggy terrible habit of his!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="254" alt="" src="http://lh3.google.com/StacyMChapman/RrE9pgrPOxI/AAAAAAAAAL8/icydYfp5Mlw/DSCN1442.JPG?imgmax=512" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEST PICTURE EVER - OLD FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(me and the groom of the hour)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="269" alt="" src="http://lh4.google.com/StacyMChapman/RrE9wwrPO3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/lCCTNkp6b2c/DSCN1450.JPG?imgmax=512" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the end of the night, I had to try to grab my friend and let him know how much he meant to me...it wasn't coming out well, but I hope he got it. I wish them a lifetime of happiness and I know they shall have it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;CHEERS! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718883986340150313-8394874461911836399?l=weddingpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8394874461911836399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718883986340150313&amp;postID=8394874461911836399' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/8394874461911836399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/8394874461911836399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/2007/08/timothy-and-katherine.html' title='Timothy and Katharine'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455239998217522885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/StacyMChapman/RrE9MArPOYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oLK14MfoSLw/DSCN1410.JPG?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718883986340150313.post-8754300349430120457</id><published>2007-07-27T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T07:56:16.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the Chapel</title><content type='html'>The Rice University Chapel that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I are out of town this weekend going to a dear friend's wedding in Houston!! Since he is probably one of the most  charismatic, smart (seriously he is the smartest person I know and I would venture to say he is the smartest person most of his friends know) and sincere people I have ever met, I am thrilled to see him on the happiest day of his life!  We have been great friends since the ripe old age of 16!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was promised great music (a jazz band from New Orleans) so I hope to have some photos and reviews to report when I get back.  (Although no promises since my clutch is a bit too small for my camera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718883986340150313-8754300349430120457?l=weddingpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8754300349430120457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718883986340150313&amp;postID=8754300349430120457' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/8754300349430120457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/8754300349430120457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/2007/07/going-to-chapel.html' title='Going to the Chapel'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455239998217522885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/StacyMChapman/RrE9MArPOYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oLK14MfoSLw/DSCN1410.JPG?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718883986340150313.post-1745203901102660472</id><published>2007-07-15T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T18:00:16.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Is "In" - Sun is "Out"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;prayed&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;to God &lt;/strong&gt;(literally) that it wouldn't rain on my wedding day. I &lt;strong&gt;searched&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;historical records &lt;/strong&gt;for my local area to find out that there has only been a tenth of an inch of rain on May 19th in the last ten years! I &lt;strong&gt;pleaded&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;with the clouds and sun gods&lt;/strong&gt; when I felt a "rain like burst of wind" come through my backyard on my wedding day. I &lt;strong&gt;attempted to hide &lt;/strong&gt;my neurotic rain issues from everyone around me so I wouldn't hear the "don't worries" or the even more dreaded "rain on your wedding day is good luck" bull @#$#.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for me, my day turned out sunny as can be. But I am here now to tell you NOT to worry about it. Seriously. It rained on my bridesmaid's wedding day and she was so upset that she wouldn't get the outdoor photos and I was so upset for her. If I had seen the following photos then as opposed to now, I would have told her to EMBRACE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite examples of why rain is "in" are these gorgeous photos of my friend Rachel's wedding to her adorable hubby Jack. She is the one that I feel green with envy about in terms of photography (another issue I will delve into later). More of her utterly outstanding photos can be seen on Mandi Marie's blog which is linked to the right of your screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the (beautiful) storm clouds closing in? I wonder if at that moment Rachel was thinking "Crap this is really going to put a kink in my plans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1ekiko6NNE/RmdtxYpzJtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/vwrEqoBxJac/s400/24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1ekiko6NNE/RmdtxYpzJtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/vwrEqoBxJac/s400/24.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, her and Jack are thinking "Hurry up and smile honey, we better get inside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1ekiko6NNE/RmdtQopzJnI/AAAAAAAAAW4/D_ikTGTa9co/s400/31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1ekiko6NNE/RmdtQopzJnI/AAAAAAAAAW4/D_ikTGTa9co/s400/31.