<?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-6248666494916903591</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:21:28.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Backyard Bride</title><subtitle type='html'>bouquets, barbecue and beginning a life for two</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-8321400712058530275</id><published>2009-12-07T19:39:00.028-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T09:50:54.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Signing Off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As the title indicates, this will be my final post, but before I say goodbye, I wanted to post some photos of the big day. In all honesty, The Backyard Wedding turned out to be more beautiful, more fun and full of more love than I ever thought possible. I'll be eternally grateful for every minute and every detail, from the sheer giddy girlish joy of finally becoming a bride...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5uyzSwwCI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Gow9lTFEfMY/s1600-h/o%27wedding-145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5uyzSwwCI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Gow9lTFEfMY/s400/o%27wedding-145.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412885621187330082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5unOcBdLI/AAAAAAAAAV4/N5H4Lhyv-GQ/s1600-h/o%27wedding-146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5unOcBdLI/AAAAAAAAAV4/N5H4Lhyv-GQ/s400/o%27wedding-146.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412885422315500722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...to getting to pose for photos with my amazing family and non-bridesmaids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5uesjgHHI/AAAAAAAAAVw/8b--oYorp6Y/s1600-h/o%27wedding-152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5uesjgHHI/AAAAAAAAAVw/8b--oYorp6Y/s400/o%27wedding-152.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412885275781110898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5uJoEmsQI/AAAAAAAAAVg/SsQTtwJIia0/s400/o%27wedding-155.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412884913800524034" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5uWM8fgrI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ELFsei0LJ8I/s1600-h/o%27wedding-153.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5uWM8fgrI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ELFsei0LJ8I/s1600-h/o%27wedding-153.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5uWM8fgrI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ELFsei0LJ8I/s400/o%27wedding-153.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412885129857041074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5uBUY8Q-I/AAAAAAAAAVY/uXBwRzQ8Qes/s1600-h/o%27wedding-159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5uBUY8Q-I/AAAAAAAAAVY/uXBwRzQ8Qes/s400/o%27wedding-159.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412884771078161378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...to walking down an aisle lit by candles on my dad's arm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5t5tLy9lI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/97Iuduju9Y0/s1600-h/o%27wedding-186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5t5tLy9lI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/97Iuduju9Y0/s400/o%27wedding-186.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412884640294958674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...to hearing my dad read the ceremony we'd written together while I was looking at The Backyard Groom and crying happy tears...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5tyFiBw6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/ffGiWbXl-Rs/s1600-h/o%27wedding-191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5tyFiBw6I/AAAAAAAAAVI/ffGiWbXl-Rs/s400/o%27wedding-191.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412884509391700898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...to getting a new piece of bling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5tpuzgiEI/AAAAAAAAAVA/_pURn36BkX4/s1600-h/o%27wedding-197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5tpuzgiEI/AAAAAAAAAVA/_pURn36BkX4/s400/o%27wedding-197.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412884365852051522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...to becoming husband and wife...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5tfAHsECI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ZP5H_daj6jc/s1600-h/o%27wedding-200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5tfAHsECI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ZP5H_daj6jc/s400/o%27wedding-200.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412884181521535010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...to staring moony-eyed at each other all night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5tWF3LikI/AAAAAAAAAUw/JBZnTJP_hIo/s1600-h/o%27wedding-209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5tWF3LikI/AAAAAAAAAUw/JBZnTJP_hIo/s400/o%27wedding-209.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412884028444084802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...to seeing a simple suburban backyard turned into my dream wedding venue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5tNsOn4HI/AAAAAAAAAUo/yRBCT2bG4UA/s1600-h/o%27wedding-215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5tNsOn4HI/AAAAAAAAAUo/yRBCT2bG4UA/s400/o%27wedding-215.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412883884124135538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5tFiN0wpI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Lxm46XqScOs/s1600-h/o%27wedding-220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5tFiN0wpI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Lxm46XqScOs/s400/o%27wedding-220.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412883743997477522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5s9eJ5Y5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/4G0g5EKQk_c/s1600-h/o%27wedding-221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5s9eJ5Y5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/4G0g5EKQk_c/s400/o%27wedding-221.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412883605468308370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...to getting some new family members...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5sh4UU-YI/AAAAAAAAAUI/civVHgYpB2k/s400/o%27wedding-233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412883131455043970" /&gt;...to dancing with my dad...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5sxaAAvBI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/28w0GXP6QSw/s1600-h/o%27wedding-256.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5sxaAAvBI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/28w0GXP6QSw/s1600-h/o%27wedding-256.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5sxaAAvBI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/28w0GXP6QSw/s400/o%27wedding-256.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412883398194674706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...to getting cake smashed in my face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5sURxLCpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CDZ4n32Cqu8/s1600-h/o%27wedding-245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5sURxLCpI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CDZ4n32Cqu8/s400/o%27wedding-245.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412882897768745618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...to dancing with The Backyard Groom, I mean The Backyard Husband...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5sLxxLa4I/AAAAAAAAAT4/fNDVyt737yA/s1600-h/o%27wedding-253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5sLxxLa4I/AAAAAAAAAT4/fNDVyt737yA/s400/o%27wedding-253.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412882751739882370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...to seeing all my favorite people having fun on the dance floor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5sBQ3RJyI/AAAAAAAAATw/ciNR46DF88g/s1600-h/o%27wedding-265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5sBQ3RJyI/AAAAAAAAATw/ciNR46DF88g/s400/o%27wedding-265.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412882571108362018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...to just plain being MARRIED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5r4Xpwg0I/AAAAAAAAATo/4FxJn6RcCLY/s1600-h/o%27wedding-281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5r4Xpwg0I/AAAAAAAAATo/4FxJn6RcCLY/s400/o%27wedding-281.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412882418311922498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for following along on my journey to the altar. Blogging about my experiences as The Backyard Bride made all the stresses of planning a wedding so much more enjoyable and memorable for me. As I move on to the next phase of my life, I wish you all the best for your weddings and, more importantly, for everything that comes after the "I do." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Backyard Wife&lt;/div&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/6248666494916903591-8321400712058530275?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/8321400712058530275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/12/signing-off.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/8321400712058530275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/8321400712058530275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/12/signing-off.html' title='Signing Off...'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sx5uyzSwwCI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Gow9lTFEfMY/s72-c/o%27wedding-145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-112352643936758849</id><published>2009-12-01T11:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:16:51.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think we're getting close to having pictures ready to share, but I couldn't wait any longer to post this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SxVPVFaTm1I/AAAAAAAAATg/34-3aoS2PEE/s1600/o%27wedding-217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SxVPVFaTm1I/AAAAAAAAATg/34-3aoS2PEE/s400/o%27wedding-217.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410317751003880274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-112352643936758849?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/112352643936758849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/12/picture-preview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/112352643936758849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/112352643936758849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/12/picture-preview.html' title='Picture Preview'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SxVPVFaTm1I/AAAAAAAAATg/34-3aoS2PEE/s72-c/o%27wedding-217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-1373721702152036275</id><published>2009-11-09T10:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T10:49:20.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Backyard Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's official! We lucked out with some truly gorgeous weather on Saturday night, and our little backyard wedding went off without a hitch. I literally had the time of my life surrounded by all the people I love most in the world. I'll have pictures and much more after we get back from our honeymoon, but for now, here's a photo MY HUSBAND snapped of me getting down on the dance floor. Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SvhHPIcG0II/AAAAAAAAATY/KGOq4ghm7is/s1600-h/bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SvhHPIcG0II/AAAAAAAAATY/KGOq4ghm7is/s400/bride.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402146078319890562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-1373721702152036275?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/1373721702152036275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/11/backyard-wife.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/1373721702152036275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/1373721702152036275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/11/backyard-wife.html' title='The Backyard Wife'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SvhHPIcG0II/AAAAAAAAATY/KGOq4ghm7is/s72-c/bride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-1155563233696485921</id><published>2009-11-05T08:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:21:54.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The final countdown</title><content type='html'>Today is my last day at work before the wedding, making it also my last day at work as a legally single lady. Today is also my last Thursday as a legally single lady. Tonight I will be hanging out with some of my favorite ladies in the world celebrating the end of that singleness. Tomorrow we put the finishing touches on The Backyard, and we rehearse the ceremony that will unite us forever. Then Saturday is it, the day we officially become husband and wife. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to all of you who have been following along on my journey and offering your input and advice. It's been so much fun to share all of my plans, albeit anonymously, on this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe that the next time I post, I'll be The Backyard Wife!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-1155563233696485921?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/1155563233696485921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/11/final-countdown.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/1155563233696485921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/1155563233696485921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/11/final-countdown.html' title='The final countdown'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-6746532394649596575</id><published>2009-11-04T11:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:21:27.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new something blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/decision-week-day-5-blue-over-blue.html"&gt;wrote a couple of weeks ago&lt;/a&gt; about the horror of realizing during my dress fitting that my beautiful light blue Hanky Panky underthings with "Bride" on them in rhinestones showed through my dress. So sad and so back at square one in trying to find my something blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my hunt for something different that wouldn't take away from &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/decision-week-day-3-bridal-baubles.html"&gt;the accessories I'd already planned&lt;/a&gt;, I came across some blue rhinestone shoe appliques on a blog. I can't remember where I first saw them, but I Googled for a place to purchase them and stumbled on &lt;a href="https://www.mindyweiss.com/store/p213/i_do_rhinestone_shoe_applique___now_available/"&gt;Mindy Weiss' eStore&lt;/a&gt;. For $3.75, those bad boys were mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They arrived last night, and I easily peeled them off to put on the arches of &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/red-hot-bride.html"&gt;my red wedding shoes&lt;/a&gt;. Check out the finished product (sorry about the iPhone camera shot):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SvG3V-rQnWI/AAAAAAAAATQ/HtdgCUOIb-g/s400/photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400299016423513442" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love that any time I wear the shoes after the wedding, I'll still get a little flurry of bridal bliss when I take a peek at the soles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-6746532394649596575?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/6746532394649596575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-something-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/6746532394649596575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/6746532394649596575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-something-blue.html' title='A new something blue'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SvG3V-rQnWI/AAAAAAAAATQ/HtdgCUOIb-g/s72-c/photo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-8797968535959436999</id><published>2009-11-03T14:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T15:03:11.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tailor Made</title><content type='html'>I have so many more wedding things and photos to blog about, but I'll probably hold off on most things until after the big day. But just in case any other Austin brides out there are in need of a tailor, I wanted to offer a quick review of mine.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In early October, I was eagerly following fellow Austinite &lt;a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Bride...Again's&lt;/a&gt; tailoring tales. She graciously sent me emails detailing her experiences with her tailor after her initial glowing review inspired me to contact her. Over the next couple of weeks, she had to deal with some bumps, which she is now &lt;a href="http://abrideagain.blogspot.com/2009/11/tailor-troublespart-i.html"&gt;detailing on her blog&lt;/a&gt;, so I decided to look for someone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After searching for bridal alterations on &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com"&gt;Yelp&lt;/a&gt;, I came across &lt;a href="http://www.neldastailors.com/home.nxg"&gt;Nelda's Tailors&lt;/a&gt;, which was not only highly rated, but also less than five minutes from my office. My experience with Nelda's was great. I brought my dress in with only three weeks to go until the wedding, and they still finished all the alterations with more than a week to spare. I had the bust taken in, the hem shortened (tricky business with beaded organza) and an absolutely gorgeous French bustle put in, all for half the price of what Alfred Angelo had quoted me for alterations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for any Austin brides out there, I highly recommend Nelda's Tailors on Airport Blvd. In fact, I think I'll be taking all my post-wedding married clothes there to be altered as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-8797968535959436999?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/8797968535959436999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/11/tailor-made.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/8797968535959436999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/8797968535959436999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/11/tailor-made.html' title='Tailor Made'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-7271791283438485447</id><published>2009-11-02T16:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:25:55.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting married in five days, yo!</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe The Backyard Wedding will be here in five days. I just can't wrap my head around it. And to add fun to even more fun, my birthday is tomorrow, and all my favorite ladies (aka, the Non-Bridesmaids) will be rolling into town on Thursday for my bachelorette party/hen night. Non-Bridesmaid C. even made a similarly awesome invitation for the party that echoes our wedding invite. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with five days to go, the weather is lovely here in Austin and looks to continue on track with that loveliness through the weekend. I could not be more excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past few weeks have been nonstop drama and activity, and I'm thrilled to just sit back and enjoy everything as much as possible for these next five days. I won't bother recapping all that's happened in the past week, but suffice to say, it has literally been nonstop. I need a breather. And I'll like that breather even better if it comes with champagne. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One week from now, I'll be married. I just can't believe it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-7271791283438485447?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/7271791283438485447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-getting-married-in-five-days-yo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7271791283438485447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7271791283438485447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-getting-married-in-five-days-yo.html' title='I&apos;m getting married in five days, yo!'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-4124178375752104498</id><published>2009-10-23T12:05:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:11:06.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting on my bridal face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Earlier this month, I talked about &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/make-me-over.html"&gt;my wedding day make-up&lt;/a&gt; and how I wasn't sure if I'd go the pro route or do a department store counter DIY tutorial. Well, during my &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/decision-week-day-4-battling-indecision.html"&gt;hair trial&lt;/a&gt;, my stylist talked up the new make-up artist at the salon, and I just couldn't resist booking a trial to see if having someone else apply my make-up was worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my trial, I can confidently say it's worth it, if only because it's so blissfully relaxing to shut your eyes, face away from a mirror and let someone else take care of the dirty work for you. And I'm pretty pleased with the results. I didn't end up bringing my inspiration pictures along with me (oops) but I feel like the look I got is similar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SuHkzyqUwNI/AAAAAAAAATI/nkgffHDqioc/s1600-h/DSC_5244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SuHkzyqUwNI/AAAAAAAAATI/nkgffHDqioc/s400/DSC_5244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395845406990319826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked it, and while The Backyard Groom loved the eyes, he thought the lips were a wee bit intense, probably because he's never seen me in red lipstick before. I'm pretty much a neutral gloss kind of gal, so he took another photo of me wearing some neutral gloss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SuHkvaezJpI/AAAAAAAAATA/I_ObJr-CT7M/s1600-h/DSC_5256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SuHkvaezJpI/AAAAAAAAATA/I_ObJr-CT7M/s400/DSC_5256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395845331780052626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry about the goofy face. I was tired of smiling at this point, as you can probably tell by my strained smile below. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SuHkqWc6fXI/AAAAAAAAAS4/UoyWXOCgcwQ/s1600-h/DSC_5257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SuHkqWc6fXI/AAAAAAAAAS4/UoyWXOCgcwQ/s400/DSC_5257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395845244799057266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So which look do you like best - bright lips or low-key gloss?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-4124178375752104498?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/4124178375752104498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/putting-on-my-bridal-face.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/4124178375752104498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/4124178375752104498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/putting-on-my-bridal-face.html' title='Putting on my bridal face'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SuHkzyqUwNI/AAAAAAAAATI/nkgffHDqioc/s72-c/DSC_5244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-2654591547926257722</id><published>2009-10-22T14:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:00:57.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>After the flurry of posts during Decision Week, I took a break from blogging to get some wedding-related tasks done. So now I'm playing catch-up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up, we got our marriage license! Woohoo! I should have thought to take a photo of us standing outside the non-descript office of the Travis County Clerk but I forgot. Oops. The day we got our marriage license also marked the day that we had our very first date six long years ago. I thought that was some nice symmetry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, there have been alterations galore! The Backyard Groom's suit completed its round of alterations, while I (finally) took my dress in for my first fitting. I have to admit that when I was standing in front of a full-length mirror with my dress pinned into place and my red shoes on, I may have gotten a little giddy. I just felt so much like a bride. Between the stress of planning and everything else, I think it's good to get a little reminder of that feeling every once in a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I had a bridal shower. And it wasn't just any bridal shower, but a lingerie shower. With my old-coworkers. Including my male superiors. Which was admittedly a little awkward and untraditional, but it was still a great time including three of my favorite things: pizza, cake and gorgeous lingerie! I was fully expecting to get something bedecked in pink maribou feathers, but everything I got was beautiful and soft. I can't wait to bring it all on the honeymoon. And they gave me a bouquet of pink roses that have been making my apartment smell lovely all week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, last night, I had my make-up trial. I'd hemmed and hawed over having my make-up done and ultimately decided to give a formal run-through a try. I loved having my make-up applied. It felt really relaxing, so I think for me it's worth the $45 if only to make things a little less stressful on the big day. I took pictures of the results because I need your opinion on some lip options so I'll be posting those soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks again for participating in Decision Week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-2654591547926257722?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/2654591547926257722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/2654591547926257722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/2654591547926257722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-3429742822194662837</id><published>2009-10-18T10:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:04:49.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision Week Day 5: Blue over blue</title><content type='html'>Thank you all so much for your opinions and advice throughout Decision Week. I've got one final open-ended question for you guys today. But first, a recap. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in May, I posted confidently that I had all my "somethings" figured out, from &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/somethings-old.html"&gt;the old and new&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/borrowed-blue.html"&gt;the borrowed and blue&lt;/a&gt;. Turns out, I was a bit overconfident. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I went to get my dress altered late this week, I brought all my undergarments, including my &lt;a href="http://www.barenecessities.com/Hanky-Panky-Low-Rise-Crystal-Bride-Thong_product_HankyPanky491041_,search,.htm"&gt;blue "Bride" Hanky Panky thong&lt;/a&gt;. With my dress on in front of a full length mirror, I felt giddily bridal. It was fabulous. And then I turned around to admire the back and the pinned French bustle and saw a peek of blue just above my bum. I turned to the seamstress, "Um, can you see the blue through the dress?" She answered, "Oh definitely, but these aren't what you're going to wear on the day of, right?" Um, er, right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now do I not only need to get a nude Hanky Panky thong (which I've been wanting to do anyway since I've started purchasing a rainbow of Hanky Panky thongs), but I've also got to figure out my something blue. With three weeks to go. Yikes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With most of my accessories already determined, what's an easy way for me to get my blue in that won't distract from my overall look? Any ideas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-3429742822194662837?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/3429742822194662837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/decision-week-day-5-blue-over-blue.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/3429742822194662837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/3429742822194662837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/decision-week-day-5-blue-over-blue.html' title='Decision Week Day 5: Blue over blue'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-8508389001349414181</id><published>2009-10-15T16:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:39:40.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision Week Day 4: Battling indecision</title><content type='html'>So I know I promised to show y'all photos from my hair trial yesterday, but I don't have anything to show. Why? Well, even though we tried about four different styles, I didn't really like any of them. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it about being a bride? Does it raise your expectations to levels that are just too high? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if my problem was that or simply the problem of having fine, thin, shoulder-length hair that is too thin and too short for many bridal 'dos and too fine to hold one lick of curl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tried half up and all up, and none of them tickled my fancy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what's a girl to do? I paid for my trial and left with reassurances from my stylist (who is exceedingly awesome and not at fault for my meh feelings) that we would figure it out on the wedding day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also left with the remnants of a nixed 'do that included some braids on the side (you can see the inspiration if you scroll down about halfway on &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/better-by-half.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;), and when I got home, I asked for The Backyard Groom's opinion. His response? "You look like you're going to a Bob Marley concert." And then I laughed and didn't care so much about the failed trial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I looked through some photos online and came across an updo that I think might actually work for my curl-challenged, thin hair. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/14/easy-wedding-hairdo/"&gt;Mrs. Sea Breeze's DIY updo from Weddingbee&lt;/a&gt; a while back. While I don't think I'm capable of doing my own hair, I think I'll bring these photos along on my wedding day. And as an added bonus, I might still be able to incorporate the hair flower from &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/decision-week-day-2-what-goes-on-top.html"&gt;Decision Day 2&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-8508389001349414181?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/8508389001349414181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/decision-week-day-4-battling-indecision.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/8508389001349414181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/8508389001349414181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/decision-week-day-4-battling-indecision.html' title='Decision Week Day 4: Battling indecision'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-6374087977333763526</id><published>2009-10-14T14:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:39:11.