tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47713405671157422612009-10-14T06:40:00.186-07:00This blog explores the overlap between a yogic lifestyle and a bridal lifestyle.YogiBridehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04009348454148093818noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4771340567115742261.post-50143910647768337882008-07-08T19:07:00.000-07:002008-07-08T22:21:44.596-07:00

One of my favorite things to do when I'm procrastinating at work is to go to the NY Times website and read the most emailed articles. I can count on entertaining stories that are educational and well-written, but don't require too much thinking. The last couple of days a column by Maureen Dowd, An Ideal Husband made the top ten list.So what makes an ideal husband? Here's a summary in case you're

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When we started planning our wedding, we had an idealistic view of it. It would be small, simple, sophisticated, and be a minimal inconvenience to our guests, the environment, and our bank accounts. But as the day is quickly approaching, I'm seeing how it's already taken a toll. First and foremost, is the issue of airfare. We chose a location for our wedding based on both sentiments as well as

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OK, so maybe just "Sniff" would be more appropriate title for this blog... but it's not as catchy..I didn't really mean to, but after a quick inventory of things I have planned for the reception I've realized I have a little scent theme going on.In true yoga teacher fashion, I have lavendar-scented eye pillow favors. Lavender-scented Sachets, which I suppose will also be favors?and

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I share a great many qualities with my mummy dearest, two of which that are becoming more and more apparent to me as I plan. The first is the I-could-SO-do-that-myself-for-half-the-price-and-it-would-be-twice-as-nice attitude, which is an awesome trait. Pair that, however, with the other quality I get from my mom—procrastination—and you can see why all of our DIY efforts could easily go wrong if

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I make my living writing words, re-arranging other people's words, and convincing other people how important those words are. So it may be a blasphemous thing for me to say, but here goes: After a few weeks of poring over ceremony readings and rituals, I've decided the words the officiant uses, or even the words my fiance and I use for our vows really matter that much.In fact, I just plain don't

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I knew it was wrong before I did it. It breaks all the rules, goes against conventional wisdom, and is generally just frowned upon... but I did it anyway, and I'm not sorry.Yesterday, we picked up our wedding bands.(All together now!)Ooohh...Aaaahhh... (I promise you'll be able to see them better when a skilled photographer captures them in a few months.)Anyway, we went to our jeweler to pick up

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There are many things about my wedding plans that make me excited enough to talk about them incessantly. For example, I love to explain, again and again to anyone who will listen, how many of my favors I've made, what the tables will look like, our menu, and music. I'm thrilled and excited about all of it.But finally we've locked down one wedding detail that I'm so excited about, I can't even

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I'm happy to report that I finally found my perfect Something Old! It's a vintage hair comb I found on Etsy (after months of searching Etsy for the perfect hair comb) circa 1940s. It was a total impulse splurge, but I think I'm happy I did it. My reasoning: I'm wearing shoes I bought three years ago for less than $5, so I can spend just shy of $100 on a perfect hair comb that I will be able to

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Every gift we've gotten so far has been special and meant a lot to both of us. But there's nothing more thoughtful and exciting than a completely random, unexpected gift like the one we got yesterday.FI and I got home from work as usual at about 6 pm, opened the miniture mailbox positioned in the lobby of our apartment building expecting a handfull of annoying grocery coupons and election

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We have three months left until our wedding. Three! I've settled on most of the details: the menu, the cake, the centerpieces, the music, the flowers... Done! (Well, at least ordered.) I have not, however, even an inkling how the actual wedding is going to go. I'm talking about the ceremony itself here&mdah;you know, the reason for planning this big party in the first place.There are a few

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Aside from a few RSVPs, I've had my invitations pretty much done and assembled for months now. I've got to tell you, after pain-stakingly cutting, gluing, stamping, gluing, cutting, and addressing 70 invites, you want to get them out and begin gathering compliments as soon as possible. And yet, it was just a smidge too early to mail them, so they've been sitting in a drawer. Two weeks ago, I was

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My entire color scheme is pretty much based around a pattern I used on my invitations below:Source, Paper-SourceThis is the invite.The idea was to use all the colors in the paper in different places so that the whole event would echo the invite... midnight blue bridesmaid dresses, flowers in purples and white wrapped in silver ribbon, lavender votive candles, blue napkins tied with silver ribbon,

