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17 Days Until The Big Wedding


We've tried to keep things for the wedding pretty locally owned, independent artists, and small business where we could. I'm all about supporting the Etsy sellers and the family run businesses. You help me. I'll help you. Let's do this.

Then there's the big name wedding industry. It's a monster. It's greedy, nameless, and doesn't care about quality. It's all quantity.

I made the decision early on that I was NOT going to go to any mass-market bridal stores like David's Bridal for my dress. The one time we did go there to look at dress shapes, the staff was rude. They handed me a magazine and left me to pick out four dresses while the consultant ran off for 20 minutes. Um, no. I wanted to talk to you about dress shapes and fabrics. Please come back. Also, she made rude comments to me about my partner being there. And the freaking manager said, "Oh, you can convince him of the price!" When I was trying to look at the designer on the tag. I turned to her and said, "Eight hundred is well under my budget, thanks."

Luckily, we found a boutique that was a listened to me from start to finish. They were the only licensed seller of the designer I wanted in SC. Funny enough, there was a David's Bridal salesperson buying her wedding dress in the room next to me last Saturday.

Rant on dresses over. Now to bitch about tuxes. We bought Matt's tux from an awesome place called DXL. My partner is 6'4." It was his place to be. They were so nice. Alterations were not a problem. We found everything we needed. Two visits and we were done.

For the groomsmen, we thought Men's Warehouse wouldn't be a big deal. Holy crap. They have been the biggest pain in our butts for over a year. Calling constantly to the point where corporate got involved. Now we find out they lied to us, saying we could rent a suit and not buy it.

In the end, we told our groomsmen to forget that. Over $170? Hell no! Find a grey suit if you can and go with it. We are not picky people. The bridesmaids are wearing a black, modest dress. I never liked matchy-matchy. This day is about friends, family, and uniqueness.

And candy. So much candy. There's currently 7lbs of chocolate candy in our fridge and another 10-ish pounds of various sweets sealed in wrappers in our "wedding closet." People who RSVP-ed but didn't come might get a 'Sorry you couldn't make it' card and some candy sent to their house. Or we might eat it. Don't judge me.

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