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here the lovely newlyweds are doing the dance of joy saying "It may have drizzled, but our photos are going to AMAZING!!!" This is my absolute favorite of all! I seriously stare at these photos non-stop because they had such a beautiful location (Rockhouse Negril), are beautiful people, and had a gifted photog to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1ekiko6NNE/RmdtLopzJmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cBaz7wdQ6xg/s400/33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D1ekiko6NNE/RmdtLopzJmI/AAAAAAAAAWw/cBaz7wdQ6xg/s400/33.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid around by interjecting my comments, but I seriously doubt tornados would really upset any bride because once you are there, you don't care about anything other than marring your beloved. And since I know Rachel, I can say that only she could embrace the rain as good naturedly and laid back as she did because she is just that sort of bride that professionals would die to work with. So we should all learn something from her photos (since my obsession is apparent - I will probably spot light her more when she gets more of her photos in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other rainy day brides that made the most of it are knotties: &lt;a href="http://community.theknot.com/cs/ks/user/default.aspx?UserName=DRZWife"&gt;Drzwife&lt;/a&gt; and Minotosgirl (currently cannot find her bio).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drzwife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dJIsANj9jk/Rpq_Gi90tlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gk9Gtn5FsAQ/s1600-h/drzwife+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087588848254629458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dJIsANj9jk/Rpq_Gi90tlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gk9Gtn5FsAQ/s320/drzwife+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dJIsANj9jk/Rpq_Gi90tmI/AAAAAAAAABY/b44ba-9-fto/s1600-h/drzwife+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087588848254629474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9dJIsANj9jk/Rpq_Gi90tmI/AAAAAAAAABY/b44ba-9-fto/s320/drzwife+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minotosgirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dJIsANj9jk/Rpq_Gy90tnI/AAAAAAAAABg/LxGg2XaVEGw/s1600-h/minotosgirl+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087588852549596786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dJIsANj9jk/Rpq_Gy90tnI/AAAAAAAAABg/LxGg2XaVEGw/s320/minotosgirl+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you have more great rainy day shots, leave a comment and let me know. I would love to add more to this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum up the topic: Whatever natural disasters or other supposed catastrophes come your way on your wedding day, go with it, work it, embrace it. Make it the new "in" thing because as long as you smile big like these smart brides, no one will notice it but you. And the right photographer can make any situation beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, random side note: If you are inclined to stick to the whole "rain on your wedding day is the worst possible thing that could happen to me EVER" school of thought....don't be surprised if it rains in "rainy season" in Florida or the Caribbean. Seriously. We don't call it the rainy season for kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, if you are stuck with your date make it work. Bring a chic black umbrella or a bright festive one to match your BM dresses. Bring brightly colored cheerful galoshes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718883986340150313-1745203901102660472?l=weddingpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1745203901102660472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718883986340150313&amp;postID=1745203901102660472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/1745203901102660472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/1745203901102660472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/2007/07/rain-is-in-sun-is-out.html' title='Rain Is &quot;In&quot; - Sun is &quot;Out&quot;'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455239998217522885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/StacyMChapman/RrE9MArPOYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oLK14MfoSLw/DSCN1410.JPG?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1ekiko6NNE/RmdtxYpzJtI/AAAAAAAAAXo/vwrEqoBxJac/s72-c/24.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718883986340150313.post-2952513289711647713</id><published>2007-07-13T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T06:14:48.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accessories'/><title type='text'>More Flower Clips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/hair-flowers_1952_218476"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/hair-flowers_1952_218476" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my pursuit of the perfect flower clips, I found this site.  These flowers look much more realistic that the site I posted a few weeks ago.  Some even have pretty &lt;strong&gt;pearl&lt;/strong&gt; accents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.latebloomerboutique.com/wehafl.html"&gt;Late Bloomer Boutique&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718883986340150313-2952513289711647713?l=weddingpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/2952513289711647713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718883986340150313&amp;postID=2952513289711647713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/2952513289711647713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/2952513289711647713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-flower-clips.html' title='More Flower Clips'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455239998217522885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/StacyMChapman/RrE9MArPOYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oLK14MfoSLw/DSCN1410.JPG?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718883986340150313.post-8944666999807905396</id><published>2007-07-04T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T06:15:03.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favors'/><title type='text'>Extravagant Favor Packaging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nonniewallers.com/Favors/240/favorSignature2pcPetitFour240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://nonniewallers.com/Favors/240/favorSignature2pcPetitFour240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I almost died when I stumbled onto &lt;a href="http://www.nonniewallers.com/"&gt;Nonnie Wallers' &lt;/a&gt;website!! If only I had seen this prior to my wedding I might have gone seriously over budget in the favor department!  