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision Week Day 3: Bridal baubles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In addition to the &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/decision-week-day-2-what-goes-on-top.html"&gt;veil and hair flower&lt;/a&gt;, I'll be bringing my jewelry to my hair trial tonight in hopes that she can also weigh in on what will work best with my hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually never gave much thought about my jewelry until now. When I bought my dress, the bridal consultant at Alfred Angelo talked me into getting a necklace and earring set that she said complimented the dress. I never planned on wearing both together, because that's just a bit too matchy-matchy for my taste, so I figured I would just wear the necklace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StYkOHadzCI/AAAAAAAAASw/KkDCkZzNlIU/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StYkOHadzCI/AAAAAAAAASw/KkDCkZzNlIU/s400/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392537428749569058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next time I tried on my dress, I wasn't really digging the necklace look anymore. I'm not sure why; maybe it's because I've always been paranoid about my short neck. And especially once we started tossing around &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/better-by-half.html"&gt;the half-up hair idea&lt;/a&gt;, I thought earrings might be the way to go. So I tried on the set that came with the necklace and called it a day. I wasn't in love with them, but I thought they looked nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StYkFZe7GVI/AAAAAAAAASo/s-sSZxR-VXg/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StYkFZe7GVI/AAAAAAAAASo/s-sSZxR-VXg/s400/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392537278981282130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when The Backyard Mom and I were hunting for her accessories this weekend at Francesca's Collection, I stumbled across something I liked for me. Yep, another pair of earrings. I like the way they look vaguely vintage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StYj24yVJwI/AAAAAAAAASg/i2Dm_aBpd8Y/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StYj24yVJwI/AAAAAAAAASg/i2Dm_aBpd8Y/s400/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392537029686142722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StYjrChlruI/AAAAAAAAASY/VNoIHukOWi4/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StYjrChlruI/AAAAAAAAASY/VNoIHukOWi4/s400/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392536826141847266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, faithful readers, which pair of earrings do you like better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-6374087977333763526?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/6374087977333763526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/decision-week-day-3-bridal-baubles.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/6374087977333763526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/6374087977333763526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/decision-week-day-3-bridal-baubles.html' title='Decision Week Day 3: Bridal baubles'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StYkOHadzCI/AAAAAAAAASw/KkDCkZzNlIU/s72-c/IMG_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-6404347537582237946</id><published>2009-10-13T20:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:46:12.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision Week Day 2: What goes on top</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thank you for your input on the shrug situation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got my hair trial tomorrow night, and I'll be bringing along two different hair accessories. Keep in mind, &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/better-by-half.html"&gt;I'll probably be wearing my hair half-up&lt;/a&gt;. I won't know for sure until after the trial, but before that, I'd like to get your opinion on the accessories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up, we have the veil. I don't have a good photo because I haven't taken it out of the bag it came in yet, but it's ivory, beaded and fingertip length. And here's what it looks like in a plastic bag:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StUrvPANEfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Pz04pqm0DjU/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StUrvPANEfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Pz04pqm0DjU/s400/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392264219327271410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry the photo isn't very helpful, but suffice to say, it's a very traditional veil. I know at the very least that I want to wear the veil for the ceremony, but I'll probably be ready to get rid of it by the reception so I can get my bridal boogie on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how about replacing it with a hair flower? I know they are one of the biggest trends in weddings right now, and I never really thought about getting one, but I ran across this one at Nordstrom and decided to try it with my dress. And somehow it actually matches really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StUq7ZsaSuI/AAAAAAAAASI/CUcW3ko2Tkg/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StUq7ZsaSuI/AAAAAAAAASI/CUcW3ko2Tkg/s400/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392263328843844322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a close-up of the inside of the flower, which I think echoes the pearl and crystal beading of my dress nicely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StUqhyadY4I/AAAAAAAAASA/83dtEatVV_A/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StUqhyadY4I/AAAAAAAAASA/83dtEatVV_A/s400/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392262888802837378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What do you think of the hair flower? Is it a good idea or too much of a good thing? &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/6248666494916903591-6404347537582237946?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/6404347537582237946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/decision-week-day-2-what-goes-on-top.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/6404347537582237946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/6404347537582237946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/decision-week-day-2-what-goes-on-top.html' title='Decision Week Day 2: What goes on top'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StUrvPANEfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Pz04pqm0DjU/s72-c/IMG_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-7090067436118144834</id><published>2009-10-12T11:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T11:41:18.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision Week Day 1: Shrug it off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This weekend was uncharacteristically cold for Austin. We hit the 50s, y'all. Even though it was 90-something on Thursday, the temperature became pretty chilly, which helped remind me that it could very well be cool in November for The Backyard Wedding. So in order to be prepared for that possibility, The Backyard Mom and I went on a hunt for a wrap, shrug or bolero to wear during the reception. I'd seen some boleros I loved on &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;, but they were way out of my budget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After hours of shopping, we came up with two contenders, and now I'd love to hear which you like best. As a refresher before you make a decision, my dress is ivory, strapless and beaded with a little lace. It also has a pretty simple shape to it. And I'll be wearing &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/red-hot-bride.html"&gt;red shoes&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is option 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StNYG703DEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/r46Iluf_0xU/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StNYG703DEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/r46Iluf_0xU/s400/IMG_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391750055054478402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's an ivory shrug made of sweater material with some ruffling. Take a look at the detail below.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StNXxp526KI/AAAAAAAAARw/U3IcBLbqTeo/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StNXxp526KI/AAAAAAAAARw/U3IcBLbqTeo/s400/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391749689466349730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is option 2: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StNXDa6qu_I/AAAAAAAAARo/87DSk3O1Rkg/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StNXDa6qu_I/AAAAAAAAARo/87DSk3O1Rkg/s400/IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391748895169231858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's kind of a satiny material with a little shimmer to it and some ruffling as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StNWrkLBi9I/AAAAAAAAARg/v4fHJzRVrpQ/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StNWrkLBi9I/AAAAAAAAARg/v4fHJzRVrpQ/s400/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391748485336894418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So which do you like best? Any and all opinions would be much appreciated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-7090067436118144834?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/7090067436118144834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/decision-week-day-1-shrug-it-off.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7090067436118144834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7090067436118144834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/decision-week-day-1-shrug-it-off.html' title='Decision Week Day 1: Shrug it off'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StNYG703DEI/AAAAAAAAAR4/r46Iluf_0xU/s72-c/IMG_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-7996318129977595415</id><published>2009-10-11T18:42:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:06:14.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Decision Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The Backyard Mom was in town this weekend, and the two of us spent pretty much the entire weekend running around Austin (like chickens with their heads cut off, as The Backyard Dad would probably say) picking up things for the wedding. We accomplished a lot between getting all &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/red-red-wine.html"&gt;the&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-nice-day-for-white-wedding-wine.html"&gt; wine&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/backyard-beer.html"&gt;beer&lt;/a&gt; and finding lovely accessories to go with The Backyard Mom's &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/waaaaay-more-than-27-dresses.html"&gt;beautiful dress&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT in our running around, I ended up finding a few new pieces that have left me with some decisions to make regarding my wedding day look. Hence Decision Week! I would be extremely grateful if any readers out there would give me their opinions on some special posts this week showing different options for my wedding day accessories. I've even got my hair trial on Wednesday so hopefully I can post some photos from that too to get y'all's input. Now, I know many of you readers haven't seen my dress since I haven't actually posted a photo of it, but opinions are all welcome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we get started on those decisions, here's one decision I already made. I posted before that &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/wedding-and-party-without-wedding-party.html"&gt;we won't be having an official wedding party&lt;/a&gt;, which is all fine and good, except that it turns out that some wedding party members are actually needed for tasks like holding the bride's bouquet during the ceremony and holding the rings. Since &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-soon-to-be-official-officiant.html"&gt;my dad will be officiating the whole shebang&lt;/a&gt;, I hope either my mom or The Backyard Groom's mom will volunteer to hold the rings. And thanks to a $12 impulse buy at Francesca's Collections, we now have a place to put them. Check it out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StJuvqC3veI/AAAAAAAAARY/AAaZaUPhM1s/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StJuvqC3veI/AAAAAAAAARY/AAaZaUPhM1s/s400/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391493468935142882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a small silver ring holder with a heart on it that says "Today, Tomorrow, Always." Fitting for a wedding, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StJuXP9Dm7I/AAAAAAAAARQ/rnEBKbai4YE/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StJuXP9Dm7I/AAAAAAAAARQ/rnEBKbai4YE/s400/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391493049614572466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a shot with our wedding bands on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StJt-mU8CnI/AAAAAAAAARI/4hOYyR7Jvy8/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StJt-mU8CnI/AAAAAAAAARI/4hOYyR7Jvy8/s400/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391492626123590258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now that is taken care of, and we'll be moving on to more Decision Week festivities. Thanks ahead of time for offering your input!&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/6248666494916903591-7996318129977595415?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/7996318129977595415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/introducing-decision-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7996318129977595415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7996318129977595415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/introducing-decision-week.html' title='Introducing Decision Week!'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/StJuvqC3veI/AAAAAAAAARY/AAaZaUPhM1s/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-7884246969788568902</id><published>2009-10-07T16:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T16:20:01.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One month!</title><content type='html'>One month from today, I get to become Mrs. Backyard Groom.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it's nearly here. I can actually say, "I'm getting married next month." Eek!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the one hand, we have so much left to do, like figure out our entire &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanna-put-on-my-my-my-my-my-boogie.html"&gt;playlist&lt;/a&gt; and finish booking all our hotel stays for our &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/honeymoon-hunting-episode-iii.html"&gt;Japanese honeymoon&lt;/a&gt; and get my dress altered. But on the other hand, I am extremely grateful for all the things we don't have left to do and more than anything all the things we're omitting entirely, like programs, table numbers, escort cards, menus and favors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And more than anything, I just can't wait to marry The Backyard Groom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-7884246969788568902?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/7884246969788568902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7884246969788568902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7884246969788568902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-month.html' title='One month!'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-4627334770983265831</id><published>2009-10-06T12:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:29:51.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>War Buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This past weekend The Backyard Groom and I avoided any wedding planning whatsoever and hung out for three straight days with our &lt;a href="http://www.statesman.com/news/content/news/stories/local/2009/10/06/1006zilkersod.html"&gt;65,000&lt;/a&gt; closest friends at the annual &lt;a href="http://www.aclfestival.com/default.aspx"&gt;Austin City Limits Music Festival&lt;/a&gt;. This was our fourth straight ACL Festival to attend, and we love going. But even though you get to see some great shows (Pearl Jam and Kings of Leon headlined this year), there are some logistical kinks that tend to make the experience a bit of a pain too, from 30-minute lines for the Port-a-potties to Port-a-potties in general to hour long lines for food to $8 beers (coincidentally the bar line is never long) to sky-high parking prices. But for us, we generally think it's worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually heat and dust are the major negative points of the festival, but this year, the weather went the complete opposite direction. Friday was one of those rare perfect days in Austin where the temperature hovered in the low 80s. Saturday brought out the rain and the fog, leaving us thoroughly soaked. Here's a photo The Backyard Groom took of the Austin skyline obscured by fog behind the main stage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sst6c63VDaI/AAAAAAAAARA/CDO7OQFCs0M/s1600-h/acl-3.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sst6c63VDaI/AAAAAAAAARA/CDO7OQFCs0M/s400/acl-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389536016335179170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sst6XD5dQKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ylG81yXzQQs/s1600-h/acl-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See all that pretty grass? Zilker Park was closed all summer for it to be planted. But after all the rain on Saturday, the grass was gone. In its place was mud. Good thing I wore wellies on Sunday, but The Backyard Groom's shoes were ruined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sst6XD5dQKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ylG81yXzQQs/s1600-h/acl-1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sst6XD5dQKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ylG81yXzQQs/s400/acl-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389535915680809122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A ton of people ended up just going barefoot in the mud on Sunday, and after Pearl Jam finished rocking in the free world, the mud all around the park was strewn with beer cans and abandoned flip flops.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sst6P-_LzVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/gzHLoaRU7DY/s1600-h/acl-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sst6P-_LzVI/AAAAAAAAAQw/gzHLoaRU7DY/s400/acl-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389535794103569746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So what does this have to do with wedding planning? Well, it reminded me of another reason why I'm so excited to marry The Backyard Groom and so sure of the future that we've been building together. We have been through a lot together, from muddy music festivals to emotional upheavals to trips to foreign countries, not to mention our two-plus years of cohabitation. After all we've seen and experienced together, we're a bit like war buddies. When I hear statistics about divorce all the time, I feel better to know that we have that shared history, and no matter what trials and tribulations we've been through, we always come out stronger on the other side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6248666494916903591-4627334770983265831?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/4627334770983265831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/war-buddies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/4627334770983265831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/4627334770983265831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/war-buddies.html' title='War Buddies'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sst6c63VDaI/AAAAAAAAARA/CDO7OQFCs0M/s72-c/acl-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-2515056907325343923</id><published>2009-10-02T13:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:48:17.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Pam Halpert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The wedding I'm most looking forward to this fall other than my own is of course Jim and Pam's on "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0386676/"&gt;The Office&lt;/a&gt;." I may have even teared up a little last night during the preview for next week's wedding episode (I'm blaming PMS). And look, their wedding made the cover of the new issue of &lt;a href="http://www.ew.com"&gt;Entertainment Weekly&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ewpopwatch.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/ew-cover-1068_l1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://ewpopwatch.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/ew-cover-1068_l1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In last night's episode, Pam received a check as a wedding present from co-worker Kevin and it was made out to Mrs. Pam Halpert, instead of her maiden name of Beesly. When she realized it was the first time that she'd seen her new name in writing, she got really excited. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel the same way. I know it's a deeply personal decision and kind of a hot-button issue, but I can't wait to change my last name to The Backyard Groom's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my family, and I'm deeply proud and grateful to be my parents' daughter. But, honestly, I just think changing your last name when you get married is so romantic. Yes, it even makes me swoon a bit when I think about my new name, and I've already reserved my new email address and domain name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you think about last name changes? Or are you excited to watch Jim and Pam tie the knot?&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/6248666494916903591-2515056907325343923?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/2515056907325343923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/mrs-pam-halpert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/2515056907325343923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/2515056907325343923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/mrs-pam-halpert.html' title='Mrs. Pam Halpert!'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-4173895920637238464</id><published>2009-10-01T10:12:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T17:14:45.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make me over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I like make-up. A lot. I could easily lose myself for hours in either a Sephora store or their &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. I think maybe it's sort of an aspirational thing, where you always think you're going to stumble across one product that's going to change your life, but even if it doesn't, at least whatever you buy will be pretty and fun and make you feel a bit more glamorous for a few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even though I love make-up, I by no means consider myself an expert at applying it. I usually end up with not enough blush and way too much eyeliner. I'll admit it - I've got an eyeliner addiction. I feel like I don't look like myself without it. And I know that I probably apply it a smidge too thick. Take a look at this goofy photo below (which The Backyard Groom took and loves, for some silly reason) for evidence:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SsUobeTU3EI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6hr23Sya5bQ/s400/italy2009-324.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387756981674368066" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As much as I like the way my eyeliner looks in the mirror, it doesn't always photograph well. Sometimes instead of defining my eyes, it just makes them look smaller. I don't want that to happen in my wedding photos. So, I'm trying to decide if I should hand my make-up duties off to the professionals (which means $$$) or just go to &lt;a href="http://www.maccosmetics.com/"&gt;MAC&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://sephora.com/go/xpress/"&gt;Sephora&lt;/a&gt; for a tutorial and learn how to do it myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Either way, I know I need to have some inspiration photos on hand of make-up I like that emphasizes the eyes without too much eyeliner. So I did a trusty old Google search for the two celebrities who first came to mind when I thought of people with light eyes, light skin and light hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here is Amanda Seyfried:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://stylewithanna.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/amanda-seyfried-red-dress-2009-oscars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 304px;" src="http://stylewithanna.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/amanda-seyfried-red-dress-2009-oscars.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is just gorgeous, and I like the way her eyes stand out without being all smoky. Here is another example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stylebakeryteen.com/images/Amanda%20Seyfried%20Big%20Love%20Season%203%20Premiere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 408px; height: 594px;" src="http://www.stylebakeryteen.com/images/Amanda%20Seyfried%20Big%20Love%20Season%203%20Premiere.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second celeb is Claire Danes. I really like the way she's able to balance bright lips but still have her eyes as the dominant feature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dailystab.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/claire-danes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 624px;" src="http://www.dailystab.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/claire-danes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the make-up in this next photo isn't as dramatic as what I want but I do like her updo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl1/0/3987/04_2009/161a33aae236023b_Claire-Danes.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 400px;" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl1/0/3987/04_2009/161a33aae236023b_Claire-Danes.preview.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about my make-up inspiration? Any suggestions on how to get the look I want?&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/6248666494916903591-4173895920637238464?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/4173895920637238464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/make-me-over.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/4173895920637238464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/4173895920637238464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/10/make-me-over.html' title='Make me over'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SsUobeTU3EI/AAAAAAAAAQo/6hr23Sya5bQ/s72-c/italy2009-324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-3732539063859306339</id><published>2009-09-29T10:13:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:53:28.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Backyard Invites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I posted a &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/math-problem.html"&gt;preview&lt;/a&gt; of The Backyard Invitations last week, but now that The Backyard Groom has done some magic to obscure our personal info, they are ready for a full reveal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the scoop. I could not be happier with our invitations. They are different than most of the wedding invites I've seen, and that's probably why I love them so much. They are very us, and every RSVP we've received so far has included a mention about how cool they are. But sadly, I don't think these pictures do them justice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Non-Bridesmaid C. (who might be starting her own invitation business!) designed these for us. She knew we wanted to go as economical as possible so we stuck with two pieces, an invitation and a response card, that could both be made from one piece of cardstock from &lt;a href="http://www.paper-source.com/"&gt;PaperSource&lt;/a&gt;. Then she picked some fabulous &lt;a href="http://www.paper-source.com/cgi-bin/paper/color/10-string-amp;-button-envelopes/2506.001/111.html"&gt;red #10 envelopes with string and button closures&lt;/a&gt; to pack them in. And on her recommendation, I added the too cute &lt;a href="https://shop.usps.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?catalogId=10001&amp;amp;storeId=10052&amp;amp;productId=10001827&amp;amp;langId=-1&amp;amp;parent_category_rn=10000003&amp;amp;top_category=10000003&amp;amp;categoryId=10000068&amp;amp;top=&amp;amp;currentPage=0&amp;amp;sort=&amp;amp;viewAll=Y&amp;amp;rn=CategoriesDisplay&amp;amp;WT.ac=10001827"&gt;King and Queen of Hearts stamps&lt;/a&gt; and sent them on their merry way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you don't want words. You want pictures, right? First, here are a few more words and one detail. In my post about &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-interrupt-this-broadcast.html"&gt;my lack of DIY skills&lt;/a&gt;, I talked about how Non-Bridesmaid C. was screenprinting the invites by hand. Since our invite is all text, including some small text, the screenprinting, while adding a really cool handmade feel, ended up making some of the smaller text difficult to read, as you can see below, particularly for "November" and the end of "Saturday".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SsIl4gW8RyI/AAAAAAAAAQg/kfH_dmtv59U/s1600-h/screenprintproblem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SsIl4gW8RyI/AAAAAAAAAQg/kfH_dmtv59U/s400/screenprintproblem.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386909756977596194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We worried it might be too hard for people to read, so C. ended up printing them out on her fancy printer, and I still think they look cool and handmade. Here's a shot of the entire invitation with some info blocked out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SsIlvMRBHvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/up7jCUYsQrM/s1600-h/closeup-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SsIlvMRBHvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/up7jCUYsQrM/s400/closeup-9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386909596965215986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the bottom left corner, she included a small detail of a tree with twinkle lights (which you can see better in the preview post). She carried the string lights idea into the response card and even the envelope. Because the RSVP card had less text, she was able to screenprint it by hand. (Yes, &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/un-repondez-sil-vous-plait-vert-et-bon.html"&gt;after some debate&lt;/a&gt;, we decided to go with an e-mail RSVP. I'm sure both Emily Post and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emily_Gilmore#Emily_Gilmore"&gt;Emily Gilmore&lt;/a&gt; wouldn't approve, but the Earth will.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SsIlCQOVliI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-CxV5aAPh5Q/s1600-h/BigRSVPcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SsIlCQOVliI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-CxV5aAPh5Q/s400/BigRSVPcard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386908824933602850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a shot of the edge of the envelopes that carried on the string light motif that was also screenprinted:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SsIk4BKmeII/AAAAAAAAAQA/5OxClBv7E6c/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SsIk4BKmeII/AAAAAAAAAQA/5OxClBv7E6c/s400/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386908649092708482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's a shot of the full suite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SsIkfanKUJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/oWicbYj8jTU/s1600-h/fullsuite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SsIkfanKUJI/AAAAAAAAAPw/oWicbYj8jTU/s400/fullsuite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386908226426654866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How are your invites different than the norm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-3732539063859306339?