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When I was in Tennessee I also had a shower! I got to see a ton of people I hadn't seen in years and we got some great items from our registry. Here are some pictures:Me with my matrons of honor, my sisters.Here's a look at some of the guests.My parents.Flower girls!Our first place setting (True Blue by Mikasa)! (Two down six to go..) (Ring bearer on the right, with the passy.)A hand-crocheted

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I know this isn't a good excuse, but I took a blogging hiatus because I took a vacation in regular life, too. (And a vacation isn't a vacation if you're turning your computer on every five minutes to update your blog.) The good news is, on my trip—first Boston for a yoga conference and then to Tennessee—I got a lot of planning done so I have many a blog to write to get things up-to-date again.The

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There have been several moments during my engagement so far that I've been totally surresl. It's like, "Wow. This is really happening." The first of those moments was a few months after the proposal when things had finally sunk in enough to make a decision about the venue and the date.Then, again, when I went shopping for THE dress. The first couple of times it wasn't much different than shopping

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When I first got my engagement ring, I was so excited that I asked my fiance to kindly wrap it in tape so I could wear it even though it was about 4 sizes too big. Then, when we took it to the jeweler, I begged, pleaded, and pouted until they promised they could resize while we went to dinner. (I just got it.. and there was no way I was going to let them keep it for a week.)When we got it sized

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I've always loved the following nursery rhymes about girls and boys:What are little girls made of?Sugar and spice and everything nice. That's what little girls are made of.What are little boys made of?Snips and snails and puppy dog tails. That's what little boys are made of.But nowhere in my life has it been more evident than Saturday, when the fiance and I went registering for bed linens. It was

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Ask either of my older sisters what my motto was growing and they'll probably say one of two things: "Don't tell me what to do," or my personal favorite, "You're not the boss of me." I know, I sound like a brat. But you have to understand that I was the youngest of four girls ... and one of my sister's favorite past times happened to be putting me (and my small friend) into the clothes hamper and

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A couple of days ago I was talking to a newly-engaged friend about wedding plans(Yay! Someone new to bounce idea off of!). She started telling me about her plan to "get fit" for her October wedding. I smiled knowingly. In my best know-it-all voice I said, "You know, you're not fooling anyone. Your family and friends know what you look like." I was only half joking.There's nothing wrong with

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Planning a wedding is all about making lists. I have about 20 running lists that I update periodically in my handy, dandy wedding notebooks. I have a list of things I still need to buy, people I need to call, and stuff I need to research. The lists never end.A couple of days ago, however, I came across an article all about lists in the April 2008 issue of Body + Soul, "What's on Your Life List?"

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I am in love with my cater! I've been dealing with the owner of the business, and she's the most professional, helpful, and just plain vendor ever. I've never even met the woman (I'm planning a Tennessee wedding from California), but she's always been quick to respond with useful information, price quotes, and great ideas. Maybe my affection for her has to do with the fact that to save money I

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Today I tackled quite possibly the easiest craft project ever! It was so easy, in fact, that I wouldn't even really call it a project. It took all of thirty minutes to make the first of what I think might be several gifts for my bridesmaids: tiny hair pins adorned with rhinestones jewels (re-purposed from the buttons on an old sweater). This is how I did it:1. Snip old buttons off sweater.2. Slip

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I'm not sure which To-Do list this was on, whether it was in a magazine or online, but I know I've seen it enough to think to myself, "Oh, well, I guess I should experiment with self tanners!"Before I go on, let me give you some background information. I am a pale girl. I wear sunscreen everyday to avoid cancer and wrinkles. When I was in high school I wanted to be tan so much (Britney Spears was

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Last year, I was a bridesmaid in a friend's wedding. The ceremony was a traditional garden wedding with a gazebo and beautiful flowers. Her colors: chocolate brown and rose pink. She looked stunning in her white dress, with flowers in her hair. The string quartet played traditional wedding tunes. I was blown away.But when we got to the reception site all of us girls were called into the dressing

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It's been big a year or two for Ashlee Simpson, the rebellious younger sibling of Jessica. First she got a new nose. Then a new rock-star fiance. Maybe a new baby. I was not shocked by any of this news—everyday Hollywood stuff.What was most shocking for me was that the youngest Simpson intends to get married in May. (That's like NEXT month!) I feel a lot as I did a while back when I found out

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