This site offers mini cakes as gifts and truffles and petite fours as favors, but the most alluring aspect is the beautiful way they are packaged! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;For a mere $118, you can receive 19 pieces of chocolate truffels packaged in an exquisite hat box.  I really think this site is a treasure for hostess gifts, etc.  But for wedding favors...hey, if you can afford it - I envy you.  However all hope is not lost because some of these looks can EASILY be recreated with some pinking shears and a trip to the craft store.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Had I seen this site prior to my wedding, I would have definitely jazzed up my chocolate favors similar to the photo below.  I love the different patterns and the tiny bejewled belly bands (for lack of a better term) around each piece.  If anything, this site has taught me to think "inside the box" a bit more.  Go check out her site and Happy Drooling because they are JUST gorgeous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://nonniewallers.com/Favors/240/poundCakePetitFoursTurquoise240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718883986340150313-8944666999807905396?l=weddingpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/8944666999807905396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718883986340150313&amp;postID=8944666999807905396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/8944666999807905396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/8944666999807905396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/2007/07/extravagant-favor-packaging.html' title='Extravagant Favor Packaging'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455239998217522885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/StacyMChapman/RrE9MArPOYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oLK14MfoSLw/DSCN1410.JPG?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718883986340150313.post-1005292438821258275</id><published>2007-07-04T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T06:50:28.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridal Replicas</title><content type='html'>OK - I'm not even kidding! For a small fortune, you can get a doll made to your likeness wearing a replica of your wedding dress! No folks I am not pulling your leg! And I hate to admit, that Barbara Cox pulls it off quite well! Tell me this real life bride and her mini-me don't look alike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.dollsbybarbara.com/images/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively (and much more affordable) you can get just a replica wedding gown made and you can run to Toys-R-Us and buy a Barbie that looks the most like you...maybe toss her hair up into chignon and you can be immortalized as a bride on your shelf forever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.dollsbybarbara.com/images/jan07/Im000667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joke around, but this could be a potentially cute gift. The replica dollars are 24" tall which is a bit scary to me, but the Barbie sized dresses could easily be a great shower gift/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;memento&lt;/span&gt;. I am sure the future daughter's out there would love to play with "mommy" one day - and in that respect, I think the concept is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price for doll is $835 ::::choking on my latte:::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price for the Barbie dress is $150, plus the price of your Barbie doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out more go to &lt;a href="http://www.dollsbybarbara.com/"&gt;Dolls by Barbara&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718883986340150313-1005292438821258275?l=weddingpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/1005292438821258275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718883986340150313&amp;postID=1005292438821258275' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/1005292438821258275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/1005292438821258275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/2007/07/bridal-replicas.html' title='Bridal Replicas'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455239998217522885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/StacyMChapman/RrE9MArPOYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oLK14MfoSLw/DSCN1410.JPG?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718883986340150313.post-7976191970662727868</id><published>2007-07-03T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T06:14:48.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accessories'/><title type='text'>Faux Flower Clips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just a quick post today to include a website I just found online.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cliponflowers.com/"&gt;http://cliponflowers.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A lot of the destination wedding girls do similar things for their wedding day hair and at these prices, you might as well buy rather than DIY.  In my opinion, based on this site, the Orchids look the most real.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How pretty would your bridesmaids look with matching flowers in their hair! Do it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718883986340150313-7976191970662727868?l=weddingpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/7976191970662727868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718883986340150313&amp;postID=7976191970662727868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/7976191970662727868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/7976191970662727868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/2007/07/faux-flower-clips.html' title='Faux Flower Clips'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455239998217522885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/StacyMChapman/RrE9MArPOYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oLK14MfoSLw/DSCN1410.JPG?