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/3732539063859306339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/backyard-invites.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/3732539063859306339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/3732539063859306339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/backyard-invites.html' title='The Backyard Invites'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SsIl4gW8RyI/AAAAAAAAAQg/kfH_dmtv59U/s72-c/screenprintproblem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-3431175042812007953</id><published>2009-09-28T15:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:50:07.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Registry Redux</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/registration-temptation.html"&gt;Like I said before&lt;/a&gt;, The Backyard Groom and I didn't plan on having a registry for about a gazillion different reasons, not the least of which are that many of our guests will be traveling to attend our wedding and we've already lived together for two years. Back in August when I posted, we'd decided if we were going to register at all, we would do a honeymoon registry. Then a few weeks later, we booked a &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/honeymoon-hunting-episode-iii.html"&gt;honeymoon&lt;/a&gt; that sounds much pricier than it actually is, and I was afraid people might resent contributing to our swanky-sounding trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we hemmed and hawed about if we should do a registry at all until finally we bit the bullet and went the traditional route. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 424px; height: 60px;" src="https://macys-reg.weddingchannel.com/secure/images/macys/navbar/main_logo.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, we went to &lt;a href="http://macys.weddingchannel.com/catalog/fds/macysDivisionalHome.action"&gt;Macy's&lt;/a&gt; and bantered over which spatulas would best flip The Backyard Groom's trademark pumpkin pancakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In all honesty, the entire registry process was a little weird to both of us. With only 20 guests, we just wanted to register for a few things, but the lady at the registry desk was having none of that. She told us we should pick at least 50 items. 50? Seriously? We compromised with 35, but even that felt extravagant. And a good portion of those 35 things are small things, like the aforementioned spatula. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even after the awkwardness of standing in a store with a gun and trying to decide if we really needed nicer sheets, the actual act of telling people where you're registered reaches an entirely different level of awkwardness. Of course, we didn't put the information on our invitations, but when people ask outright where you're registered the subtext of that exchange basically reads as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"You're getting married so we have to buy you something."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"You better get us something good, or we will probably cut you out of our lives FOREVER."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Where is the list of these mundane things that we are supposed to buy you?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Macy's."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe I'm being cynical, but it all makes me feel guilty for picking out a list of gifts I want, like I'm six years old and writing a letter to Santa. When you're a kid, eagerly dog-earing the pages of what you want from the Toys-R-Us catalog is what you do, but as an adult, it just feels strange and selfish, making the entire ordeal more like an exercise in etiquette than giving and receiving a heartfelt gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And speaking of heartfelt gifts, I'm also worried that having a registry will discourage the people that might prefer to get us something creative and different, and not on a registry, that they think  The Backyard Groom and I might like better, like a Batman cake (&lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/06/holy-birthday-cake-batman.html"&gt;I beat y'all to the punch on that one&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So what do you think? Am I a cynic, or does creating a grown-up wish list feel a bit weird to you too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-3431175042812007953?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/3431175042812007953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/registry-redux.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/3431175042812007953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/3431175042812007953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/registry-redux.html' title='Registry Redux'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-1908915142642344398</id><published>2009-09-26T16:31:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:03:05.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Remember that &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/coming-attractions.html"&gt;sneak peek&lt;/a&gt; of our engagement session I gave last week? Well, now it's time for the feature presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, a disclaimer. Like I said before, we ended up with torrential downpours (the first in months!) on the evening of our engagement session, so we got only a few photos. We had picked an outdoor location, the Paramount Theatre, because we went there on quite a few of our early dates. We hung out under awnings and at a nearby bar while we waited for the rain to stop but it never quite did. And since The Backyard Groom and I are both photographers, we empathized with our friendor photographer's need to keep his equipment safe and dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all in all, not quite the engagement session I had thought it would be. I &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/confessions-of-obsessive-bride.html"&gt;confessed&lt;/a&gt; about how I obsessed on choosing multiple outfits, but we didn't even end up with time or enough photos for a costume change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not totally in love with this first photo, but you can tell by the frizzball that my hair became that it was not the kindest night to be photographed on. This was actually the first photo of the night, and I sort of feel like we already looked exasperated by the rainy day photo experience. Oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sr6Jo610o4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/GJFBJ6y7PqY/s1600-h/sdlr-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sr6Jo610o4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/GJFBJ6y7PqY/s400/sdlr-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385893540464468866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Photoshopped a few of these, but I think I got a little filter happy. For our photography side business, The Backyard Groom is the processing whiz so please indulge my crazy attempts at effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sr6JeqHxIJI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kfI8bOVQs_g/s1600-h/sdlr-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sr6JeqHxIJI/AAAAAAAAAPg/kfI8bOVQs_g/s400/sdlr-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385893364177641618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sr6JY-tiZNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GvHWGZNQgPc/s1600-h/sdlr-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sr6JY-tiZNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GvHWGZNQgPc/s400/sdlr-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385893266625553618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sr6JRZvi_XI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SXwRoAVIIMQ/s1600-h/sdlr-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sr6JRZvi_XI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/SXwRoAVIIMQ/s400/sdlr-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385893136442785138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sr6JIiCcgmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QtripYiMWKY/s1600-h/sdlr-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sr6JIiCcgmI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QtripYiMWKY/s400/sdlr-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385892984050713186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sr6JAhAD5xI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jPwjp6ytj-0/s1600-h/sdlr-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sr6JAhAD5xI/AAAAAAAAAPA/jPwjp6ytj-0/s400/sdlr-7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385892846333323026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sr6I4rPhwuI/AAAAAAAAAO4/FgB1z-OuTtE/s1600-h/sdlr-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sr6I4rPhwuI/AAAAAAAAAO4/FgB1z-OuTtE/s400/sdlr-9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385892711643595490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The end! I feel like we got some cool photos out of the night, but because we were so rushed and constantly ducking in and out of the rain, I'm afraid they look a little posed. I tend to like engagement photos that feel more candid and organic (as organic as having someone follow you around with a camera can be). Our friendor photographer offered to do another shoot, but I'm not sure yet if we'll take him up on it. With only a little more than a month to go, spare time is hard to find. And I'm afraid I'll be headed back into obsessive territory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did your engagement session have a sequel?&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/6248666494916903591-1908915142642344398?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/1908915142642344398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/rainy-day-photos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/1908915142642344398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/1908915142642344398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/rainy-day-photos.html' title='Rainy Day Photos'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sr6Jo610o4I/AAAAAAAAAPo/GJFBJ6y7PqY/s72-c/sdlr-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-4281018671564896464</id><published>2009-09-23T11:45:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T09:37:46.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A math problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What do you get when you add:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Srt0GvrOvkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/O-08oUzsI4U/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Srt0GvrOvkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/O-08oUzsI4U/s400/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385025438677384770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PLUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SrtzdSBoOCI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WZuI4tYric4/s1600-h/RSVPcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SrtzdSBoOCI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WZuI4tYric4/s400/RSVPcard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385024726343628834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put it together in:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SrtzZNY41II/AAAAAAAAAOg/R6hpkDsgeBY/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SrtzZNY41II/AAAAAAAAAOg/R6hpkDsgeBY/s400/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385024656379532418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And add a dash of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SrtzMvgEhKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/V5AI7MbT_NM/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SrtzMvgEhKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/V5AI7MbT_NM/s400/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385024442198164642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stumped??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Answer is The Backyard Invites! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll do a full post showing all the details of our handmade invites soon. &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/6248666494916903591-4281018671564896464?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/4281018671564896464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/math-problem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/4281018671564896464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/4281018671564896464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/math-problem.html' title='A math problem'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Srt0GvrOvkI/AAAAAAAAAOw/O-08oUzsI4U/s72-c/IMG_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-5464548409688704531</id><published>2009-09-22T14:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:37:00.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suit Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/backyard-grooms-inspiration.html"&gt;A while back&lt;/a&gt;, I mentioned that The Backyard Groom wanted to take some style cues from the Sterling Cooper executives over on "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0804503/"&gt;Mad Men&lt;/a&gt;," but I think he also wouldn't mind finding a suit like the ones &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barney_Stinson"&gt;Barney Stinson&lt;/a&gt; wears on "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0460649/"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/a&gt;" while coining catchphrases (like this blog's title) left and right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time we went suit shopping for the wedding, we hit up &lt;a href="http://www.bananarepublic.com/"&gt;Banana Republic&lt;/a&gt;'s "Mad Men" promotion. The suits were sold in separates and all very picked over, so we had a hard time finding anything that either (a) fit or (b) matched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we tried &lt;a href="http://www.macys.com/"&gt;Macy's&lt;/a&gt;. The suits were more plentiful than Banana Republic, but there was still a somewhat limited selection in his size. (The Backyard Groom wears Long sizes because he's so tall.) But on only his second attempt in the fitting room, he stumbled on a suit that suited him perfectly. It's black with black shadow stripes, narrow lapels and two buttons. And flat-front pants, which was my main hope for the new suit since his other suit has pleated pants. Unfortunately Macy's makes it very difficult to steal images from their site, and I forgot to take my camera on the shopping trip, so this is the best photo I could find online of the Alfani suit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://resources.shopstyle.com/pim/21/5e/215e294e6943026ef65e61df5fc6c681_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 140px;" src="http://resources.shopstyle.com/pim/21/5e/215e294e6943026ef65e61df5fc6c681_medium.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From the beginning, The Backyard Groom said he wanted a blue shirt, so we found him a Calvin Klein dress shirt in just the right shade of blue to make his eyes pop. Next, our very helpful Macy's sales associate helped us pick out a coordinating tie. We looked through about 20, from stripes and dots and crazy patterns to paisleys, which is what we ultimately chose. I couldn't find the exact Michael Kors tie online that we ended up with, but here is a similar one also from the Michael Kors line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache-images.pronto.com/thumb2.php?src=http%3A%2F%2Fimages.pronto.com%2Fimages%2Fproduction%2Fproducts%2Fec%2Ff9%2Fmacye72fae064ad590e461c5612ee22d-1252930905_250x305.jpg&amp;amp;wmax=225&amp;amp;hmax=300&amp;amp;quality=80&amp;amp;bgcol=FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://cache-images.pronto.com/thumb2.php?src=http%3A%2F%2Fimages.pronto.com%2Fimages%2Fproduction%2Fproducts%2Fec%2Ff9%2Fmacye72fae064ad590e461c5612ee22d-1252930905_250x305.jpg&amp;amp;wmax=225&amp;amp;hmax=300&amp;amp;quality=80&amp;amp;bgcol=FFFFFF" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we picked up a couple other ties for him to wear with the suit in its post-wedding days, a new pair of dress shoes, socks and a belt. And we thought guys had it easy! Well, I guess compared to the big wedding dress hunt they do, but there were more components and choices for dressy menswear than either of us thought. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case any of you are shopping at Macy's for anything wedding related (or just for fun!), they are running a really great promotion right now. You spend $25 for a special card, a percentage of which goes to charity (for our store it was the &lt;a href="http://austinfoodbank.org/"&gt;Capital Area Food Bank of Texas&lt;/a&gt;), and then whenever you show the card from now until December 31 (that means Black Friday and Christmas shopping, ladies!), they put 10% of each purchase on a gift card that you'll get at the beginning of 2010. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now The Backyard Groom has to get his pants hemmed (glad I'm not the only one going through alterations) and then I can't wait to see him all suited up on the big day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you strike it lucky with a suit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-5464548409688704531?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/5464548409688704531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/suit-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/5464548409688704531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/5464548409688704531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/suit-up.html' title='Suit Up!'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-908164732902905759</id><published>2009-09-18T14:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:38:27.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better By Half?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;WARNING: There are many, many, many photos ahead. Prepare yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in May, I posted some inspirations for &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/since-veil-will-only-cover-part-of-it.html"&gt;my wedding day hair&lt;/a&gt;. At the time, I was pretty set on an updo, both because of my hair's resistance to curl and because I thought it seemed more bride-y. Then my hair stylist suggested that because &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/waaaaay-more-than-27-dresses.html"&gt;I have a strapless dress&lt;/a&gt;, I should consider half-up, half-down styles. I hadn't really thought of that before, but when I mentioned the idea to a few people, they seemed to think it was a good idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I have a hair trial scheduled for the middle of October, the time has come to get serious about finding some looks that I like. Honestly, I had an easier time finding updos that struck my fancy, but I'd like my stylist to try both an updo and a half-up do. Half-up dos seem to be a little more hit or miss because there's such a slippery slope to prom hair, which is usually characterized by the top half slicked back and the bottom half in supertight curls, or on the other end of the spectrum, anything resembling the hair style of choice of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0092359/"&gt;Stephanie Tanner&lt;/a&gt; in the late 1980s or early 1990s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1500000/stephanie-tanner-full-house-1512957-323-297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 297px;" src="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1500000/stephanie-tanner-full-house-1512957-323-297.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/1500000/stephanie-tanner-full-house-1512957-323-297.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said in my last hair post, my locks are cut in a blunt shoulder-length bob with long, sideswept bangs. Finding half-up dos for hair of my length proved tricky. The best option I found was this photo of Kristin Cavallari, although only one side of her hair looks pinned back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.beautifulhairstyles.com/medium/pictures/080916kristincavallari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.beautifulhairstyles.com/medium/pictures/080916kristincavallari.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.beautifulhairstyles.com/medium/pictures/080916kristincavallari.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I do like the look, but I'm afraid it may look more party girl than bride. Although that could just be because I watched way too many episodes of "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0426738/"&gt;Laguna Beach: The Real Orange County&lt;/a&gt;" thanks to the urging of a couple non-bridesmaids that shall go unmentioned. (Cough, B., C., Cough.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I wear my hair half-up on any normal day, it looks vaguely similar to the how Rebecca Romijn's hair looks below. I should probably clarify that sadly I look nothing like Rebecca Romijn when I wear it that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/instyle/images/2008/galleries/031108_romijn_400x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/instyle/images/2008/galleries/031108_romijn_400x400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/instyle/images/2008/galleries/031108_romijn_400x400.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think if I just try to go that normal route, it will feel too plain and everyday. I want pretty and, yes, a little fancy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In the next photo, Eva Longoria amps up the sexy on a typical half-up, half-down do with some major &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000003/"&gt;Brigitte Bardot&lt;/a&gt;-esque volume. Could I pull that off with shoulder-length hair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.handbag.com/?module=images&amp;amp;func=display&amp;amp;fileId=44410"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.handbag.com/?module=images&amp;amp;func=display&amp;amp;fileId=44410" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.handbag.com/?module=images&amp;amp;func=display&amp;amp;fileId=44410"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's a similar but softer look on &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0601553/"&gt;Mrs. Ryan Adams&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t274/lizzyj03/MandyMoore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 445px;" src="http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t274/lizzyj03/MandyMoore.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://i162.photobucket.com/albums/t274/lizzyj03/MandyMoore.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next, I left La-La Land behind and looked for some half-up, half-down dos worn by regular folks. I LOVE the next photo, but I don't think I have enough hair (in addition to the shorter length, my hair is fine and thin) to replicate the look. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DOQrQIzggu8/SRTEsIyCUtI/AAAAAAAADQw/Zsr_rhOu15E/DSCN0033_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 418px; height: 314px;" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DOQrQIzggu8/SRTEsIyCUtI/AAAAAAAADQw/Zsr_rhOu15E/DSCN0033_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DOQrQIzggu8/SRTEsIyCUtI/AAAAAAAADQw/Zsr_rhOu15E/DSCN0033_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This next one is similar to Eva's and Mandy's, although I'm not quite sure what that big white thing is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lovehair.co.uk/Half%20up%20half%20down/images/img00533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.lovehair.co.uk/Half%20up%20half%20down/images/img00533.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.lovehair.co.uk/Half%20up%20half%20down/images/img00533.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I like this shot of how a (much more subtle) barrette was used in a half-up do. Pretty, pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cristinajanusz.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/half-updo-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 300px;" src="http://cristinajanusz.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/half-updo-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://cristinajanusz.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/half-updo-2.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This next one also uses some pretty weaving, although the half that's down has way more curl than my hair would likely hold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lovehair.co.uk/Half%20up%20half%20down/images/img_2659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.lovehair.co.uk/Half%20up%20half%20down/images/img_2659.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.lovehair.co.uk/Half%20up%20half%20down/images/img_2659.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enough with the regular people. Let's get back to celebrities! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I tried to think of someone famous with hair a similar length to mine who mixed up their styles frequently, and I suddenly remembered my favorite teen gumshoe - &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0412253/"&gt;Veronica Mars&lt;/a&gt;! In any given episode, I swear they changed Veronica's hairstyle at least five times. And for the first two seasons, her hair wasn't much longer than mine. I knew something would turn up on Google Images, but sadly, I'm not as good of a detective as Veronica and her dad. (A funny aside for fans of the show - when you Google "Veronica Mars hair", the search returns more photos of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1218621/"&gt;Dick Casablancas&lt;/a&gt; than Veronica.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I looked for some photos of Kristen Bell away from Neptune, CA, and found the one below. Yes, it's longer than mine, but I've got the bangs. And I like the way it requires very little curl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/080407/Kristen-Bell_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/080407/Kristen-Bell_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/080407/Kristen-Bell_l.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that, well, I got tired of Googling. So what do you think? Do you like any of these styles?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-908164732902905759?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/908164732902905759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/better-by-half.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/908164732902905759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/908164732902905759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/better-by-half.html' title='Better By Half?'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_DOQrQIzggu8/SRTEsIyCUtI/AAAAAAAADQw/Zsr_rhOu15E/s72-c/DSCN0033_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-6966669762750951709</id><published>2009-09-17T16:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:37:36.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Attractions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So despite all my &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/confessions-of-obsessive-bride.html"&gt;obsessing&lt;/a&gt;, our engagement session outside the historic Paramount Theatre didn't really go as planned. Chalk it up to the rainiest weather we've had here in Austin in months. Oh well. A few of the photos turned out good. The Backyard Groom wants to play with some of them in Photoshop, but I had to post this one as soon as I saw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SrKo7b0LItI/AAAAAAAAAOI/g0boT91iwds/s400/IMG_0555.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382550243693503186" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't even know the usher had been standing there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever run into any snags during a photo shoot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/6248666494916903591-6966669762750951709?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/6966669762750951709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/coming-attractions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/6966669762750951709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/6966669762750951709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/coming-attractions.html' title='Coming Attractions'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SrKo7b0LItI/AAAAAAAAAOI/g0boT91iwds/s72-c/IMG_0555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-5598985925858389901</id><published>2009-09-15T09:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:37:56.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of an Obsessive Bride</title><content type='html'>The Backyard Wedding may not be flush with all the details worthy of a spread in &lt;i&gt;Martha Stewart Weddings&lt;/i&gt;, and I'm more than happy to dismiss &lt;i&gt;The Knot&lt;/i&gt; essentials like programs and table numbers without a fleeting second thought. But just because our wedding is small doesn't mean I can't be as obsessive about certain details as big-wedding brides. Maybe it's just that the aspects of the wedding I get caught up in are a little different.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take last Friday. We were all set to take our &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/engaging-photos.html"&gt;engagement photos&lt;/a&gt; that evening outside Austin's historic &lt;a href="http://www.austintheatre.org/site/PageServer?pagename=Home"&gt;Paramount Theatre&lt;/a&gt;. Well, we were all set except I still had no idea what I was going to be wearing. What's an obsessive bride to do? Why, have their indulgent fiance take photos of them in 13 different outfits the night before, of course! And then run home in the driving rain on their lunch break to finagle taking a photo of themselves to add one last-minute option to the mix. Then send all 14, yes, 14, photos to family, friends and family friends (Thanks, M.A. and H.!) and frantically beg for their opinions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, that's how I spent all day Friday. When I was at work. And supposed to be working. Oops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then, as is the custom with the very best-laid plans, our engagement session didn't quite work out the way we had intended. The driving rain on my lunch break hadn't let up by the evening and ended up lasting through most of the weekend. After a ridiculous scorcher of a summer here in Austin, I was thrilled for the rain (although I hope &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/"&gt;Weddingbee&lt;/a&gt; blogger and fellow Austinite &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/author/mouse/"&gt;Miss Mouse&lt;/a&gt; still managed to have a beautiful wedding day), but because of the wet weather, we had to cut our engagement session seriously short and spend most of it planning our shots around the intermittent downpours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, my hair frizzed out so big that I doubt you'll even notice which of the 14 outfits made the cut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should get the photos sometime this week from our friendor photographer, and if I don't look like a drowned rat, I'll post a few. In the meantime, I'll get back to reading wedding blogs and figuring out what I'm going to obsess about next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait, I mean I'll get back to work. Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do you obsess about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-5598985925858389901?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/5598985925858389901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/confessions-of-obsessive-bride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/5598985925858389901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/5598985925858389901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/confessions-of-obsessive-bride.html' title='Confessions of an Obsessive Bride'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-565542878814895342</id><published>2009-09-09T16:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:38:12.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a nice day for a white wedding wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sorry about the title. I couldn't resist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So earlier this week, I talked about the &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/red-red-wine.html"&gt;red wine&lt;/a&gt; we picked for the wedding. On the same trip to &lt;a href="http://www.specsonline.com/"&gt;Spec's&lt;/a&gt; when the wine guy picked out our two red options, he also suggested two Texas pinot grigios - one by &lt;a href="http://www.llanowine.com/"&gt;Llano Estacado&lt;/a&gt; and the other by &lt;a href="http://www.messinahof.com/"&gt;Messina Hof&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SqgamZ7KP5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/uRpP0Qm77ic/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SqgamZ7KP5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/uRpP0Qm77ic/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379579001990430610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before I got a chance to open these babies, I decided to visit a different Spec's and ask a different wine guy. This time I got a completely different answer. This guy suggested two Texas varietals that would complement barbecue - the &lt;a href="http://mcphersoncellars.com/Home.html"&gt;McPherson Viognier&lt;/a&gt; and the Llano Estacado Chenin Blanc. He said both would be sweeter than the pinot grigios. So here are the four bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SqgaES-FXqI/AAAAAAAAANw/8Er3B7VkyCg/s1600-h/IMG_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SqgaES-FXqI/AAAAAAAAANw/8Er3B7VkyCg/s320/IMG_0076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379578416008093346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I gathered another group of four tasters, and while the two dry white wine drinkers preferred the Llano Estacado Pinot Grigio, the overall consensus was that the crowd-pleasing and sweeter Llano Estacado Chenin Blanc (on the far right) was the winner. And it costs only $5.99 a bottle, which is pretty doggone exciting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still on the hunt for a Texas sparkling wine, but I haven't found one yet. Any suggestions? If that doesn't work out, I guess a round of champagne tasting is in order next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which white wine did you pick?&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/6248666494916903591-565542878814895342?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/565542878814895342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-nice-day-for-white-wedding-wine.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/565542878814895342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/565542878814895342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-nice-day-for-white-wedding-wine.html' title='It&apos;s a nice day for a white wedding wine'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SqgamZ7KP5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/uRpP0Qm77ic/s72-c/IMG_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-9121263600147819392</id><published>2009-09-07T14:08:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:38:31.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red, Red Wine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As I mentioned way back in May when I talked about the possibilities for &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/backyard-beer.html"&gt;The Backyard Beer&lt;/a&gt;, we'd really like to feature Texas specialties at our wedding, from &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/finger-lickin-good.html"&gt;barbecue&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://shiner.com/"&gt;Shiner Bock&lt;/a&gt;. And of course that extends to the wine. In the past decade, the Texas Hill Country, which is located immediately west of Austin, has earned a &lt;a href="http://www.southernliving.com/travel/south-west/texas-hill-country-the-next-napa-00400000007341/"&gt;reputation&lt;/a&gt; for having particularly good wines, so in this case, going local should also mean going tasty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Non-Bridesmaid R. paid a pre-wedding trip to Austin recently, we took it upon ourselves to do some wine tasting. We talked to a wine expert at local liquor mecca &lt;a href="http://www.specsonline.com/"&gt;Spec's&lt;/a&gt;, and he suggested two local wines that would work particularly well with barbecue (our wedding meal of choice) and our budget (less than $10 a bottle). One was the &lt;a href="http://www.llanowine.com/"&gt;Llano Estacado Signature Red Meritage&lt;/a&gt;, and the other was &lt;a href="http://www.beckervineyards.com/"&gt;Becker Vineyards Iconoclast Cabernet Sauvignon&lt;/a&gt;. Here are the two bottles:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SqVjqyxKpzI/AAAAAAAAANg/Lv5VyYhbBWc/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SqVjqyxKpzI/AAAAAAAAANg/Lv5VyYhbBWc/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378814916797572914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our four wine testers all voted for the Becker Cab, and lucky for us, it checks in at only $7.99 a bottle. Woohoo! Not only that, but its label is infinitely cooler:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SqVjSBEbWNI/AAAAAAAAANY/rRGBzNlgbqI/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SqVjSBEbWNI/AAAAAAAAANY/rRGBzNlgbqI/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378814491139725522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Up next, we try four different whites. Wine tasting is just such a burden, you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did you have a party to pick your wines?&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/6248666494916903591-9121263600147819392?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/9121263600147819392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/red-red-wine.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/9121263600147819392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/9121263600147819392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/red-red-wine.html' title='Red, Red Wine'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SqVjqyxKpzI/AAAAAAAAANg/Lv5VyYhbBWc/s72-c/IMG_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-893665319534128843</id><published>2009-09-04T14:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:39:05.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Memory Keepers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In my &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/memory-keepers.html"&gt;last post&lt;/a&gt;, I talked about the memory book The Backyard Groom's grandma bought us. It doubles as a guestbook, and honestly, I hadn't given very much consideration to a guestbook before receiving that gift. I still want to use it because I know those memory books make such neat keepsakes. We can have people sign it before the ceremony even begins, right when they enter The Backyard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As film fans and photographers, the walls of our apartment bear no shortage of framed photos and movie posters. But the walls of our bedroom are pretty dull. We've got a couple of framed photos, and that's it. Last night I got an idea. Wouldn't it be cool to have something from our wedding that would double as art? My parents have their wedding certificate framed in their bedroom, but certificates certainly looked cooler and more personalized back then than they do now in the age of computers and laser printers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what if in addition to the memory book that guests sign before the ceremony, we have a different thing for them to sign before dinner or during the reception. Is that overkill? With a big wedding, I think it might be, but with 20 guests, I feel like it's doable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I looked for different options. The first one is one that I've seen at several weddings - the photo mat signing. Here is a good example:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1359/941796622_4fd225b2c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 427px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1359/941796622_4fd225b2c3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1359/941796622_4fd225b2c3.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We really have a lot of photos of the two of us around the house, so I'm not totally crazy about this idea. I know I'll want some of our wedding and engagement photos framed, but I think I'd like something different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I started thinking about other things we could mat and frame. This led me to think about &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-interrupt-this-broadcast.html"&gt;our invitations&lt;/a&gt;, which I am giddily excited about (and promise to show real photos of soon!). I thought we could mat our invite and have people sign around it. Then when I mentioned this to Non-Bridesmaid C., the invite designer herself, she suggested printing out a bigger version of the invite and matting that. I searched &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; for ideas and saw this cool poster where the couple were having people sign directly on it, like a concert or movie poster or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2172/3533854828_e46d94ffa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 477px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2172/3533854828_e46d94ffa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2172/3533854828_e46d94ffa2.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really like this idea. I think it would fit with everything else in our apartment and be a fun way to remember the day. Plus the ever present invitation would mean The Backyard Groom would have no excuse for ever forgetting our anniversary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I kept searching online to find other ideas of guestbooks that double as wall art. Then I came across a beautifully romantic idea in the Quaker marriage certificate. In &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quaker_wedding"&gt;Quaker Weddings&lt;/a&gt; (scroll down to 'law' to read about it), the vows are hand lettered (usually in calligraphy) onto a piece of nice paper and then the piece of paper is signed by the bride, groom and everyone in attendance as a demonstration of their support for the marriage. Even the words describing the certificate makes me all swoony, but look at the photo of one below (and preferably open it in a new tab or window so you can read the text) and try not to swoon yourself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymB6Q5R3s7c/SMlqGqJn_dI/AAAAAAAAANM/M0C6g2fm9As/s1600/s_lauber72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 576px; height: 778px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymB6Q5R3s7c/SMlqGqJn_dI/AAAAAAAAANM/M0C6g2fm9As/s1600/s_lauber72.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymB6Q5R3s7c/SMlqGqJn_dI/AAAAAAAAANM/M0C6g2fm9As/s1600/s_lauber72.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really like both ideas. I'm not sure how expensive it would be obtain one of these Quaker marriage certificates, so I'll have to look into that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe we just need more wall space...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What do you think of these options? Are you turning any aspect of your wedding into a piece of art?&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/6248666494916903591-893665319534128843?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/893665319534128843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-memory-keepers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/893665319534128843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/893665319534128843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-memory-keepers.html' title='More Memory Keepers'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1359/941796622_4fd225b2c3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-4689726531918800390</id><published>2009-09-02T16:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:39:44.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Keepers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When The Backyard Wedding &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/waiting-is-hardest-part.html"&gt;fiiiiiinallly&lt;/a&gt; gets here, I want plenty of different ways to document the day and all that comes after. I've heard so many brides say that the day just passes by in a blur, and with such a small wedding, I don't think we're in much danger of getting receiving line amnesia, but I want to take precautions anyway. I've already posted about &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/picture-perfect.html"&gt;photo books&lt;/a&gt;, which we'll definitely be making and serve as a good solution for any fears of forgetfulness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently The Backyard Groom's sweet grandmother gifted me with a traditional wedding memory book. It's ivory, which makes me happy because it matches my dress, and it's also got room for all kinds of details inside, from detailed descriptions of the courtship (love that word!) to a place for all the guests to sign. I hadn't really thought much about guestbooks before I got the memory book, so at least we don't have to worry about that now. Here's a photo of the book's cover:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sp7niFYJu1I/AAAAAAAAANI/qPl6S56Ktw4/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sp7niFYJu1I/AAAAAAAAANI/qPl6S56Ktw4/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376989577871997778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That takes care of the wedding day, but I'd like to do something special to chronicle our early days as newlyweds. Enter the most ingenious gift ever, courtesy of Non-Bridesmaid R. It's perfect for a pair of movie fans, concertgoers and travelers like The Backyard Groom and me. I give you the Ticket Stub Diary:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sp7nXW8UzBI/AAAAAAAAANA/LWg2s7S9oAE/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sp7nXW8UzBI/AAAAAAAAANA/LWg2s7S9oAE/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376989393608559634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each page has different sized spaces to insert ticket stubs, complete with a margin to put notes about each ticket stub. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sp7nHuOHK5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/63zrUlB6MXc/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sp7nHuOHK5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/63zrUlB6MXc/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376989124979272594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's such a simple yet awesome concept that I can't believe no one thought of it before. She picked it up in a boutique on the East Coast, but I bet someone craftier than me could try for a DIY version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How will we fill its pages? Well, The Backyard Groom has kept all his movie ticket stubs since high school, but I've only kept up with really important ones. To balance that out, I think we'll start putting stubs in the book right after we say "I do" and thus making &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/honeymoon-hunting-episode-iii.html"&gt;our Tokyo honeymoon&lt;/a&gt; and all that comes after it fair game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are some other good ways to chronicle your wedding and your early days as newlyweds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-4689726531918800390?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/4689726531918800390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/memory-keepers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/4689726531918800390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/4689726531918800390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/09/memory-keepers.html' title='Memory Keepers'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sp7niFYJu1I/AAAAAAAAANI/qPl6S56Ktw4/s72-c/IMG_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-2863643052583276107</id><published>2009-08-31T10:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:40:11.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting is the Hardest Part</title><content type='html'>Even though The Backyard Wedding is by no means as big and complicated as most weddings, I still manage to let myself get overwhelmed by all that we have left to do. And plan. And buy. Oh, the buying. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, the &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/horror.html"&gt;nightmares&lt;/a&gt; don't help the stress, but I think a good chunk of that overwhelmed feeling probably stems from wanting to think about the wedding and &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/"&gt;read&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.stylemepretty.com/"&gt;wedding&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2000dollarwedding.com/"&gt;blogs&lt;/a&gt; and twirl in my wedding &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/waaaaay-more-than-27-dresses.html"&gt;dress&lt;/a&gt; while all the responsibilities of my full-time job, freelance work and everyday mundanities keep pulling me back to the ground. It's a tug of war, and I desperately want happy fun wedding thoughts to win. But when they do, I end up feeling guilty for neglecting everything else, which tempers the happy fun part a little bit. On the other hand, when responsibilities give wedding planning the heave-ho, I feel like my head and heart aren't always 100% in them, like I'm suffering from that oh-so-prevalent "&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/07/17/bride-brain/"&gt;bride brain&lt;/a&gt;" affliction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there are decisions left to be made, things left to be bought and responsibilities that have maybe been a little neglected. Those all contribute to the stress. But more than anything, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLCJEYLIBQY"&gt;Tom Petty&lt;/a&gt; was right -- the waiting is the hardest part. I've got just a smidge over two months to go before this shindig, and sometimes it feels like I can't wait anymore. I want that day to be here NOW. And honestly, it's not even so I can wear the dress or see how &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/backyard-virtual-tour.html"&gt;The Backyard&lt;/a&gt; looks all dolled up or add another piece of bling to my finger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I really want is to be married to The Backyard Groom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When our wedding day rolls around,  our engagement will have lasted just a tick under nine months, which is short compared to most. I'm not sure if I could make it any longer than that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until that day, I'll fill my time with planning, doing, buying and an unwinnable game of tug of war. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you playing the waiting game?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-2863643052583276107?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/2863643052583276107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/waiting-is-hardest-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/2863643052583276107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/2863643052583276107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/waiting-is-hardest-part.html' title='The Waiting is the Hardest Part'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-7875902887840740407</id><published>2009-08-26T22:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:16:08.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon Hunting: Episode III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's time now for the final installment of our gripping &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/honeymoon-hunting-episode-ii.html"&gt;Honeymoon Hunting&lt;/a&gt; saga, wherein The Backyard Groom and I have travelled the globe (in our heads, anyhow) searching for the perfect honeymoon spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When we last left our would-be honeymooners, The Backyard Bride was anxiously awaiting Wednesday to find out what top 20 deals had made it into her &lt;a href="http://www.travelzoo.com"&gt;Travelzoo&lt;/a&gt; newsletter. One such Wednesday, with less than three months to go to the wedding, one deal struck her fancy. So she told The Backyard Groom about it. Turns out, it struck his fancy too. In fact, they both got really excited about it, more excited that they had been about any other possibility. It just seemed so...different. It even fit The Backyard Groom's "epic" requirement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And as an added bonus, it would give them the chance to re-enact scenes from one of their favorite movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://floatingworld.typepad.com/floating_world_views/images/2008/01/13/lost_in_translation_c2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://floatingworld.typepad.com/floating_world_views/images/2008/01/13/lost_in_translation_c2.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yep, The Backyard Groom and I will be headed to Tokyo to celebrate our newlywed status. Crazy, huh? We never thought our honeymoon would be filled with sights like the one below, but we are both head-over-heels excited to spend our first days as &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=smug%20married"&gt;smug marrieds&lt;/a&gt; in such an entirely different culture than our own. We've only been to Europe before, so this will be a big new adventure for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 539px;" src="http://keokierra.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/tokyo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://keokierra.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/tokyo.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And we plan on inserting some of the pretty bits of "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0335266/"&gt;Lost in Translation&lt;/a&gt;" into the trip, like drinks at the beautiful &lt;a href="http://tokyo.park.hyatt.com/hyatt/hotels/entertainment/index.jsp"&gt;Park Hyatt Tokyo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 485px; height: 322px;" src="http://www.reelingreviews.com/lostintranslationpic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.reelingreviews.com/lostintranslationpic.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We'll be in Japan for six nights, and we've booked a beautiful hotel in Tokyo for the first half of the trip. For the second half, we hope to explore some of Japan's other nearby wonders, like Nikko, Kamakura and Hakone. We also would love to get a glimpse of the elusive Mt. Fuji, shown below with all the splendor of the fall foliage that should be brightening up the trees during our trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 415px; height: 332px;" src="http://www.destination360.com/asia/japan/images/s/japan-mount-fuji.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.destination360.com/asia/japan/images/s/japan-mount-fuji.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We'd also like to plan a stay in a traditional Japanese &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ryokan_(Japanese_inn)"&gt;ryokan&lt;/a&gt; complete with a private &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Onsen"&gt;onsen&lt;/a&gt;, or hot springs, like the one below. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.traveladventures.org/continents/asia/images/onsen02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.traveladventures.org/continents/asia/images/onsen02.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Any readers out there been to Japan? Do you have any tips for us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-7875902887840740407?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/7875902887840740407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/honeymoon-hunting-episode-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7875902887840740407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7875902887840740407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/honeymoon-hunting-episode-iii.html' title='Honeymoon Hunting: Episode III'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-7251655404208212698</id><published>2009-08-25T13:58:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:40:41.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We interrupt this broadcast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'll be wrapping up the &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/honeymoon-hunting-episode-ii.html"&gt;Honeymoon Hunting&lt;/a&gt; series tomorrow by finally spilling the beans about where we'll be spending our first days as newlyweds. I'll give you a hint: we'll be spending one of those first days on a plane. Like the whole. entire. day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry about the interruption, but I had to get a confession off my chest before I could continue. If you've been reading about my adventures in planning The Backyard Wedding for long, you'll remember my early promises to add &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/d-i-why.html"&gt;some DIY touches to our wedding&lt;/a&gt;. Those things are all still happening - the handmade bouquet, the candle jars, the twinkle lights. But it wouldn't be fair to include the Y in DIY.  I am, along with other family members, actively collecting jars to use as candles, but I can't even figure out to get the labels off cleanly. And remember &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/d-i-why-project-1-fail.html"&gt;my dreadful bouquet attempt&lt;/a&gt;? The truth is I'm a DIY failure. I just don't have the patience or inclination, which makes me feel a wee bit inadequate because I'm pretty detail-oriented and meticulous in other aspects of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But even with my crafty failings, The Backyard Wedding will still be full of these DIY touches and projects because The Backyard Groom and I have been blessed with some pretty doggone talented friends and family members. So maybe instead of DIY, we should call these projects DIFMP (do-it-for-me-please). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DIFMP Exhibit 1. Non-Bridesmaid C. designed our invitations, and they are AWESOME. Like seriously unique and cool and unlike any invites I've seen. And they are very us, which was really important to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of designing the invites, she is also screenprinting them herself with the help of a friend, which just makes them even cooler. I really didn't know anything about screenprinting before this, but she said she would send me some photos of the process along the way. Last night, she did a test run. Apparently the first step is to burn the image onto the screen using a high-wattage light and photo emulsion solution. Once the image is burned you wash off the excess emulsion solution, which you can see in the photo below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SpQ0nTw1hMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8GXSrw6CWWQ/s1600-h/DSCN5450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SpQ0nTw1hMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8GXSrw6CWWQ/s320/DSCN5450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373978105284494530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there are inks and things to mix, which are eventually applied to the screen. (I'm winging the description that goes along with these photos at this point, but maybe I can persuade C. to do a guest blog about the process once it's all completed.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SpQ0i9NVEtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Gv98pZB0K_o/s1600-h/DSCN5457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SpQ0i9NVEtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Gv98pZB0K_o/s320/DSCN5457.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373978030510510802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SpQ0dNq8YuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xsflqWTKsH8/s1600-h/DSCN5471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SpQ0dNq8YuI/AAAAAAAAAMg/xsflqWTKsH8/s320/DSCN5471.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373977931850474210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The test run went well so now the invites will actually be screenprinted along with notecards about &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/un-repondez-sil-vous-plait-vert-et-bon.html"&gt;RSVP e-mail info&lt;/a&gt; and a design on the envelopes. I can't wait to see the finished product.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have any friends tackling DIY tasks for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-7251655404208212698?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/7251655404208212698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-interrupt-this-broadcast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7251655404208212698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7251655404208212698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-interrupt-this-broadcast.html' title='We interrupt this broadcast...'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SpQ0nTw1hMI/AAAAAAAAAMw/8GXSrw6CWWQ/s72-c/DSCN5450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-7086801131370276063</id><published>2009-08-24T10:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:41:10.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon Hunting: Episode II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When &lt;a href="http://www.uah.edu/colleges/liberal/fll/languages/languages_images/barcelona.jpg"&gt;we last left off&lt;/a&gt;, The Backyard Groom and I were on the verge of booking a two-week Central European honeymoon when I changed jobs, and the number of vacation days I had to work with shrunk considerably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked about doing Prague by itself or maybe just Prague and Vienna, but we really wanted to do all those cities as one big trip so we opted to hold off. Instead, we started looking at other European cities we could do in a week. After seeing "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0497465/"&gt;Vicky Cristina Barcelona&lt;/a&gt;", I really wanted to visit Barcelona and see some of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gaudi"&gt;Gaudi&lt;/a&gt;'s crazy architecture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uah.edu/colleges/liberal/fll/languages/languages_images/barcelona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 439px; height: 341px;" src="http://www.uah.edu/colleges/liberal/fll/languages/languages_images/barcelona.