The Wedding Planner: Roll Credits
The Christmas-to-Valentine’s Day corridor is a popular time for wedding engagements, so today seems like the perfect moment to give one last shout-out to some of the artisans who helped make my own nuptial festivities so awesome.
Anyone getting married in the Ann Arbor-area might want to check out an article I wrote for Current magazine, in which I sang the praises of my seamstress, my aesthetician, the jeweler who made my engagement ring, and other local tradespeople.
I would also like to thank Fond-Regards, the folks who made our lovely invitations. Robert, the designer with whom I worked, totally understood my vision, and he was quite patient with all my anal-retentive tinkering. When I told him that Ted and I wanted to include excerpts from our first email exchange (I found my husband through an electronic personals ad), he came up with the charming idea of printing the excerpts on tiny cards and tucking them into equally adorable envelopes. Brilliant! Fond-Regards was also the only letterpress outfit that gave us a price that was realistic for anyone who is neither an aristocrat nor the heir of a wealthy industrialist
Ted and I had two wedding receptions, both of them in Northeastern Ohio (I’m from Stow, and most of my family lives in Akron and environs). Our picnic was made possible by my family’s Herculean cooking efforts, and by Miss Williams of Southern Hands Catering. She was absolutely open to my menu suggestions—her iteration of okra pancakes was perfect—and she wasn’t kidding when she said that cobblers were her specialty.
We also had a cocktail party, and we have the kind owners and staff of Zephyr Pub (in Kent) to thank for their hospitality. My sister tends bar there, and she was able to secure the whole establishment for our friends and family for most of the evening, and she got one of her co-workers to spin cds for us. I think everyone had a swell time, but I believe that my grandma Reece gets the prize for hardiest partier: she had so much fun dancing and drinking bloody marys that she insisted we return to the Zephyr for her birthday.
Ted and I and a few of our friends stayed at the Jeremiah B. King Guest House, a cozy little establishment in Hudson. The accommodations were totally pleasing, our hostesses were utterly amiable, and the breakfasts kicked ass. I would stay there every time I visit family if my mom wouldn’t be insulted.
One of my bridal desires was to wear a skirt with a bustle to the picnic. I planned to make this skirt myself, but I realized that I was in over my head when I showed the pattern I had chosen to my seamstress and she said, “Oh, this is complicated.” I took my pattern and my fabric with me to Ohio, hoping that my mom could help me out. She did: by taking the project to a local seamstress willing to work at lightning speed. When I showed up at I Do Bridal & Formal to get measured, the young lady who would make my skirt exclaimed, “I love bustles!” What are the odds of that?
The day before the festivities commenced, the manicurist at Clips (in Stow) squeezed me in for a pedi and a much-needed eyebrow-plucking. Tony, the owner of Clips, cut my hair throughout high school, and it was a pleasure to go back to the salon.
Finally, I would like to thank Rachel Flowers and the foxy ladies of The Beauty Lounge (in Akron) for my super bachelorette party. The Beauty Lounge is a great space for a party, and I can think of few experiences I have enjoyed more than getting my nails done while gently tipsy on white wine and surrounded by my best girls.
February 14, 2005 | Permalink
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