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718883986340150313.post-2303870576749835068</id><published>2007-06-20T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T17:07:01.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Cool For Pearls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OK ladies - I like would to introduce a new post activity that I hope to be able to continue. I am going to be asking married ladies a question...."If you could do it all over again....how would you change things?" We will then make that person's alternate ego wedding a board to represent it. We will also show you that person's TRUE wedding style by highlighting their real wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't want typical sappy answers like, "Oh I would have done pink roses instead of white." You HAVE to pretend you are "too cool." Why? You may ask? Because it is my game and I get to make the rules. SO you must do something completely opposite of "you" and make it chic at the same time. We will start with my board. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My board is inspired by the notion of "IF I were a super skinny super tall model with super model bridesmaids and all the money in the world, this is what my wedding would look like." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standard Disclaimer: We all obviously know that each participant loves her wedding AS IS and really wouldn't change a thing...but I am bored, so this is what we are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078291048382433042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 445px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="455" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dJIsANj9jk/Rnm2zXThhxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3t9_1lOFKV8/s400/Mood+Board+1.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My uber celeb filled wedding will take place at the &lt;a href="http://www.oneandonlyresorts.com/"&gt;One and Only &lt;/a&gt;in Palmilla, Mexico. My color palette be in the tones of a soft yellow, turquoise and a coral hue. It would include mini bridesmaid dresses from Shoshana, David Yurman and Judith Ripka jewels (which I obviously bought as presents for ALL of my guests), and minimal florals (since I am a posh super model, I don't need flowers to make my wedding special). We would be drinking lemon drops in martini glasses, but we would call them lemon de frouff (there is an accent above the "o" so we can use our accents and pronounce it lemoan...we change the name because we are trendy like that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;_________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BUT my real wedding wasn't quite like that. I am a traditional girl at heart no matter how much shopping I do on new fangled high heels and oversized purses that you can fit the kitchen sink in just because the Olsen twins say it is cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My real wedding to my husband was more like this...and I wouldn't change it in any way : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078300213842642738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="425" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9dJIsANj9jk/Rnm_I3ThhzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/84ZBiMvdXKk/s400/REAL+WEDDING+1.jpg" width="473" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find out more about my Florida wedding, please go to my bio on the knot: &lt;a href="http://community.theknot.com/cs/ks/user/page.aspx?username=StacyH%26BrianC"&gt;StacyH&amp;amp;BrianC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718883986340150313-2303870576749835068?l=weddingpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/2303870576749835068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718883986340150313&amp;postID=2303870576749835068' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/2303870576749835068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/2303870576749835068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/2007/06/too-cool-for-pearls.html' title='Too Cool For Pearls'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455239998217522885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/StacyMChapman/RrE9MArPOYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oLK14MfoSLw/DSCN1410.JPG?imgmax=512'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9dJIsANj9jk/Rnm2zXThhxI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3t9_1lOFKV8/s72-c/Mood+Board+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718883986340150313.post-5918336586087515358</id><published>2007-06-04T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T17:29:34.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini-Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I admit, I am procrastinating in doing a summary of my wedding. It seems too daunting a task to summarize something I have been waiting my entire life for! I get writer's block any time I imagine condensing such a magical evening. So, I fast forward on to my mini-moon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shutter07.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/12/004/6F/EB/9C/C6/3dN5Y67oIKCPeS95gl-VCr-9XMhLAHiU0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;DH and I decided to postpone our honeymoon and stay at the resort where we were married for a few days for a mini-moon. We hope to go on our real honeymoon in September (more on that another time). So we stayed at &lt;a href="http://www.sanibel-resort.com/"&gt;Sanibel Harbour Resort &amp; Spa&lt;/a&gt; for a few days after the wedding to relax and enjoy our first week as husband and wife. It was a little unusual since the resort was in our home town; however, hundreds of thousands of people flock to our beaches for their honeymoons or vacations each year, so why not try to view the place we grew up in the eyes of a tourist? I highly recommend doing this if you live in a tourist oriented area. It really allowed us to appreciate restaurants and little spots on the beach more as a visitor than we ever had being a resident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here is our favorite spot on San-Cap Beach. Poor DH got so sun burnt that he was out of commission for all sun-based activities for the remainder of the trip. Bless his heart though! He stuck it out like a champ because he knew I was having fun. We brought along a little picnic with us and it made for a wonderful day! You can see hubby-poo in the background wanting nothing to do with my picture taking shenanigans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shutter09.