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.uah.edu/colleges/liberal/fll/languages/languages_images/barcelona.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But airfare prices to Barcelona were sky high, and the investment seemed too much for such a short period of time. We decided to keep Barcelona in mind, while looking at other deals and hoping that my beloved weekly &lt;a href="http://www.travelzoo.com/"&gt;Travelzoo&lt;/a&gt; newsletter would have some Spanish specials.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Each Wednesday, I hoped to find a deal in my inbox, but as the weeks went by, I began to give up hope. So I started looking into a more typical honeymoon experience that was also more reasonably priced, the Mexico all-inclusive. Honestly, after starting a new job, a week on a beach with a view like the one below sounded pretty dang good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://local4traffic.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/mayanrivieraheader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 494px; height: 335px;" src="http://local4traffic.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/mayanrivieraheader.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://local4traffic.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/mayanrivieraheader.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mexico is much closer to Texas than Spain is so we wouldn't have to waste too much time in the air. And the price would cover all our drinks and food. It seemed like the perfect solution. But honestly, deep down, neither of us could get too excited about it. Again The Backyard Groom tossed around the word "epic" so we abandoned the Mayan Riviera in hopes of finding something else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Weeks passed, and suddenly it was August. We had less than three months until the wedding and no honeymoon booked. And then Travelzoo finally delivered, although not in the way we expected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you end up choosing an unexpected locale for your honeymoon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-7086801131370276063?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/7086801131370276063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/honeymoon-hunting-episode-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7086801131370276063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7086801131370276063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/honeymoon-hunting-episode-ii.html' title='Honeymoon Hunting: Episode II'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-6629595434498823551</id><published>2009-08-20T09:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:41:35.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon Hunting: Episode I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Now that we've finally booked our honeymoon, I'll share the story of how we ended up choosing our destination and all the many places that we considered spending our first days as newlyweds before we made that decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Backyard Groom and I have created a tradition of taking one big vacation a year and spending the rest of the year saving up for our next journey abroad. In the past, we've always taken this trip in February, since it's the off-season in many places and prices tend to be much, much lower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we settled on November for the wedding, we weren't sure what to do about the honeymoon. We liked the tradition of having our big trip in February to look forward to each year, but we didn't want to wait until February to take our honeymoon. At first, we considered spending less on the honeymoon so we would still have enough to take our traditional bigger trip in February. Where could we go cheaply but still have a fabulous time and be spoiled as newlyweds? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/So1kwcOkgUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/iyh4Nc4g4KM/s1600-h/Vegas_Strip_at_Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/So1kwcOkgUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/iyh4Nc4g4KM/s400/Vegas_Strip_at_Night.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372060713896673602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(photo courtesy of The Backyard Groom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Las Vegas, of course! Longtime readers will remember that we also &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-wed-where.html"&gt;originally considered getting hitched in Vegas&lt;/a&gt; before settling on The Backyard. We both thought a Vegas honeymoon would be fun, but at the same time, we usually make a pilgrimage to Sin City each year so we were afraid it would feel like any other trip there. So we nixed that option. Now I'm thrilled about that decision, because two of our friends will be marrying in Vegas in January so we'll get to take a trip there not too long after our own wedding. And we'll get to book the reservations as Mr. and Mrs. The Backyard Groom! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started talking more and more about what we wanted out of our honeymoon. (1) We're not really beach people, but we love exploring cities so we wanted to visit somewhere with lots of history, art and food options. (2) We wanted to leave the U.S. (3) We wanted cold weather, which may seem crazy to anyone north of the Mason-Dixon line, but as Texans, we tend to think of cold weather as more romantic than the boiling temps we're accustomed to. (4) When describing what he wanted out of a honeymoon, The Backyard Groom may have used the word "epic." After looking at these considerations, we finally decided that we would just use the money we typically put toward our February trip and use it for our honeymoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of The Backyard Groom's dream destinations is Prague so we started working on building a trip around "the Golden City," pictured below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://praguehotel.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/prague_night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://praguehotel.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/prague_night.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://praguehotel.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/prague_night.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We mapped out a two-week itinerary of Central Europe, flying into Prague, taking the train to Vienna then Salzburg and finally Munich, where would fly out from. We priced airfare, researched romantic B&amp;amp;Bs on &lt;a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/"&gt;TripAdvisor&lt;/a&gt; and checked rail schedules. I may or may not have started singing songs from "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0059742/"&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/a&gt;" when I looked at pictures of Salzburg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.isispa.org/pic/salzburg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 580px; height: 387px;" src="http://www.isispa.org/pic/salzburg1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.isispa.org/pic/salzburg1.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were ready to make it official and book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I got a new job. And the oh-so-lovely 25 vacations days that I had been accustomed to at my old company dwindled to a meager 10, which I have since learned is the corporate standard. With just 10 vacation days for the entire year, a 14-day trip to Central Europe wouldn't work unless I committed to not getting sick the rest of the year. I couldn't take the gamble, so we were on the hunt for a new honeymoon option.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did anything affect your honeymoon plans at the last minute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6248666494916903591-6629595434498823551?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/6629595434498823551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/honeymoon-hunting-episode-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/6629595434498823551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/6629595434498823551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/honeymoon-hunting-episode-i.html' title='Honeymoon Hunting: Episode I'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/So1kwcOkgUI/AAAAAAAAAMY/iyh4Nc4g4KM/s72-c/Vegas_Strip_at_Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-8778056297006661345</id><published>2009-08-18T10:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:17:15.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In early September, we'll be taking our engagement portraits. Sure, we'll only have two months until The Backyard Wedding at that point, but better late than never, right? I &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/engaging-photos.html"&gt;posted a few months ago&lt;/a&gt; about different locations around town we had been considering, and we've finally decided on the historic &lt;a href="http://www.austintheatre.org"&gt;Paramount Theatre&lt;/a&gt;, since it's one of our favorite places in Austin and where we went on a few of our very early dates. So we're hoping to time the shoot for when the marquee bears the name of The Backyard Groom's all-time favorite movie, "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0056172/"&gt;Lawrence of Arabia&lt;/a&gt;," which we see there every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our photographer is a friendor who has never shot a wedding before (although he's worked as a professional portrait photographer for years), so I can't wait to see how the photos turn out. Since the engagement session is so late, we won't be including photos in our awesome invites (which I'll be blogging about soon!), but we might like to include a few in our wedding album. We've always been planning to make our wedding album ourselves using one of the many options available online. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, The Backyard Groom and I try to take one big vacation every year, and after each one, he makes me a photo book of the best pictures from the trip. (Since he's a professional photographer, there is no shortage of great pictures!) In the past he's used, Apple's &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ilife/iphoto/"&gt;iPhoto&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com"&gt;Shutterfly&lt;/a&gt; to make albums, and they've all turned out great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For any readers out there who have never ordered photo books online, they are usually around 20 pages in length and combine photos and text. For basic books, you can add additional pages for a price, and you can also customize the cover to be a hardcover with a photo, leather or suede or a soft cover. You can choose from a template or design the book yourself using their client software. The photos are all flush-mounted, meaning they are printed directly on the page, so no messing with photo corners or tape. The paper is usually glossy but a little heftier than what you'd find in a magazine. Basic prices for Shutterfly albums range from $25 to $50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's an example of a Shutterfly book: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/shop/pipshots/3001_l-v124949583800038069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/shop/pipshots/3001_l-v124949583800038069.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I recently made a very special non-wedding related book of my own using a different company that we'd never tried before, &lt;a href="http://www.mpix.com"&gt;Mpix&lt;/a&gt;. A 10x10 book with 20 pages and a custom hardcover came out to only $50, and the turnaround time from when I uploaded the finished design to when I received the book in the mail was just five days. The custom hardcover looks incredible in person, and I'm really pleased with how the inside turned out as well. We may use them to print our wedding albums or possibly albums for our parents. Below is an example of an Mpix book:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mpix.com/images/products/large/LargeCustomCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 505px; height: 355px;" src="http://mpix.com/images/products/large/LargeCustomCover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.mpix.com"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Or we may splurge on our wedding album and order one of the gorgeous &lt;a href="https://www.kissweddingbooks.com/index.html"&gt;KISS Books.&lt;/a&gt; They don't list their prices online, but I'm thinking they run in the $300 to $400 range. Each book has a black leather cover with thick pages that lay flat when they are opened. Take a look at this beauty below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kissweddingbooks.com/store/images/large/kissbook_LRG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 323px;" src="http://www.kissweddingbooks.com/store/images/large/kissbook_LRG.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="https://www.kissweddingbooks.com/index.html"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Has anyone had a good experience making their own wedding album? I'm always interested in other options.&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/6248666494916903591-8778056297006661345?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/8778056297006661345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/picture-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/8778056297006661345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/8778056297006661345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/picture-perfect.html' title='Picture Perfect'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-1346955599234521186</id><published>2009-08-14T08:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T09:36:42.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Repondez S'il Vous Plait Vert et Bon Marche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rlv.zcache.com/rsvp_r%C3%A9pondez_sil_vous_pla%C3%AEt_postage_stamp-p172534206621008257anr4u_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/rsvp_r%C3%A9pondez_sil_vous_pla%C3%AEt_postage_stamp-p172534206621008257anr4u_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/rsvp_répondez_sil_vous_plaît_postage_stamp-p172534206621008257anr4u_400.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did I impress you with my rusty college French? I'm pretty sure it's wrong so don't be too impressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For non-Francophones, I'm talking about our RSVPs, which I hope will be both green (toward the planet, not in color) and cheap. However, I've noticed throughout this wedding planning process that there is another factor that overrides both budget and environmental concerns. That factor? Etiquette. Sadly, I feel like many members of our generation, including me, are uneducated when it comes to basic etiquette. Blame e-mail. And the Internet. It just makes things too easy and cheap for us, to the point where snail mail seems both inefficient and expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, Non-Bridesmaid C is pulling double duty as a member of my non-bridal party and as a friendor designing our invitations. The designs she's come up with have been AWESOME so I can't wait to see the final product. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the things I've got to figure out before that product can become final is how our guests will RSVP for The Backyard Wedding. There are many different options:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2135270/rsvp1_Full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/2135270/rsvp1_Full.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The option that makes most sense to me is e-mail. All of our guests are proficient in e-mail. It's free. It doesn't kill any trees. I won't have to worry about additional postage or anything getting lost in the mail. Plus it opens the lines of communication, in case our guests need help with hotel accommodations or have any other questions about our non-traditional nuptials. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But would Emily Post approve? This is what concerns me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What do you think about e-mail RSVPs? Tacky or trendy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-1346955599234521186?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/1346955599234521186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/un-repondez-sil-vous-plait-vert-et-bon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/1346955599234521186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/1346955599234521186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/un-repondez-sil-vous-plait-vert-et-bon.html' title='Un Repondez S&apos;il Vous Plait Vert et Bon Marche'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-6386354599446202762</id><published>2009-08-12T08:32:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T10:09:55.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Backyard Groom's Inspiration</title><content type='html'>Meet The Backyard Groom's biggest inspiration:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zap2it.com/media/photo/2008-11/43287767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.zap2it.com/media/photo/2008-11/43287767.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should probably clarify that I mean his wedding day style inspiration and not his marriage inspiration, since &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_Draper"&gt;Don Draper&lt;/a&gt; clearly doesn't pay too much heed to those pesky marriage vows.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We love "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0804503/"&gt;Mad Men&lt;/a&gt;," not just because it's arguably the best show on television right now, but also because the cast is definitely the best dressed. When you can get even The Backyard Groom to comment on the style of the characters, you know it's good.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In fact, I love the look of the show's characters so much that instead of the ever-popular post-wedding chop, I've been considering coloring my blonde hair Joan Holloway-red. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SoLadJRrZTI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xQA1O3S3Qt0/s1600-h/joan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SoLadJRrZTI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xQA1O3S3Qt0/s320/joan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369093900020180274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But back to The Backyard Groom. We knew that a tux wouldn't feel right for The Backyard Wedding, so we have been planning on a suit. Although the search hasn't begun in earnest, The Backyard Groom has commented several times that he wants a suit like the kind Don Draper wears: fitted, skinny lapels, skinny tie, even the pocket square. Check out the full effect below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SoLZ_4lW-SI/AAAAAAAAAL4/0W4g9gHJiQo/s320/don.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369093397323118882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's not sure if he wants Don's favored charcoal gray or a more traditional black suit. But if we were having a daytime wedding, he would definitely want Don's commuting accessory, the fedora. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://por-img.cimcontent.net/api/assets/bin-200906/0c345cfe8f9281b4addc54ad77388355.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 400px;" src="http://por-img.cimcontent.net/api/assets/bin-200906/0c345cfe8f9281b4addc54ad77388355.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone out there have any luck finding a suit in this style?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-6386354599446202762?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/6386354599446202762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/backyard-grooms-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/6386354599446202762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/6386354599446202762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/backyard-grooms-inspiration.html' title='The Backyard Groom&apos;s Inspiration'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SoLadJRrZTI/AAAAAAAAAMA/xQA1O3S3Qt0/s72-c/joan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-1516769704717819276</id><published>2009-08-10T14:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:35:55.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridal Boogie Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I showed you &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/red-hot-bride.html"&gt;my red hot shoes&lt;/a&gt; I'd like to pair with my wedding dress. As much as I love them, I'm doubtful that I'll be able to handle dancing much in them, especially on the flagstone patio that will serve as our makeshift dance floor. I haven't yet decided if I'll chuck them after the ceremony and photos or else try to persevere until the pain gets to be too much. (The things we girls do to look good...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I do change out of them, I'll need something comfortable to put on. Brides in flip flops have become more and more common, but I'm not sure I want to go that route, both for fear of getting stepped on and also because it may actually, shockingly be relatively cold in Texas by November. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm sort of toying with the idea of changing into the most expensive shoes I own. No, they're not Louboutins or Manolos. They're my Lucchese cowboy boots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lucchese.com/files/products59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 321px;" src="http://www.lucchese.com/files/products59.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.lucchese.com/files/products59.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love my cowboy boots, but before you get the wrong idea about me, let me clarify that I'm not really the typical Texan cowboy boot wearer. I don't know how to do the "Electric Slide" and neither "Boot Scootin' Boogie" nor any other country song will appear on &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanna-put-on-my-my-my-my-my-boogie.html"&gt;our wedding playlist&lt;/a&gt;. So my musical tastes don't exactly align with my footwear tastes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Knowing that I won't be two-stepping, do you still think I can pull off the boots and bridal couture look? Or should I opt for something more traditional, like a nice pair of ballet flats? Come to think of it, I do have a cute red pair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-1516769704717819276?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/1516769704717819276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/bridal-boogie-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/1516769704717819276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/1516769704717819276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/bridal-boogie-shoes.html' title='Bridal Boogie Shoes'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-1782491495847639199</id><published>2009-08-07T11:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:19:51.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Registration Temptation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The Backyard Groom and I didn't plan on having a registry. We've lived together for a couple years now, and we each lived on our own for a couple years before that. We've got everything we need basically. Sure, we'd take better pans or a fancy vacuum if someone handed them to us, but we get by pretty well on the stuff we have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think registering for towels and cookery and such was necessary back in the day, when most couples didn't live together or even on their own before marriage, and I guess that practice has just continued out of tradition. But in all honesty, we both find registries kind of dull, and we often wonder if the bride and groom really get excited about receiving housewares. Maybe they do. Maybe we're weird for not. (Actually that second one is a distinct possibility.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another factor in our decision not to have a registry was the fact that a good chunk of the guests attending The Backyard Wedding will be coming from out of town. If they're already spending money on gas, plane fare or hotel rooms, I really don't want them to feel obligated to bring a gift too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So having no registry was the plan. If people showed up with gifts, well, we certainly wouldn't throw them back in their faces. Non-Bridesmaid R. said we were taking the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0098258/"&gt;Lloyd Dobler&lt;/a&gt; approach to registering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thundersquee.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/ts-lloyd-dobler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.thundersquee.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/ts-lloyd-dobler.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.thundersquee.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/ts-lloyd-dobler.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For those of you unversed in the philosophies of Lloyd Dobler (iconically pictured above), that basically means that by having no expectations, any gifts that come along will be a pleasant surprise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So that was the plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The only hitch in our non-registry giddy-up was when people started asking where we were registered. Did this mean these people actually wanted to buy us gifts? Would we let them go it alone or should we offer them guidance? And if we did offer them guidance, what could we guide them to instead of crockpots and hand towels?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enter the honeymoon registry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yasena.com/honeymoons_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 367px;" src="http://www.yasena.com/honeymoons_001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.yasena.com/honeymoons_001.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Honeymoon registries are a pretty controversial topic on wedding message boards. You'll see just as many people decry them as tacky blemishes on a wedding as you will see people singing their praises. I'm still pretty torn on the whole thing myself. On the one hand, it seems like an obvious plea for money. But on the other hand, money is what makes those gift-wrapped hand towels appear at your wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We do want to go on a nice honeymoon, and we're fully prepared to pay for the entire thing ourselves. But through sites like &lt;a href="http://www.honeyfund.com"&gt;Honeyfund.com&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.travelersjoy.com"&gt;TravelersJoy.com&lt;/a&gt;, guests can buy you specific add-ons, like dinner at a famous local restaurant or a snorkeling excursion or a massage or even transport to the airport. When setting up the registry, you pick the amount and the activity, offering guests a variety of price points to choose from. So in a way, they are still getting you a gift, but just not one that you'll be whipping up casseroles in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What do you, whether you are a bride or a wedding guest, think about honeymoon registries? Should we do it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-1782491495847639199?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/1782491495847639199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/registration-temptation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/1782491495847639199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/1782491495847639199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/registration-temptation.html' title='Registration Temptation'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-2795730939292467323</id><published>2009-08-06T14:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:42:48.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The horror!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Articles/20071211/293.home.alone.121107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 473px;" src="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Articles/20071211/293.home.alone.121107.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Articles/20071211/293.home.alone.121107.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hope I'm not the only bride going through this, but I've had recurring nightmares lately about the wedding. They all have the same basic premise: I wake up, I realize it's the day of our wedding and then panic when I remember that we haven't finished planning and are missing crucial elements. Like the groom, who had to be out of town for work. Or the ceremony, because I never wrote it. Or my dress, because the seamstress never finished the alterations. All key things. Hence the panic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With less than 100 days to go, the finish line of this wedding planning thing is actually looming on the horizon. It's both terribly exciting and a little bit stressful. Even with our short engagement, we've been in somewhat of a holding period because the wedding seemed months and months away, and we kept telling ourselves that everything could be put off until closer to time. Well, we're closer to time now, and the calendar says it's time for us to get busy. We still have several important wedding components to check off before the big day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who knew a wedding planning wake-up call could be so scary? Have you had any wedding related nightmares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-2795730939292467323?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/2795730939292467323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/horror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/2795730939292467323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/2795730939292467323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/horror.html' title='The horror!'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-1048286592988766782</id><published>2009-08-04T11:42:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:43:17.