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/15/006/7E/ED/BE/1E/b3c9rZzci4-VkpLL3kfcdPCTix7UmwU90300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My main purpose in this post though is to share with you the spirit of Captiva Island! The second you set foot on the island you get a perma-smile. Everyone is strolling around with a beer in their hand and a smile on their faces. One evening, we went to my favorite restaurant of all time! &lt;a href="http://www.muckyduck.com/livebeachcam.htm"&gt;The Mucky Duck&lt;/a&gt;! The main lure of this restaurant is that it is on the beach. It is, hands down, the BEST place to watch the sunset. On any given evening, The Mucky Duck is packed during sunset. Don't get discouraged by the long wait or the huge crowds. It really thins out after sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It feels as though the entire island gathers there to watch the sun set every evening. They wait and wait and watch and take pictures. And when the sun finally goes down, everyone claps with such joy as though they were afraid the sun wouldn't make it! Every time I go, I feel like it is the first time witnessing the togetherness of everyone and the happiness surrounding the event. I even got all teary, because it is such a silly thing...to applaud the sun for setting. But it really is beautiful and you can't help but beam with happiness at witnessing the beauty of a Captiva sunset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shutter04.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/08/007/7F/2E/8D/CB/ZAOp4PH6Lh4EepQ24CknHmAiDFyWluSy0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Going....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shutter09.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/15/005/6F/99/85/73/7sNdFQHpTtRn-6clyEZZHk9voNIJ1NCn0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shutter01.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/13/005/3A/A7/FE/AB/s3IfBrM7slYRBQOblrLVr+YOQrY1KUCw0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shutter07.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/11/001/7E/BF/C8/4E/-r39u2EFC1BEJ0ZB2eD2N8Q0V7Jw1rRx0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;See how happy we are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shutter02.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/12/00A/3E/5F/38/26/txuoq3HOKeTbF1iZxYugqBHrzBxxT4K20300.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Just because my husband's hot!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(See the ring on his finger? Isn't it sexy?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shutter06.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/13/007/3B/EC/D9/95/jeeZLT+MAGeVOv+X7lzUGLaVsX+AxsZ00300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And just because I can, and because I have another cute dress on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718883986340150313-5918336586087515358?l=weddingpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/5918336586087515358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718883986340150313&amp;postID=5918336586087515358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/5918336586087515358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/5918336586087515358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/2007/06/mini-moon.html' title='Mini-Moon'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455239998217522885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/StacyMChapman/RrE9MArPOYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oLK14MfoSLw/DSCN1410.JPG?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718883986340150313.post-3988523662445529363</id><published>2007-05-31T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T17:47:06.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rehearsal Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shutter02.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/12/00A/7F/79/99/00/90ECL8xb7LVRXYXcf9+nTxIp05WK0Q2e0280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our Rehearsal Dinner (RD) was held at &lt;a href="http://www.lighthousewaterfrontrestaurant.com/"&gt;The Light House&lt;/a&gt; in Ft. Myers, Florida. I chose this venue because it has the most perfect outdoor patio overlooking the water and had great sunsets! It was also screened in (no bugs) and has a few overhead fans (for the sweltering northerners). I was so excited about this because they typically have an acoustic guitarist at the bar, so free entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, I was overly distraught to see our tables and buffet all set up INSIDE! I panicked in true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bridezilla&lt;/span&gt; style. It was the day before the wedding and I was having the official melt down. We all knew it would happen, just didn't know when. I got all snippy with the manager who claimed our contract says "inside." She then said, "Do you want me to get it and show it to you?" I flipped and said, "No, I don't want to see your doctored document." So I am still officially mad at them because they refused to seat us outside when there was no one out there. So they would not have had to inconvenience any other patron to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; us at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, our best man, Austin (who had just had his own wedding the month before us) took me aside and ever so calmly said, "Stacy, look around (then forced me to look around). You are with your family and friends so who cares where we are as long as we are together?" Ugh, how right is he?! This made me cry, partially because he was right, partially because I was stressed and partially because I was giving in to the meanie manager. But after Austin got me a glass of wine and embraced the inside-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; of it all, I had the best night of my life! All my family and friends were in one place to celebrate me and my fiance! Who could ask for more than that at that moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first night I had relaxed in weeks! I never wanted it to end. All of our favorite people in one spot and we were the life of the party. Here are my favorite photos from the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shutter05.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/03/02B/7D/D8/62/94/6GOThAnc-BgjQjFHdZ8TaaA4tkEGrFzq0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;First of all, it always makes for a better night when you are wearing a great dress! I loved mine! Fun and flirty and from &lt;a href="http://www.bananarepublic.com/browse/home.do?tid=BRAO10"&gt;Banana Republic&lt;/a&gt;. You can't have a bad time in this dress! I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shutter03.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/13/006/68/FC/8C/80/59avynJpRJTjnSKF4vp1cTFkmkvnyAiy0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Comes the Bride! And her 4 beautiful bridesmaids! At my wedding, I kept looking at them and thinking how pretty they all were! More to come on their dresses and hair later. These ladies are all sorority sisters of mine and I hope to have them in my lives for years upon years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shutter02.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/13/001/47/FB/C0/DD/sgY+s+KU4EhGxRtz+2GkPdeIF+5rStmD0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ring bearer&lt;/span&gt; EVER! This is my 1.5 year old nephew. He is adorable! And the apple of my eye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shutter10.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/12/006/75/5E/44/85/xule3h9pONJRsqcLkd5EiEhEKq7h3-5M0280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least, my oldest friend that I have. We have been friends since we were little girls (think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NKOTB&lt;/span&gt;, the 80s, splatter pain, Debbie Gibson Electric Youth and crimping irons) and she came all the way from NYC to be with me! I can't wait for the day I get to return the favor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shutter06.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/13/003/36/90/A8/24/TqhQCqAn74LedIjiB8OdPllaRB9dLt6X0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us saying goodbye to one another. We both started tearing up and one of our groomsmen, who refused to give us a moment alone, snapped a picture. The next time we will lay eyes on each other will be when I am walking down the aisle!! I am soon to be Mrs. C! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718883986340150313-3988523662445529363?l=weddingpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3988523662445529363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718883986340150313&amp;postID=3988523662445529363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/3988523662445529363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/3988523662445529363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/2007/05/rehearsal-dinner.html' title='Rehearsal Dinner'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455239998217522885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/StacyMChapman/RrE9MArPOYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oLK14MfoSLw/DSCN1410.JPG?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718883986340150313.post-4701645908539145399</id><published>2007-05-27T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T17:59:43.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridal Party Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There are many ways to appreciate your bridal party. Some people choose to pay for the party's wardrobe and accommodations, some choose to get them something to remember the day, some choose to treat your party to a day of pampering, and some choose to write the individuals in their party a letter explaining the magnitude of their friendship. Big or small it doesn't really matter, the point is to celebrate your friendship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also consider getting each of your wedding party something different.  If they are all very different personalities, there is no reason not to honor that and get them all something unique.  Luckily all my girls are close friends and are very similar in taste.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many girls are stumped on what to give their bridesmaids. I think I went a bit overboard with mine, but here is what I put in there and hopefully one aspect of it will inspire you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A pearl pendant necklace from &lt;a href="http://www.overstock.com/"&gt;http://www.overstock.com&lt;/a&gt; to wear on the day of the wedding that complimented their dresses. (NOTE: I am the queen of returns and bought 2 necklaces and figured I would just pick which one I liked best, and return the other. Overstock has a pretty strict return policy that I did NOT research with hefty "restocking fees.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A DIY photo album with pictures from the bachelorette party, shower, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A silver bracelet from &lt;a href="http://www.tiffanyandco.com/"&gt;http://www.tiffanyandco.com&lt;/a&gt;. Luckily I bought these a week before their prices went up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A home candle and body creme from Jo Malone found at &lt;a href="http://www.jomalone.com/"&gt;http://www.jomalone.com&lt;/a&gt;.  They gift wrap everything that they sell, so this cut down on some things for me to do.  (Madonna gave these as favors at a party once :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- And then for the pampering, a makeup team came to the house before the wedding and did their eye makeup.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Groomsmen &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our groomsmen didn't do much or participate much in preparation for the wedding and this group of men are much pickier than any girl on the planet! So we didn't mull this one over too much. Anything they want they go out and buy that second anyway because they are so impulsive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got them valets (a man's jewelry box) from &lt;a href="http://www.potterybarn.com/"&gt;http://www.potterybarn.com&lt;/a&gt; (see: accessories, storage, and then jewelry boxes). They were black leather and had their initials imprinted in the leather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was really proud of how I wrapped the guys' gifts by keeping with my color palette and still keeping them "manly." Feel free to steal this idea - the guys actually gave me hugs for putting so much time into wrapping their gifts!  