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waaaaay More Than 27 Dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This past weekend I visited The Backyard Mom and Dad with the sole mission of dress shopping. Well, The Backyard Dad didn't plan on doing any dress shopping, but after hours and hours of fitting rooms and dresses, my mom and I begged him to accompany us to Macy's at 9 on Saturday night to help us with a crucial decision. And by the time the store closed, my mom had finally bought the perfect dress for The Backyard Wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Snhm-t1K4nI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZUNaOSoMxLo/s1600-h/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Snhm-t1K4nI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZUNaOSoMxLo/s320/mom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366152183652475506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't she one hot Backyard Mom? She also found the perfect shoes (backyard-friendly silver wedges!) to go with the perfect dress, but they had to be shipped from a different store, so that's why the photo purposely omits her feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also emerged from the weekend with the perfect dress. Presenting The Backyard Wedding Dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SnhmvwTNP2I/AAAAAAAAALo/1uqj9TIfOUg/s1600-h/IMG_9591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SnhmvwTNP2I/AAAAAAAAALo/1uqj9TIfOUg/s320/IMG_9591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366151926617292642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha! Since The Backyard Groom (infrequently) reads this blog, I couldn't risk posting a photo of the actual dress. As you can tell from its temporary home, it came from Alfred Angelo, and despite being everything I thought I didn't want (strapless and beaded), it makes me swoon and feel unbelievably bridey. I tried taking a close-up photo of it that wouldn't show off the actual dress, but I couldn't get my camera to focus because of all the lovely light-reflecting beads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also purchased a veil and a bustier (also known as a longline bra) to go underneath it. Can I just say that bustiers are awesome? They hoist the good parts up and keep the rest locked up tight. I kind of want to wear it everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My visit also gave me a chance to finally meet &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/inspiration.html"&gt;my cake topper&lt;/a&gt; face to face. Look at this dapper couple:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SnhmkWYKYRI/AAAAAAAAALg/JqhuOsHN7ik/s1600-h/IMG_9592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SnhmkWYKYRI/AAAAAAAAALg/JqhuOsHN7ik/s320/IMG_9592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366151730680193298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to see them on &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-have-cake.html"&gt;the cake&lt;/a&gt; on the big day, but I know they won't be outshining my mom and me in our two beautiful dresses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long did it take your mom to find the perfect dress?&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/6248666494916903591-1048286592988766782?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/1048286592988766782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/waaaaay-more-than-27-dresses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/1048286592988766782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/1048286592988766782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/waaaaay-more-than-27-dresses.html' title='Waaaaay More Than 27 Dresses'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Snhm-t1K4nI/AAAAAAAAALw/ZUNaOSoMxLo/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-494954145824086641</id><published>2009-08-03T09:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:43:45.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Man Jewelry: Episode III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We have a winner! Here in all its glory is The Backyard Groom's wedding band:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Snb0pa1w2MI/AAAAAAAAALY/MOoDxFqqdO8/s1600-h/IMG_9599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Snb0pa1w2MI/AAAAAAAAALY/MOoDxFqqdO8/s320/IMG_9599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365744998475159746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Can I just say how deliriously girlishly happy I was to see that ring on his finger? There may have been squealing and giggles involved.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, for those of you have been following Adventures in Man Jewelry since Episodes &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/adventures-in-man-jewelry-episode-i.html"&gt;I&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/adventures-in-man-jewelry-episode-ii.html"&gt;II&lt;/a&gt;, he ended up liking the style of one of the original three Titanium rings we ordered from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;, but we couldn't get the size quite right until the lucky third try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I didn't get refunds on the shipping charges for the rings I had to return, the final ring's bargain price of $45.99 still makes me smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you go with titanium or tungsten or stick with a more traditional style?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-494954145824086641?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/494954145824086641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventures-in-man-jewelry-episode-iii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/494954145824086641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/494954145824086641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/08/adventures-in-man-jewelry-episode-iii.html' title='Adventures in Man Jewelry: Episode III'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Snb0pa1w2MI/AAAAAAAAALY/MOoDxFqqdO8/s72-c/IMG_9599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-4805435092993876678</id><published>2009-07-30T11:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:34:14.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Red Hot Bride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't know if it's a Texas thing or what, but usually the second question I get about my wedding (following the big dress question) is "What are your colors?" My response usually goes along the line of "Erm, well, uh, we're not really having colors." Most people are polite enough to not outright say that I'm crazy, but I can usually read a "WHAAAT?" in their faces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we were having a bridal party, monogrammed napkins, table runners and programs, then I could understand the need for a unifying color scheme. But really the only color I've ever seen when I've imagined my wedding is the color of candlelight. The candle jars and the twinkle lights can handle that for me, so I haven't really thought much about any other colors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's not quite true. Ever since we got engaged, I hopped on the brightly colored bridal shoe bandwagon of 2009 and decided to wear some spiffy red BCBG peeptoes that The Backyard Groom gave me for my last birthday. Check these babies out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SnHOqOQ5wjI/AAAAAAAAALQ/yKzvJSoZzak/s1600-h/shoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SnHOqOQ5wjI/AAAAAAAAALQ/yKzvJSoZzak/s320/shoe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364295855953789490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you're thinking, "Wow, The Backyard Groom has fabulous taste in shoes," I should probably say that I picked them out. So now you can say, "Wow, The Backyard Bride has fabulous taste in shoes." Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After deciding on the red shoes (which saved money since I already owned them), I decided that maybe a red bouquet was the way to go. So I &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/d-i-why-project-1-fail.html"&gt;practiced&lt;/a&gt; with some red carnations. It didn't come out perfectly, but I'm ready to try and try again. Here's a photo of my creation that manages to hide most of its terribleness:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SnHOhf84h7I/AAAAAAAAALI/fzIqTFcl8cM/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SnHOhf84h7I/AAAAAAAAALI/fzIqTFcl8cM/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364295706082838450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But other than these two things, I doubt there will be any other flashes of red in our wedding, unless they come from a tube of lipstick. So I'm having some color without having "colors." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyone else decide not to pick official colors?&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/6248666494916903591-4805435092993876678?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/4805435092993876678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/red-hot-bride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/4805435092993876678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/4805435092993876678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/red-hot-bride.html' title='A Red Hot Bride'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SnHOqOQ5wjI/AAAAAAAAALQ/yKzvJSoZzak/s72-c/shoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-2594366706367163830</id><published>2009-07-29T08:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:48:30.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those are strings, Pinocchio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/dvd/disney/pinocchio/Pinocchio1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/dvd/disney/pinocchio/Pinocchio1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://g-ecx.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/dvd/disney/pinocchio/Pinocchio1.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we started planning The Backyard Wedding, I always assumed wedding planning had little to do with preparing for the actual marriage. I think now that I was wrong. Wedding planning is rife with lessons that must help your marriage, from treating people with respect even when you disagree with their opinions to handling people's feelings carefully in heightened emotional circumstances to standing up for yourself to learning to compromise. In a way, planning a wedding, especially a small one like ours, sometimes feels a bit like navigating a minefield of manners and expectations. I just hope I make it to the other side as a person who is both kinder and stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's one example of a tricky issue I'm hoping won't blow up in my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because our budget is so incredibly miniscule, we are, in turn, so incredibly grateful to have many talented close friends and family members who are willing to do double duty as our vendors. In modern wedding parlance, these people are more commonly known as friendors, and we are SERIOUSLY lucky to have them as friends, vendors and wedding guests. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other hand, we know some talented people who we aren't particularly close to and definitely wouldn't count among the nearest and dearest we're limiting our guest list to. Several of these people have offered to help in any way possible with the understanding that they won't be invited, and for that, we are also incredibly grateful. Believe me, we are both aware and appreciative that these people are making generous offers and expecting nothing in return. They are awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, all of them except for one. Without giving away particulars, one individual has already insisted on contributing their particular talents. Because this person tends to only make offers with strings attached (hence the title of this post), we haven't committed to accepting this offer, even though these talents would be helpful. Let me state also that this person has a history of saying particularly cutting things to me and making me feel less than stellar, which isn't something I want to be dealing with on my wedding day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I found out that this person has been telling a certain group of my acquaintance that (a) this person is the only one invited to the wedding out of this certain group, and (b) this person is planning the entire wedding. Both (a) and (b) are major falsehoods. The Backyard Groom and I had decided that in order to keep The Backyard from overflowing that we wouldn't invite anyone from this group. We also decided that we didn't want or need a wedding planner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I've got members of this group of acquaintance upset with me, and I've got to figure out some classy way to disabuse this person of these two wrong notions. How do you salvage a situation like that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said, wedding planning is full of life lessons. I'm approaching this like an exam I hope to pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you had to deal with difficult people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-2594366706367163830?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/2594366706367163830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/those-are-strings-pinocchio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/2594366706367163830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/2594366706367163830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/those-are-strings-pinocchio.html' title='Those are strings, Pinocchio'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-9043064446032124305</id><published>2009-07-26T15:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:17:06.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Hollywood Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last night The Backyard Groom and I went to see "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1022603/"&gt;(500) Days of Summer&lt;/a&gt;" (and loved it!). As a bride highly attuned to all wedding references, I really loved the look of the wedding Tom and Summer attended in the movie. I couldn't find a good photo online from it (this is going to be the theme of this post, unfortunately), but you can watch a clip from it &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/video/screenplay/vi802357785/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (courtesy &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/imdb.com"&gt;imdb.com&lt;/a&gt;) and see all the pretty lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lights, &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/d-i-why.html"&gt;as I've mentioned before&lt;/a&gt;, are big with me. In fact, pretty white twinkly lights and glowing candles are my biggest inspirations as far as decorations go. I've never really come around to the whole inspiration board idea that so many brides create. I could understand the need for it if we were having a big wedding, but since there will be very few flowers, no wedding party dresses to coordinate and a complete lack of paper goods aside from our invites (which I will be blogging about soon), it seems unnecessary for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since The Backyard Groom and I are big movie and television fans, it seems natural for me to draw our inspiration more from that arena. (I apologize in advance for how inconsistently sized these images are. I got a new computer and am sadly without Photoshop for the time being.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One cinematic wedding I really dug (after Non-Bridesmaid R said it reminded her of our style and I gave the movie another look) was the one from the end of "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0388125/"&gt;I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0388125/"&gt;n Her Shoes&lt;/a&gt;" with its casual outdoor feel and dancing under the lights and trees. The only screen cap I could find was from the ceremony, but you can see some of the lights in the background and the chuppah, which is similar to our &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/backyard-virtual-tour.html"&gt;pergola&lt;/a&gt;. I also really like her simple bouquet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 219px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/462397300_aa9a15c205.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/462397300_aa9a15c205.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't seen many lighted pergolas (used for weddings or otherwise), but gazebos strung with twinkle lights are pretty common in movies and television. My favorite will probably always be the gazebo in the center of Stars Hollow from "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0238784/"&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/a&gt;." With all the wacky festivals that town had at the gazebo (including a Rennaissance Faire-themed wedding, no less), I should have been able to find a good pictures to serve as an example, but this is the best I could do. See the twinkly lights in the background? Pretty, pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 767px;" src="http://www.gilmoregirlsnews.com/files/2009/02/luke-lorelai-gilmore-girls-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.gilmoregirlsnews.com/files/2009/02/luke-lorelai-gilmore-girls-02.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here is one cinematic gazebo I didn't have a problem finding a photo of, which shouldn't really be a surprise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/emmettsgirl/twilight-gazebo.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/emmettsgirl/twilight-gazebo.JPG"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Backyard Groom would probably roll his eyes to know I was associating "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1099212/"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt;", the silliest pop culture juggernaut of our time, with our wedding in any way, but I think even he would have to admit that the gazebo above is lit beautifully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One source of inspiration I know he wouldn't object to would be from one of our favorite movies of 2008, "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0910970/"&gt;WALL-E&lt;/a&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.filmedge.net/WallE/EveWalle.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 290px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://blog.ugo.com/images/uploads/Wall-E-Eve-Light.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love all the strands of Christmas lights WALL-E decorates his little home with. He's such a romantic little robot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did any movies inspire your wedding?&lt;/div&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/6248666494916903591-9043064446032124305?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/9043064446032124305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-hollywood-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/9043064446032124305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/9043064446032124305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-hollywood-style.html' title='Love, Hollywood Style'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/183/462397300_aa9a15c205_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-2272713422410150344</id><published>2009-07-24T09:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:44:49.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best. Wedding. Ever.</title><content type='html'>This has been all over the Internet and morning shows today, but just in case you haven't seen it yet, check out this video of the best wedding ever. Does it give you any ideas?&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-2272713422410150344?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/2272713422410150344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-wedding-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/2272713422410150344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/2272713422410150344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-wedding-ever.html' title='Best. Wedding. Ever.'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-2500355832492484270</id><published>2009-07-23T13:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:52:33.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finger Lickin' Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been blogging for a few months now, but I realized I haven't mentioned anything about the barbecue that sits in the header of this blog. There will be barbecue at The Backyard Wedding. This has been the understanding from day one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see in Texas, 99.3% of weddings include a dinner of either fajitas or barbecue. In fact, at the rare wedding where you end up in front of a carving station instead of some chafing dishes full of smoked meat, you see people get confused and ask where the potato salad or the salsa is. Fajitas and barbecue are just a way of life here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We won't be bucking that tradition. Originally, The Backyard Groom, who stares longingly at the television while watching "&lt;a href="http://www.bbqu.net/"&gt;Barbecue University&lt;/a&gt;", planned to do the barbecuing himself. As longtime apartment dwellers, we don't get the chance to cook out as much as we would like, so getting the chance to grill a bunch of meat for our friends and family sounded pretty awesome to him. As our guest list grew to 20, we realized it would probably be better to leave the smoking and charring to the professionals and spend our reception relaxing. Plus I don't think any amount of dry cleaning could ever remove that smell from my dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So instead of grilling up the meal ourselves, we plan on ordering from the one and only &lt;a href="http://www.saltlickbbq.com/"&gt;Salt Lick BBQ&lt;/a&gt;, practically royalty in Austin. Yuuuuuuuum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_2BX_2DS2w/SfxgGtyPbiI/AAAAAAAAfL4/-D184TI_uK8/s320/salt+lick+BBQ+plate.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_2BX_2DS2w/SfxgGtyPbiI/AAAAAAAAfL4/-D184TI_uK8/s320/salt+lick+BBQ+plate.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 338px;" src="http://www.foodgps.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/p5180186.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.foodgps.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/p5180186.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You East and West Coasters can have your celebrity chefs and their fancy restaurants. We'll gladly keep our long picnic tables, slow-smoked meat and liberal BYOB policy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://firstcallaustin.com/AustinPictures/Austin_SaltLick.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.saltlickbbq.com/images/sign2b.gif"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The one downside about The Salt Lick is that their catering prices aren't cheap, and when you mention the magic word "wedding" more than a few extra dollars are tacked on. So we're cheating a bit. The Backyard Groom's mom's house, home of The Backyard, is within a certain mileage range of The Salt Lick, so the delivery fee isn't too steep. And since our wedding will only have 20 guests, we're planning on ordering the food for a "party" without any mention of anyone wearing white or saying vows or exchanging rings. And it's not technically a lie, because we are planning on having a rocking party, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-2500355832492484270?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/2500355832492484270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/finger-lickin-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/2500355832492484270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/2500355832492484270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/finger-lickin-good.html' title='Finger Lickin&apos; Good'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V_2BX_2DS2w/SfxgGtyPbiI/AAAAAAAAfL4/-D184TI_uK8/s72-c/salt+lick+BBQ+plate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-7169439964619253384</id><published>2009-07-20T14:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:03:45.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna put on my-my-my-my-my boogie shoes</title><content type='html'>Just to boogie with you :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're planning on having an iPod reception in &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/backyard-virtual-tour.html"&gt;The Backyard&lt;/a&gt; with one of The Backyard Groom's friends acting as our DJ/MC. Our dance floor will be a flagstone patio, not the smoothest surface for dancing but hopefully our smooth operators will be able to make do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part about rocking out to an iPod instead of an actual DJ or band (besides the fact that it's FREE) is that we get to handpick every song. But as Spiderman knows, with great power comes great responsibility. If our playlist fails to inspire happy guests and at least a little dancing, we'll have no one to blame but ourselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I'll be so blissfully happy to become Mrs. Backyard Groom that I'll be able to dance to anything. But the rest of our guests may need a little encouragement. We've got an interesting mix of our families and people our age so we want some songs that will appeal to both groups. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the same time, we don't want a boring old playlist. For example, The Backyard Groom and I have been to a lot of weddings and events recently and are pretty tired of "Shout," "YMCA" and "Celebrate." But, as you can tell by my header, I'd like it to include "Boogie Shoes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any iPod brides out there care to share how they picked out their playlist? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-7169439964619253384?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/7169439964619253384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanna-put-on-my-my-my-my-my-boogie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7169439964619253384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7169439964619253384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wanna-put-on-my-my-my-my-my-boogie.html' title='I wanna put on my-my-my-my-my boogie shoes'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-2008909712529688868</id><published>2009-07-17T14:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:30:22.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation found!</title><content type='html'>Remember my post last weekend about &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-get-physical.html"&gt;needing to get my bridal butt in gear at the gym&lt;/a&gt;? Well, a big piece of motivation just arrived in my inbox:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://f.e.victoriassecret.com/i/10/477251442/071609_bridal_slice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 294px;" src="http://f.e.victoriassecret.com/i/10/477251442/071609_bridal_slice.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How did they know? They sure are crafty over there at &lt;a href="http://www.victoriassecret.com/"&gt;Vicky's&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I love lingerie. No, I LURVE lingerie. It is without a doubt my favorite thing to shop for, something I've done way too much of as my crammed dresser drawers can attest. But bridal lingerie is definitely a reason to shop, right? And I'll need something not only for the wedding night, but for the honeymoon (multiple nights!) too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the halter babydoll in the e-mail image above, especially with the so romantic hair flower. I also really like the simplicity of the lace babydoll and matching robe below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/prodpri2/V285624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 572px;" src="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/prodpri2/V285624.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/onlineProductDisplay.vs?namespace=productDisplay&amp;amp;origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&amp;amp;event=display&amp;amp;prnbr=EB-236604&amp;amp;cgname=OSSLPWEDZZZ&amp;amp;rfnbr=5940"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/collection/?cgname=OSSLPWEDZZZ&amp;amp;cgnbr=OSSLPWEDZZZ&amp;amp;rfnbr=5940&amp;amp;cm_mmc=di-_-090716BRD-_-V01-_-54613&amp;amp;cm_em=jaclyn_nicole@yahoo.com"&gt;bridal collection page over at VS.com&lt;/a&gt; also includes some pretty light blue options. Check out this retro-inspired ballerina babydoll that looks straight out of "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0804503/"&gt;Mad Men&lt;/a&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/prodpri2/V287588_CROP1.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 572px;" src="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/images/prodpri2/V287588_CROP1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/onlineProductDisplay.vs?namespace=productDisplay&amp;amp;origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&amp;amp;event=display&amp;amp;prnbr=EB-241672&amp;amp;cgname=OSSLPWEDZZZ&amp;amp;rfnbr=5940"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These sweet nothings may just inspire me to have one beer at dinner tonight instead of two! &lt;/div&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/6248666494916903591-2008909712529688868?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/2008909712529688868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/motivation-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/2008909712529688868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/2008909712529688868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/motivation-found.html' title='Motivation found!'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-8402687242499876506</id><published>2009-07-16T15:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:25:21.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Man Jewelry: Episode II</title><content type='html'>Well, the&lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/adventures-in-man-jewelry-episode-i.html"&gt; rings did look as nice as the photos&lt;/a&gt;, but unfortunately they were all three a bit too big on The Backyard Groom. This was also the first time we had both inspected titanium close up, and it really is a strange metal. It is so light that I can understand why some people think it feels flimsy or fake. In reality, it's so durable that it can't even be melted down and resized.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of that, we sent all three rings back. He ultimately decided that the first two pictured in the previous post looked too shiny and flashy. I would have been curious to see how the middle one would have held up. It was super shiny and looked like it was begging to be scratched. The white gold part of my engagement ring is also really shiny like that, and it's suffered a little bit of scratching. (High fives to The Backyard Groom for getting the extended service plan with my ring so I can get it rhodium plated back to its bright and shiny original state every year!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We both liked the &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/adventures-in-man-jewelry-episode-i.html"&gt;ring in the bottom photo&lt;/a&gt; best, especially the brushed detail. It looked more like The Backyard Groom, and hopefully the new size we ordered it in will fit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any other brides have luck with ordering wedding bands online?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-8402687242499876506?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/8402687242499876506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/adventures-in-man-jewelry-episode-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/8402687242499876506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/8402687242499876506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/adventures-in-man-jewelry-episode-ii.html' title='Adventures in Man Jewelry: Episode II'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-940692924963127147</id><published>2009-07-15T09:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:28:12.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Afraid of the Dark?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/28864295/Are+You+Afraid+of+the+Dark+ayaotdtitle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 235px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/28864295/Are+You+Afraid+of+the+Dark+ayaotdtitle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/28864295/Are+You+Afraid+of+the+Dark+ayaotdtitle.