Wrap the gift in brown kraft paper, and just print out the names on your computer in your chosen font and color.  Slice a slit into each side and feed your chosen ribbon through.  Ta da!  Manly and pretty to the eye : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shutter04.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/09/007/3F/F7/BE/CA/dVRRU-TtrGx3ZVmXY2XNf2-LdDdADnRX0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718883986340150313-4701645908539145399?l=weddingpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/4701645908539145399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718883986340150313&amp;postID=4701645908539145399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/4701645908539145399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/4701645908539145399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/2007/05/bridal-party-gifts.html' title='Bridal Party Gifts'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455239998217522885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/StacyMChapman/RrE9MArPOYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oLK14MfoSLw/DSCN1410.JPG?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718883986340150313.post-7544342561165058887</id><published>2007-05-27T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T17:45:29.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of the Out of Towner's Gift Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shutter08.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/13/002/0B/99/EA/C3/jHSFQZxCGaMgRHC97WOxJUKROQD6BSNn0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shutter08.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/13/002/0B/99/EA/C3/jHSFQZxCGaMgRHC97WOxJUKROQD6BSNn0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a lot of compliments on my OOT bags, so I wanted to give them a little spotlight today. Many people do them for guests who are traveling to your wedding from out of town and are staying in a hotel. These guests many times do not have the luxury of getting online and mapquesting directions they forgot, nor did they remember to get water and Advil for the killer hangover they are going to have the day after your wedding. A gift bag is an attempt to make these guests feel thought of and make their stay a bit easier on them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, I urge you to be creative and keep your eye out well in advance. Gift bags will always do, but I found these straw beach style totes at the Bealls Outlet (found in most Florida cities) on sale from $20.00 down to $3.00 a piece! So now they have a beach bag or purse along with all the goodies inside!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shutter06.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/11/009/6A/FD/F4/A9/pEBNLtA0gE3BZDFXqpDo+zVAdByffa8H0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Information: I went to Staples and bought white folders and put labels on them. Inside was a post card that I made with our welcome letter, directions to and from all wedding related events, important phone numbers, coupons, general city maps, and a great book from the visitors and tourism office (for free) on the history of the area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shutter10.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/08/002/67/67/96/29/b2XOk+C7lY2wa-IS5to9nPd-W+D-WR4C01DF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Medicine: Go to Sam's and get your guests some Advil/Tylenol and Imodium! These cure the things you didn't quite plan on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Water: To get those pills down! I made DIY water bottle labels with our monogram on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shutter06.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/11/001/7F/C4/27/28/jXi66krTB2vUhpyK9OtbAa7ZMZ4+nSho0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something local: Treat your out of town guests to something local. In my case, I got them some Florida oranges and packaged them up. I admit my "slogan" is cheesy, but it went over &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; well! I got more comments on this one aspect of the OOT bag than anything else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shutter06.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/12/006/7E/C9/A3/68/6XGOf2vWMszD8pLWXj190MwGDWEvYP0C0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodies: I wanted to do something fun, so I got personalized margarita mixes, margarita glasses from JoAnn's for $.99 each, umbrella straws and travel sized tequila bottles. I tried to mainly put these in the younger crowd's bags. For guests that wouldn't appreciate this, I got personalized coffee pouches for the hotel in room coffee maker. Even if they don't use it, they will bring it home and think of you next time they want to make a pot of coffee. And lastly, buy some munchies in bulk. Everyone got chips from the variety packs they sell at Sam's Club. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="http://shutter02.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/08/008/4F/5F/72/28/F-RjsWr-JLkv8+-nThOhy80-uwc-KlC90300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="440" alt="" src="http://shutter06.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/10/002/65/9C/DF/2E/Sp9wfkqqUHljNUuW9tgHz+5S5AzywDIF0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something this big isn't always needed, but it is a nice touch and let's guests know you are thinking about them. It also kind of kick starts the weekend's festivities because the moment they check in, they are being reminded of what a good time they are about to have celebrating your love! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718883986340150313-7544342561165058887?l=weddingpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/7544342561165058887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718883986340150313&amp;postID=7544342561165058887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/7544342561165058887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/7544342561165058887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/2007/05/art-of-out-of-towners-gift-bag.html' title='The Art of the Out of Towner&apos;s Gift Bag'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455239998217522885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/StacyMChapman/RrE9MArPOYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oLK14MfoSLw/DSCN1410.JPG?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718883986340150313.post-3562345151086174206</id><published>2007-05-25T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T17:34:29.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My GTG with Bahamas2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shutter09.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/10/007/7C/DF/53/FF/aUUeDFjRaS6c3pNM7cBLReqLtrLSWx9g0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shutter09.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/10/007/7C/DF/53/FF/aUUeDFjRaS6c3pNM7cBLReqLtrLSWx9g0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on the Monday of my dress fitting (the week of my wedding) I got together with Chrissy (AKA Bahamas2007). She might be the sweetest thing EVER! We had a great time! She witnessed a near flip out at my fitting when they told me the ordered the wrong veil and it was too late to get the right one, and then we went off for lunch and shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom was in attendance too, which is scary, because I am quite certain that when we are together, people who don't know us might be either (a) scared or (b) think we are downright looney. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I had a great time with her and am happy that I frequent Florida often enough so that this wasn't a one time deal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718883986340150313-3562345151086174206?l=weddingpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/3562345151086174206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718883986340150313&amp;postID=3562345151086174206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/3562345151086174206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/3562345151086174206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-gtg-with-bahamas2007.html' title='My GTG with Bahamas2007'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455239998217522885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/StacyMChapman/RrE9MArPOYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oLK14MfoSLw/DSCN1410.JPG?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718883986340150313.post-7991649842404687959</id><published>2007-05-25T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T17:25:24.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Showers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, so this post is beyond late since I am now a married woman, but I had trouble logging in for quite a while. So to make sure I document everything under the sun, I thought I would write a quick post about my showers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://shutter14.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/03/005/5F/79/AD/6A/-yurB7qillXL0AZu1So8C0VKTwDZ7avM0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://shutter14.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/03/005/5F/79/AD/6A/-yurB7qillXL0AZu1So8C0VKTwDZ7avM0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shower #1 was at my mom's house in Florida and it was mostly the older gals (A sorority sister of mine was getting married that weekend and my mother didn't know to plan it a different day. It was a surprise, so I couldn't have warned her). But I had a lot of fun. There were a lot of family friends there that have known me since I was a little girl and you always feel safe and like you are amongst family when you are in that setting. This shower we got a LOT of the essentials (see how I make TP holders look cool?). You know, the usual: waste basket, bath mat, spatula, etc. They really stocked me up! My mom went all out and did everything in pink. Pink champagne cocktail, pink petite fours, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://shutter06.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/10/007/6F/FD/DC/F3/yX1iIggwtAmcyUVNk1xo6s1RQjD25UPF0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://shutter06.pictures.aol.com/data/pictures/10/007/6F/FD/DC/F3/yX1iIggwtAmcyUVNk1xo6s1RQjD25UPF0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shower #2 was thrown by Brian's grandmother in Michigan and was held so that Brian's family, who mostly couldn't come to the wedding, could celebrate with us. Here we got less gifts, but we got the big items. You would have thought my mom and FGIL organized it to work out like that because it was perfect. To limit this speil, I will tell you my 2 favorite gifts: a wine cooler (I have always wanted one for some reason) and the Dyson Animal vacuum. I am NOT a housecleaner, but if I can brag about that vacuum for a min., I will! I have 4 dogs and it has been a life saver! I am less disgusted with my home than ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7718883986340150313-7991649842404687959?l=weddingpearls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/feeds/7991649842404687959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7718883986340150313&amp;postID=7991649842404687959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/7991649842404687959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7718883986340150313/posts/default/7991649842404687959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weddingpearls.blogspot.com/2007/05/wedding-showers.html' title='Wedding Showers'/><author><name>Stacy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04455239998217522885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://lh5.google.com/StacyMChapman/RrE9MArPOYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/oLK14MfoSLw/DSCN1410.JPG?imgmax=512'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7718883986340150313.post-6821446558482487066</id><published>2007-05-01T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T12:35:34.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feel free to click on the slides below to make them bigger.  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