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Does anyone else remember that show from the original Snick line-up on Nickelodeon, alongside "Clarissa Explains it All" and "Roundhouse"? Just thinking about those shows makes me feel old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, to answer the show's titular question, yes, embarrassingly enough, I'm afraid of the dark. (In fact, I'm kind of a scaredy cat in general as you know if you read my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/06/learning-to-fly.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fear of flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; post.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I haven't always been though. There were a few years when I lived by myself and didn't get scared at all after the sun went down. But after spending the last couple of years shacking up with The Backyard Groom, I get a little apprehensive whenever I'm alone overnight in our apartment. Luckily for me, his job doesn't require a lot of travel, but every so often he does have to go out of town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So what has changed to spark the fear? Absolutely nothing. I guess I just got used to having someone else around at night, and now when I'm alone, the apartment feels so empty. (Especially now that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/facebook-face-off.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my cat is no longer here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.) It's all just another example of how different life is when you reach this stage of permanent coupledom versus when you were a singleton. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But there's a flip side to having the apartment to myself, and that's what I try to focus on whenever the nighttime nerves nag. When The Backyard Groom is gone, I'm free to engage in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0698682/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;secret single behavior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, a phrase coined by none other than Ms. Carrie Bradshaw (who has contributed so much to the cultural lexicon that we should be forever in her debt). Carrie's SSB was eating saltines while standing up in the kitchen reading fashion magazines. Mine is eating cereal for dinner and rewatching cheesy chick flicks in my sweats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What's your secret single behavior? And do you get scared at night when your Mr. is gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-940692924963127147?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/940692924963127147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-afraid-of-dark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/940692924963127147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/940692924963127147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-afraid-of-dark.html' title='Are You Afraid of the Dark?'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-527783724984196764</id><published>2009-07-12T14:27:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:03:58.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get Physical</title><content type='html'>With less than four months to go until The Backyard Wedding, I've realized that if I'm going to try to tone up and slim down a little, I've got to do it now. November felt so far away for so long, but the four month-mark was a big wake-up call. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ideally on my wedding day in my wedding dress, I'd prefer my middle to look less like this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:JB0Fh-OUGRnaFM:http://farm1.static.flickr.com/25/58728759_c43a6fdc65_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 132px;" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:JB0Fh-OUGRnaFM:http://farm1.static.flickr.com/25/58728759_c43a6fdc65_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:JB0Fh-OUGRnaFM:http://farm1.static.flickr.com/25/58728759_c43a6fdc65_o.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And more like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:CrNSuXCJWSRwpM:http://www.marshu.com/articles/images-website/articles/fusaichi-pegasus/Fusaichi-Pegasus-racehorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 127px; height: 115px;" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:CrNSuXCJWSRwpM:http://www.marshu.com/articles/images-website/articles/fusaichi-pegasus/Fusaichi-Pegasus-racehorse.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:CrNSuXCJWSRwpM:http://www.marshu.com/articles/images-website/articles/fusaichi-pegasus/Fusaichi-Pegasus-racehorse.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I am a bit too lazy and too content to change my current eating habits (which include the occasional drink and dessert, sometimes even at the same meal). I've done diets in the past (including one from an infomercial that The Backyard Groom and I suffered through together for six excruciating days) but I could never really make them stick. And I don't really want the run up to our wedding day full of margarita-abstaining torture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead I'm going to listen to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HQetLQRab8c"&gt;Fergie&lt;/a&gt; and spend more time being up at the gym just working on my fitness. (And hopefully becoming The Backyard Bridealicious.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the gym, I stick to group classes because they're just about the only thing that can keep me motivated, but after a long workday, sometimes I just really want to go home, watch old episodes of "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118276/"&gt;Buffy&lt;/a&gt;" and let her slayer training sessions with Giles count as both our workouts for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now with a wedding dress to fit into, that's simply not good enough. For the past few months, I've been a slacker of a gym goer so I'm hoping to increase my weekly trips to a minimum of four. That's a start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, does anybody have any motivation tips they want to share so The Backyard Bride can wed without worrying about The Backyard Belly?&lt;/div&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/6248666494916903591-527783724984196764?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/527783724984196764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-get-physical.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/527783724984196764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/527783724984196764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-get-physical.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Physical'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-7729909054632401166</id><published>2009-07-09T08:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:18:15.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Man Jewelry: Episode I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Unlike many other bridal bloggers, I haven't really mentioned much about our budget. Why not? Well, we don't really have one. I don't mean that in a "money is no object, bring on the swans and ice sculptures" kind of way, but in the very real way that neither The Backyard Groom nor I have any real savings to devote to the wedding, so we're pretty much trying to pull off this backyard shindig as cheaply as possible and crossing our fingers that it doesn't look that cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many things that The Backyard Groom and I have really lucked out on financially has been our rings. As I &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/somethings-old.html"&gt;posted before&lt;/a&gt;, the diamond in my engagement ring was from my mom's engagement ring, which she generously gave to us, and my wedding band belonged to The Backyard Groom's late grandmother, so I got it for the bargain basement price of free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that both my rings have been taken care of, we've begun to look for one for The Backyard Groom, who I'm pretty sure has never worn any kind of jewelry in his entire life. I've never been a big fan of man jewelry aside from wedding rings and possibly class rings, and he feels the same. So where do we turn for this all-important purchase? &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, The Backyard Groom got his finger sized when I stopped by a jewelry store to get my engagement ring cleaned, but he never tried any rings. Armed with his size and some advice from a friend that novice male ring wearers should stick to "comfort fit" styles, we started browsing online. We both liked titanium for its look, durability and ridiculously cheap price. He narrowed down his choices to three, and since the most expensive checked in at $54.99, we decided to order all three and return the ones he doesn't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the three he chose:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/415tY%2B4rxUL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Titanium-Comfort-Raised-Polished-Finish/dp/B000M9LXD2/ref=pd_sbs_jw_5"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41JkbFNO5oL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Rounded-Polished-Titanium-Ring-7-0/dp/B0016PAXKU/ref=pd_sbs_jw_4"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31yIY4HTdyL._SL500_AA280_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Titanium-Ring-comfort-fit-Width/dp/B000XFW26C/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=jewelry&amp;amp;qid=1245439995&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In a way, it feels too easy to make such an important purchase online and at such a great price, no less. I feel like there's got to be a catch of some sort, so here's hoping the rings look as nice as they do in the photos and fit his finger to boot.&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/6248666494916903591-7729909054632401166?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/7729909054632401166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/adventures-in-man-jewelry-episode-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7729909054632401166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7729909054632401166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/adventures-in-man-jewelry-episode-i.html' title='Adventures in Man Jewelry: Episode I'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-3885445491375018544</id><published>2009-07-07T13:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T13:45:34.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Face-off</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana"&gt;In case anyone out there is still following this blog, I'm back, and I'll just give a brief explanation of my absence. The day after my last post, The Backyard Groom and I found out during a midnight trip to the emergency vet clinic that our cat had cancer. Nine days later, she died. I'm absolutely heartbroken, and I miss her every minute. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana"&gt;I haven't felt much like wedding planning or blogging since, but a recent Facebook notification has inspired a bit of a rant. Let me start off by saying that I'm not big on Facebook, especially now that I'm planning a small wedding. Sure, like everyone else, I have "reconnected" (I put that in quotes because in most cases the reconnection is purely virtual and devoid of actual interaction) with many old friends and acquaintances. But as a particularly private person (hence the anonymous blogging), I don't list many of my personal details or give status updates or anything of the sort. My profile is pretty bare aside from the requisite photo, work/school info, email address and relationship status. That last one? Therein lies the rub. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana"&gt;As soon as I changed my status from "in a relationship" to "engaged", people I haven't spoken to (virtually or otherwise) in years offered their congratulations (nice!) and demanded an invite (not so nice!). The guest list has already given me some guilt because we've limited it to our 20 nearest and dearest, but these Facebook invite requests are throwing me off my game. Even on Facebook, some level of etiquette still applies, right? And yet people have hunted me down and hounded me about letting them know the date ASAP. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana"&gt;On the flip side, I've seen dozens of photos from weddings I wasn't invited to. Honestly, it hasn't affected me at all, but I can see how it might hurt others who thought they were VIPs (or at least IPs) in the bride or groom's life. Pre-Facebook, you could get away with that guest list omission. Now you can't. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana"&gt;So what's the solution? Do you avoid Facebook entirely for fear of invite hounds? And keep wedding photos and updates off your profile to keep feelings from being hurt? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, fantasy;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-3885445491375018544?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/3885445491375018544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/facebook-face-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/3885445491375018544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/3885445491375018544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/07/facebook-face-off.html' title='Facebook Face-off'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-3389978026906427267</id><published>2009-06-19T08:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:50:16.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Birthday Cake, Batman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The Backyard Groom's birthday was yesterday. Normally I would make him a cake, because even though I am by no stretch a good cook, I do love to bake (mostly because I get to lick the spoon after). But this year I decided to surprise him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we met with Angi at &lt;a href="http://www.bluenotebakery.com/"&gt;Blue Note Bakery&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-have-cake.html"&gt;booked her for our wedding cake&lt;/a&gt;, she told us that she did cakes of all sizes and for all types of occasions aside from weddings. I remember at the tasting thinking her chocolate cake with chocolate filling would be perfect for The Backyard Groom's upcoming birthday. Then somewhere between &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/ch-ch-changes.html"&gt;starting a new job&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/06/learning-to-fly.html"&gt;obsessing over the flight&lt;/a&gt; for the trip we just returned from, I forgot about the idea completely. Until the day before his birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew it was a long shot, but I emailed Angi, apologized for the last minute request and asked if she could make something small for my favorite guy. I told her he loved the chocolate cake and filling from the tasting and also anything relating to Batman. She got back with me immediately and said it was no problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the big day, I went down to Blue Note Bakery and picked up this box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SjuSttoAweI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ld6ToWr9VI0/s1600-h/cake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SjuSttoAweI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ld6ToWr9VI0/s400/cake1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349030296471781858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I literally squealed when I saw what was inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SjuSqa06zzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FFEsWTv9jXg/s1600-h/cake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SjuSqa06zzI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FFEsWTv9jXg/s400/cake2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349030239886036786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(It's hard to tell in this iPhone photo, but the icing on the cake is bright yellow with black trim. Both colors are honey-flavored fondant and beyond delicious.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew he would love it. And he totally did. He said it was the best birthday cake he'd ever had, both in looks and in taste. Now we've gone from not caring about having a wedding cake to ecstatically looking forward to chowing down on ours. Thanks, Angi!&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/6248666494916903591-3389978026906427267?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/3389978026906427267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/06/holy-birthday-cake-batman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/3389978026906427267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/3389978026906427267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/06/holy-birthday-cake-batman.html' title='Holy Birthday Cake, Batman!'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SjuSttoAweI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ld6ToWr9VI0/s72-c/cake1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-7514921419427361283</id><published>2009-06-17T11:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:43:02.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A truly blushing bride</title><content type='html'>This might sound strange coming from someone who is devoting an entire blog to planning her wedding, but it makes me kind of uncomfortable when people ask me about the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pretty shy and private person (which is one of the reasons I like the anonymity of blogging,) so when people I don't know that well ask me about wedding plans, I tend to get all flustered and embarrassed. Then my face turns bright red, and to make matters worse, my answers usually involve lots of 'uhhs' and 'umms' and other stammering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me overly self-conscious, but I'm afraid people might interpret my reaction as a lack of enthusiasm for or attention to planning the wedding, when the actual truth is quite the opposite. The people that I'm closest to, the ones I have no problem babbling on and on about my wedding to, can attest to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that the attention of being a bride makes me uncomfortable helps convince me more than ever that The Backyard Groom and I made the right decision by choosing a smaller wedding. This way we can be our goofy selves, and the only blush I'll have to worry about on my wedding day will be the kind applied with a brush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-7514921419427361283?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/7514921419427361283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/06/truly-blushing-bride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7514921419427361283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7514921419427361283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/06/truly-blushing-bride.html' title='A truly blushing bride'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-7458097256285111001</id><published>2009-06-11T12:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:06:58.358-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hangover from "The Hangover"</title><content type='html'>The Backyard Groom and I see a lot of movies. Now that I'm planning a wedding, I pay way more attention to all the movie weddings, no matter how peripheral the nuptials may be to the plot. In &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1119646/"&gt;The Hangover&lt;/a&gt;, the wedding isn't exactly a huge plot point, but obviously the movie wouldn't exist without the bachelor party before the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://my247.com.au/247venue_images/-200956-the%20hangover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://my247.com.au/247venue_images/-200956-the%20hangover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a hilarious movie, and I'm not trying to take anything away from that (even though if I had a gripe, it would probably be that the chicks in the movie range from, at best, a sweet kooky hooker to, at worst, a shrill philandering nag).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after seeing the movie, I couldn't help but asking one question: (Well, two questions if any of you recovering "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086927/"&gt;Alias&lt;/a&gt;" addicts out there can tell me how annoying Will Tippin suddenly became &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0177896/"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are all the movies about bachelorette parties?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of any. But movies about bachelor parties seem to abound, from The Hangover to Very Bad Things to perhaps the first entry in the subgenre, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086927/"&gt;Bachelor Party&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.foxmovies.com.au/content/fox_films/16/images/BACHELOR%20PARTY_FLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 307px;" src="http://www.foxmovies.com.au/content/fox_films/16/images/BACHELOR%20PARTY_FLR.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked Bachelor Party, in which a SO young Tom Hanks nearly cheats on his fiance Tawny Kitaen with...his fiance Tawny Kitaen. It's unabashedly '80s (hello, Tawny Kitaen and Adrian Zmed!) and totally fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm not an authority on bachelorette parties. I've only been to one in my life (Holla, Non-Bridesmaid B!) but it included many things I love, like brightly-colored drinks, cute dresses, good friends and a healthy dose of booty-shaking. Here's hoping Hollywood picks up on this untapped comedy gold mine and makes a fun movie about funny women enjoying themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe for a change the men can be the ones sitting at home by the phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-7458097256285111001?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/7458097256285111001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/06/hangover-from-hangover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7458097256285111001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7458097256285111001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/06/hangover-from-hangover.html' title='A Hangover from &quot;The Hangover&quot;'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-5636783539060966074</id><published>2009-06-09T20:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:12:54.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're invited, Mr. President!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I was flipping through the latest issue of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Modern Bride,&lt;/span&gt; trying to bypass all the details I wouldn't need to be worrying about for The Backyard Wedding, a small blurb caught my eye. The headline was "White House Well Wishes." Uh...yes please. According to the blurb, if you send a wedding invite to the President and First Lady, they will send you a congratulatory note in response. YES PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me happy because our engagement has a little bit of a back story involving our new President. We may be Texans, but we hail from Austin, a little oasis of blue in a sea of red. And through a friend's husband, we (along with half the country it seems) got hooked up with Inauguration tickets. So The Backyard Groom and I trucked it from Austin by, respectively, taxi, plane, bus and train to make it to our nation's capital for the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we were among those sorry folks with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Purple_Tunnel_of_Doom"&gt;purple tickets&lt;/a&gt; and never made it inside the gates for the actual event. It sucked. BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the best photo The Backyard Groom could get of all the people we were crushed against for six hours outside the gates. All we could see was people in every direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Si8VigvS7vI/AAAAAAAAAKg/U2srLXIzwrQ/s1600-h/purpletixsux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Si8VigvS7vI/AAAAAAAAAKg/U2srLXIzwrQ/s400/purpletixsux.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345514965360111346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we missed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the entire thing&lt;/span&gt;, we wandered around DC dejectedly. This was our first trip to the beautiful city after all. When we got trapped behind a barricade, we were stunned to realize we were at the start of the parade route. After some military bands and guards and four score of Secret Service men, the Obamas' limo rolled by. The Backyard Groom managed to get this shot of Michelle, and you can sort of see Sasha's red mitten and Barack's profile too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Si8VeAcmjwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0yv7qgwGDMA/s1600-h/obamas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Si8VeAcmjwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0yv7qgwGDMA/s400/obamas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345514887972294402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does our engagement come in? I found out after our Italian engagement that The Backyard Groom had the ring in his pocket on Inauguration Day and was planning on popping the question after the swearing-in ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who may be interested in inviting the Obamas to any of your functions, the address is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Honorable Barack Obama and Mrs. Obama&lt;br /&gt;The White House Greetings Office&lt;br /&gt;Room 39&lt;br /&gt;1600 Pennsylvania Avenue&lt;br /&gt;Washington, DC 20500&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-5636783539060966074?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/5636783539060966074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-invited-mr-president.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/5636783539060966074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/5636783539060966074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-invited-mr-president.html' title='You&apos;re invited, Mr. President!'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Si8VigvS7vI/AAAAAAAAAKg/U2srLXIzwrQ/s72-c/purpletixsux.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-3904041092233892021</id><published>2009-06-04T20:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:54:27.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Fly</title><content type='html'>The Backyard Groom and I LOVE to travel. Like most 20-somethings starting out in creative fields, our budget is pretty small, but we manage to devote a good chunk of it to seeing new places and revisiting our favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, when The Backyard Groom proposed, we were on a trip to Italy, which gave The Backyard Groom a chance to snap some gorgeous photos, like the one below of Venice's Grand Canal taken from the Rialto Bridge at sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sih27KluiII/AAAAAAAAAJw/HNKO-VdCuWI/s1600-h/venice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343651716702046338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sih27KluiII/AAAAAAAAAJw/HNKO-VdCuWI/s400/venice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only hitch in our traveling giddy-up is that lately I've developed a bit of a fear of flying. I've never been a huge fan of flying, but it didn't seem to freak me out so badly before. I'm pretty sure it dates back to a less-than-smooth return flight from Las Vegas last year and a few other bumpy trips since. The tragic situation with the Air France flight earlier this week also hasn't helped. Of course, I feel terrible for all the families who lost their loved ones, but on a completely selfish level, it has me really nervous to take any more transatlantic flights. Or, if I'm really honest, any flights period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That becomes enough of a problem when you're a travel nut, and even more of one when you're a travel nut in the midst of planning a honeymoon. We were pretty much set on somewhere in Europe, but now I'm having second thoughts. Not to mention, we have a weekend getaway in the coming weeks that involves a plane trip I'm already dreading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any other nervous nellies out there worried about flying? Got any advice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-3904041092233892021?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/3904041092233892021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/06/learning-to-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/3904041092233892021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/3904041092233892021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/06/learning-to-fly.html' title='Learning to Fly'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sih27KluiII/AAAAAAAAAJw/HNKO-VdCuWI/s72-c/venice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-8175602087789576188</id><published>2009-06-03T19:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:46:11.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi. My name is The Backyard Bride, and I'm obsessed.</title><content type='html'>That's right, folks. I am coming clean. I am obsessed with wedding blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, right? I never thought I would be that girl, the one who thinks about her wedding all the time, especially because our wedding is going to be so teeny tiny. I never thought I would care about other people's weddings. And by other people's weddings, I mean the matrimonial festivites of perfect strangers. I can't get enough of their pictures and ideas and DIY projects. And the dresses. Oh, the dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I thought reading wedding blogs and creating my own was just a way to help pass the time at my less-than-satisfying former job. But now that I've got &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/ch-ch-changes.html"&gt;a new job&lt;/a&gt;, one that is actually creatively compelling and doesn't provide time for online wedding obsession, I realize when I get home at the end of the day how much I miss looking at all those pretty pictures and reading about all that hopeful happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I'm off to get my daily fix. Even though it's coming a few hours later than usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-8175602087789576188?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/8175602087789576188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-my-name-is-backyard-bride-and-im.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/8175602087789576188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/8175602087789576188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/06/hi-my-name-is-backyard-bride-and-im.html' title='Hi. My name is The Backyard Bride, and I&apos;m obsessed.'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-3998496768299431158</id><published>2009-05-31T18:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:13:30.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a cake!</title><content type='html'>It was only &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-first-official-taste-of-cake.html"&gt;our second tasting&lt;/a&gt;, but The Backyard Bride and Groom have found their dream cake. And we put down a deposit for our date! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tasting was at &lt;a href="http://www.bluenotebakery.com/"&gt;Blue Note Bakery&lt;/a&gt; in South Austin. Angi had quite a spread prepared for us of different cake flavors, frostings and fillings. I was so excited to dig in that I forgot to take a photo before, but here is a photo that shows the VERY few leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SiMZVnQcyNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/eSNghNoGKGw/s1600-h/bluenote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342141442097465554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SiMZVnQcyNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/eSNghNoGKGw/s400/bluenote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was all delicious and choosing seemed impossible, but finally we decided on American buttercream frosting and marscapone cream filling (it tastes like a mix of Bavarian cream and vanilla pudding) for both tiers. The bottom 10-inch tier will be a Honduran vanilla cake, and the top six-inch tier will be Red Velvet. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wish I had snapped a photo of the sketch Angi worked up for our cake. The buttercream frosting will be ivory with small pearls around the base of the cake. Of course, we'll be using &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/inspiration.html"&gt;The Backyard Mom and Dad's cake topper&lt;/a&gt;. Then the bottom of the cake will have a red ribbon to match &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/d-i-why-project-1-fail.html"&gt;my DIY red carnation bouquet&lt;/a&gt;. It will be simple, exactly what I wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was how reasonable her prices were. After seeing photos of her previous work, I was convinced she would be way out of our price range, but she surprised us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The icing on the cake? (Sorry. I couldn't resist.) Angi names all of her creations and has dubbed ours Marscapone Happiness. So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-3998496768299431158?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/3998496768299431158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-have-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/3998496768299431158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/3998496768299431158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-have-cake.html' title='We have a cake!'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SiMZVnQcyNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/eSNghNoGKGw/s72-c/bluenote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-5517568230819442297</id><published>2009-05-29T13:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:42:12.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring-a-ding-DANG</title><content type='html'>I've run into a little problem with my to-be wedding ring. I posted before about &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/somethings-old.html"&gt;the origins of the ring&lt;/a&gt; - it belonged to The Backyard Groom's late grandmother and was given to me by his aunt. It's a gorgeous white gold band with small diamonds set in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341329383599049826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SiA2xlnHDGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/w5owNT7pqNc/s400/IMG_0116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another thing that makes the ring special is that it's hand-engraved with his grandparents' names and their wedding date. You can see a little bit of that detail here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341329482817166690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SiA23XOjXWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VWfRJ6NtmRE/s400/IMG_0117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How could I run into a problem with such a beautiful (not to mention, free!) ring? Well, it doesn't fit. It's at least a full size too big. When I took it to the jeweller to ask about sizing, they told me that sizing it down to fit my finger will cause the engraving to be lost. Big bummer. They suggested that I just leave the ring as is and always wear the ring with my engagement ring stacked on top to keep it on. That seemed unsecure to me so I asked about soldering them together, and that would destroy the inscription as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm left with two options, neither of which I'm crazy about. Either I keep the ring as is and just deal with the fact that it will always fit loosely below my engagement ring and try not to get it caught on anything. Or I ruin the inscription so it fits perfectly and can then wear it on its own sometimes, like to the gym. I'm afraid if I choose the first, I'll always feel like I'm about to lose the ring, and if I do the second, I'll offend The Backyard Groom's family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's a girl to do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-5517568230819442297?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/5517568230819442297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/ring-ding-dang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/5517568230819442297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/5517568230819442297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/ring-ding-dang.html' title='Ring-a-ding-DANG'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SiA2xlnHDGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/w5owNT7pqNc/s72-c/IMG_0116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-5586826594753763103</id><published>2009-05-27T11:38:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:23:02.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first official taste of cake</title><content type='html'>Initially, &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweetest-things.html"&gt;we didn't want to have a wedding cake&lt;/a&gt;, even though that stance earned us some funny looks from people who know how much we love our desserts. But then The Backyard Mom unearthed the wedding cake topper she and The Backyard Dad had at their wedding 43 years ago. Here is a refresher photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340544979510961138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sh1tXQq_I_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/KsO2QIeg-QU/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell has suffered some wear-and-tear over four decades, so The Backyard Mom and I will try to replace it, but otherwise it's pretty well preserved. Once we found this, I started to understand why it might be nice to have a small wedding cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since The Backyard Groom's mom and grandma will be making &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweetest-things.html"&gt;our other desserts&lt;/a&gt; we figured it would probably be best to buy a cake. And thus we went on our first official vendor visit for our first official cake tasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Backyard Groom's mom found Mary Ann with &lt;a href="http://www.thefrostingaustin.com/"&gt;The Frosting&lt;/a&gt; on a recommendation from her hair stylist. We went down for our tasting yesterday, and Mary Ann had made us two(!) entire cakes - one with butter cake and her specialty buttercream icing and another with french vanilla cake with marshmallow icing. I snapped a photo of the butter cake (our favorite) with my phone (so please excuse the poor picture quality):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sh1tj_kkpJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Y4YTWrJn7gI/s1600-h/caketasting1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340545198258955410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sh1tj_kkpJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Y4YTWrJn7gI/s400/caketasting1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Yum. Mary Ann suggested that we get a two-tier cake with a six-inch tier and a 10-inch tier. She said that would feed 50 with small slices or 25 with big slices. We're big slice kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the cake topper, I'm really indifferent about decorations. I'd just prefer it to be as simple as possible. Mary Ann suggested an ivory cake to match my dress with small polka dots as decorations. I found a picture of a small two-tier cake and another photo of a cake covered with polka dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340545060191214898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sh1tb9OqHTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xXDc5uO9cuA/s400/sampleweddingcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.sugarbabybakery.com/static/images/gallery/Wedding%20Cake%20-%20Small.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340545131046059890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sh1tgFLxP3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/P2i3hMRqnkU/s400/sampleweddingcake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.forgetmenotwi.com/images/LC%20Cake-Jewelry----Initials-_1.jpeg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mary Ann's prices were really reasonable, and her cake was good. We've got another tasting coming up with &lt;a href="http://www.bluenotebakery.com/"&gt;Blue Note Bakery&lt;/a&gt; and I'd like to schedule a third with &lt;a href="http://www.roundrockdonuts.com/"&gt;Lone Star Bakery&lt;/a&gt;, home of the famous Round Rock Donuts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-5586826594753763103?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/5586826594753763103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-first-official-taste-of-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/5586826594753763103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/5586826594753763103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-first-official-taste-of-cake.html' title='Our first official taste of cake'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sh1tXQq_I_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/KsO2QIeg-QU/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-3954008212024855738</id><published>2009-05-25T15:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:46:26.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Borrowed &amp; Blue</title><content type='html'>Not much about our wedding will be traditional, but I do want to have something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue when I walk down &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/backyard-virtual-tour.html"&gt;The Backyard Aisle&lt;/a&gt;. So far, I've only showed you my &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/somethings-old.html"&gt;something old&lt;/a&gt;. My something new will be the dress, and I've already got my borrowed and blue things picked out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/inspiration.html"&gt;an earlier post&lt;/a&gt;, I talked about how I'm inspired by my parents' marriage. The Backyard Mom and I were talking about how I had everything planned out but the borrowed thing. She offered for me to borrow her original wedding band (they bought new ones about 10 years ago after The Backyard Dad's was stolen), which seemed like the perfect idea to both of us. It's a simple white gold band, as you can see below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339855863151703074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Shr6naLxtCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DCfQZLYlcMI/s400/momweddingband3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt weird about wearing another wedding band when I would be getting my own that day, so we wanted to come up with another way to incorporate it into my wedding day get-up. She had the brilliant idea of tying it to my bouquet. Since I plan on making my bouquet myself (note to self: &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/d-i-why-project-1-fail.html"&gt;keep practicing&lt;/a&gt;!), it should be easy to tie it on with some ribbon before I walk down the aisle. Here's a photo I found on Google images that shows how I'd like the ring and the ribbon to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Shr7LkoiXkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Kr2EffRmm6Q/s1600-h/ringtied.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339856484431978050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Shr7LkoiXkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Kr2EffRmm6Q/s400/ringtied.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that would be a nice way to pay tribute to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My something blue is not nearly as sentimental. I love the idea of wearing blue shoes (one of my non-bridesmaids had the cutest pair at her wedding), but I really want to wear a pair of red peep-toe pumps that The Backyard Groom gave me for my birthday last year. I was trying to think of other fun ways to add some blue, when I discovered &lt;a href="http://www.barenecessities.com/Hanky-Panky-Low-Rise-Crystal-Bride-Thong_product_HankyPanky491041_,search,.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Shr6bT_Ik3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/lHJUBmcraMI/s1600-h/somethingblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339855655329633138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Shr6bT_Ik3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/lHJUBmcraMI/s400/somethingblue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hankypanky.com/"&gt;Hanky Panky&lt;/a&gt; makes this light blue thong with "Bride" spelled out in little crystals. It's just so adorable that as soon as I saw it, I had to buy it.&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/6248666494916903591-3954008212024855738?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/3954008212024855738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/borrowed-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/3954008212024855738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/3954008212024855738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/borrowed-blue.html' title='Borrowed &amp; Blue'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Shr6naLxtCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DCfQZLYlcMI/s72-c/momweddingband3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-8146134665428641815</id><published>2009-05-24T17:18:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:18:28.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Backyard Beer</title><content type='html'>Is it wrong that I get more excited about the beer we'll serve at our wedding than I do about my bouquet? If it's wrong, well, then I don't want to be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of our guests have lived in Texas at some point, but a good portion of them don't anymore, so we'd like our wedding to include some Texas specialties, like barbecue. And beer! (We'll also probably try to serve Texas wines, if only because it gives us an excuse to visits some vineyards.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we wouldn't be any kind of Texans if we didn't serve &lt;a href="http://shiner.com/"&gt;Shiner Bock&lt;/a&gt;. Brewed in the small town of Shiner, southwest of San Antonio, Shiner Bock is arguably the most famous Texas beer. It goes perfectly with barbecue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/ShnLFCZJBxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/AgKg6sGrPT4/s1600-h/shiner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339522120626538258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/ShnLFCZJBxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/AgKg6sGrPT4/s400/shiner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Backyard Groom will be happy to see that even Darth Vader approves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/ShnLAh37ejI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/X3UnX_4trOE/s1600-h/darth-vader-bock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339522043177826866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/ShnLAh37ejI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/X3UnX_4trOE/s400/darth-vader-bock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.kickbuttcoffee.com/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiner Bock is an amber beer, making it on the darker and richer side, so we will need to offer a lighter option too. The obvious choice here is none other than the so-called National Beer of Texas, &lt;a href="http://www.lonestarbeer.com/"&gt;Lone Star Beer&lt;/a&gt;. It's brewed in San Antonio and dirt cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/ShnK8l1srBI/AAAAAAAAAII/waUKPcGzlmo/s1600-h/lonestarbeer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339521975522733074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/ShnK8l1srBI/AAAAAAAAAII/waUKPcGzlmo/s400/lonestarbeer2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even though it's not from Texas, &lt;a href="http://budweiser.com/"&gt;Budweiser&lt;/a&gt; does make special Texas labels (like the one below) for all the beers served in the state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/ShnKu1LlzTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WaYXJjLW6S8/s1600-h/bud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339521739122920754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/ShnKu1LlzTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/WaYXJjLW6S8/s400/bud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most popular local breweries is &lt;a href="http://www.realalebrewing.com/beer_styles.php"&gt;Real Ale Brewing Company&lt;/a&gt;, which is based west of Austin in Blanco. Their Fireman's #4 Blonde Ale is perfect for a hot day, which in Texas is always a possibility, even if your wedding is in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/ShnKraSLbfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/j3_g58qFNng/s1600-h/firemans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339521680363187698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/ShnKraSLbfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/j3_g58qFNng/s400/firemans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Backyard Groom and I were both born in Houston, and my family lives there still, so it might be a nice touch to include a selection from Houston-based &lt;a href="http://www.saintarnold.com/"&gt;Saint Arnold Brewing Company&lt;/a&gt;. They brew a variety of beers, but my favorite goes particularly well with our backyard theme. I give you &lt;a href="http://www.saintarnold.com/beers/lawnmower.html"&gt;Saint Arnold Fancy Lawnmower Beer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/ShnKk2DE-YI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FybYZE3iC6E/s1600-h/lawnmower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339521567556958594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/ShnKk2DE-YI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FybYZE3iC6E/s400/lawnmower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute would those labels be at The Backyard Wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6248666494916903591-8146134665428641815?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/8146134665428641815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/backyard-beer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/8146134665428641815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/8146134665428641815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/backyard-beer.html' title='The Backyard Beer'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/ShnLFCZJBxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/AgKg6sGrPT4/s72-c/shiner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-402017292154913257</id><published>2009-05-24T13:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T13:29:43.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't stop them nooooooow</title><content type='html'>One of my &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/wedding-and-party-without-wedding-party.html"&gt;non-bridesmaids&lt;/a&gt; forwarded me a wedding video I couldn't resist posting. How fun does this wedding look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="221" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1531870&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1531870&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="221"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/1531870"&gt;Brian &amp;amp; Eileen's Wedding Music Video.&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/lockdownprojects"&gt;LOCKDOWN projects&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-402017292154913257?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/402017292154913257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-stop-them-nooooooow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/402017292154913257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/402017292154913257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-stop-them-nooooooow.html' title='Don&apos;t stop them nooooooow'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-2316605791605731886</id><published>2009-05-21T15:55:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T16:49:02.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Since a veil will only cover part of it...</title><content type='html'>My hair and I have only recently found peace with each other. Before that our relationship was always a little rocky, mostly because it's so gosh darn stubborn. It insists on being thin, limp, fine and mousy and refuses to hold a curl regardless of how many chemicals or heating devices I apply to it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm a wee bit stubborn too, so for most of my life I've been trying to turn it into something it's not. Last year when I was in a friend's wedding, I found a stylist who knew just what I needed: blonde highlights for body and a blunt bob for the illusion of thickness. We added bangs to give it some sass, and now I can finally say that most of my days are good hair days, relatively speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this above-the-shoulders 'do works so well for me, I don't plan on growing my hair out for the wedding. I still would like to wear it up, probably low (I tend to associate higher updos with prom), in a soft, small chignon or bun. Like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338391783913270770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/ShXHCyADrfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QQiaOGNcI4g/s400/chignon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.easy-hairstyles.com/category/formal-hairstyles/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I sort of casually started looking at the celebrity inspiration photos on &lt;a href="http://www.projectwedding.com/"&gt;Project Wedding&lt;/a&gt; and came across Nicole Richie, who was sort of my hair inspriation for the blonde and banged bob I have now. I love this look, but it might be a little messy for a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338396059082476370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/ShXK7oP0y1I/AAAAAAAAAHo/I-xWPQIyyTo/s400/nicolerichie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one of Elisha Cuthbert is similar, but neither shows the back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338395946977075090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/ShXK1Gn0H5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/TjkzLQCn0a4/s400/elishacuthbert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this one of a real bride, and it looks very pretty from the side. I love the hair flower too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338395846398918546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/ShXKvP8HP5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/oyVb-4-75xg/s400/hairflower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I came across this one of Michelle Williams, in what is pretty much my favorite red carpet look ever, from the makeup to the dress and especially the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338395715745686482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/ShXKnpN9I9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/eHnIP-1FmiQ/s400/michellewilliams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I'm wondering, am I starting a fight with my hair again by looking at these pictures? Because I really want us to be friends on my wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stylist said we would start playing with updos at my next cut, so I think I'll be bringing some of these photos along as inspiration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6248666494916903591-2316605791605731886?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/2316605791605731886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/since-veil-will-only-cover-part-of-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/2316605791605731886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/2316605791605731886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/since-veil-will-only-cover-part-of-it.html' title='Since a veil will only cover part of it...'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/ShXHCyADrfI/AAAAAAAAAHI/QQiaOGNcI4g/s72-c/chignon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-7201144472638272912</id><published>2009-05-19T14:47:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:56:36.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch-ch-changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about punctuating that statement with an exclamation point, but the sentiment behind it is still a little bittersweet. The new job is without a doubt sweet. It's a ridiculously opportune chance to take a big step up in my career, and I feel so lucky not only that such a perfect job for me came along, but that the powers-that-be chose me to fill that job. In this economy, I know that kind of serendipity can't be taken lightly, and I can't wait to prove myself to my new bosses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bitter part comes when I realize I'll be leaving the people I've spent every weekday with for a long time now. They actually remind me a little bit of the people I've spent every Thursday night with for a long time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/ShMPQ304_MI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7n3PzUGZOuY/s1600-h/theoffice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337626765902281922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/ShMPQ304_MI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7n3PzUGZOuY/s400/theoffice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/05/40/0000000540_20060919015544.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;No one here has ever &lt;a href="http://www.officetally.com/the-office-the-injury"&gt;grilled their foot&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.officetally.com/the-office-launch-party"&gt;held a pizza boy hostage&lt;/a&gt;. But some pretty wacky things have happened here under the oversight of our own version of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0009719/"&gt;Michael Scott&lt;/a&gt;. (Sadly, there is no Dwight equivalent.) I've worked here longer than "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0386676/"&gt;The Office&lt;/a&gt;" has been on NBC, and leaving undoubtedly will be hard. I guess one upside is that all that guilt I've felt about not having enough space to invite my co-workers won't matter much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited by all the challenges and responsibilities my new job will entail, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried about the stress of taking it all on. Not to mention that with less than six months until the wedding (yay!), I know that the window of time before decisions must be made about certain things (food, chair and table rentals, cake, etc.) is closing quickly. I'm also concerned about accruing enough vacation days for the as-yet-unplanned honeymoon. &lt;/p&gt;With this big step ahead of me, I'm grateful more now than ever for my family, my friends and, of course, The Backyard Groom, who have all helped me make this difficult decision to move forward in my career. Thanks, y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-7201144472638272912?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/7201144472638272912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/ch-ch-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7201144472638272912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/7201144472638272912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch-ch-changes'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/ShMPQ304_MI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7n3PzUGZOuY/s72-c/theoffice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-4362188672360243273</id><published>2009-05-16T13:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:11:05.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our soon-to-be official officiant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm really close to the officiant we will be using for our wedding. In fact, he is my dad! Now before you start thinking I'm a preacher's kid, I'm not. The Backyard Dad is getting ordained online (for free!) through the &lt;a href="http://www.themonastery.org/?destination=ordination"&gt;Universal Life Church&lt;/a&gt;, making him another Friendor (or Vendad?) we will be lucky enough to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons behind this decision were (a) The Backyard Groom and I don't belong to a church in Austin, and (b) we both are a bit on the shy side. Having a stranger marry us just seemed like it would be wrong for the small and intimate wedding we're planning. We don't want to feel awkward and uncomfortable on our wedding day. So when we started discussing alternatives, The Backyard Groom suggested that we ask my dad. And he accepted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this will be The Backyard Dad's first ceremony to perform, we'll pretty much get to design the whole thing from scratch. At first I was a little nervous about this, but then I kept reading recommendations over on &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/"&gt;Weddingbee&lt;/a&gt; for a book called "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wedding-Ceremony-Planner-Essential-Important/dp/1402203438/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1242579981&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Wedding Ceremony Planner&lt;/a&gt;." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sg8DRzW2t5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/NlmUxTI6HsE/s1600-h/ceremonyplannerbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336487687836055442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sg8DRzW2t5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/NlmUxTI6HsE/s400/ceremonyplannerbook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wedding-Ceremony-Planner-Essential-Important/dp/1402203438/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1242497609&amp;amp;sr=8-1#"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now I'm really excited that we'll get to plan and write every aspect of the ceremony ourselves so it fits us exactly. And we'll have an officiant who cares for us both to make it official. &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/6248666494916903591-4362188672360243273?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/4362188672360243273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-soon-to-be-official-officiant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/4362188672360243273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/4362188672360243273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-soon-to-be-official-officiant.html' title='Our soon-to-be official officiant'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sg8DRzW2t5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/NlmUxTI6HsE/s72-c/ceremonyplannerbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-9089067582650688182</id><published>2009-05-15T10:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:45:11.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Engaging photos</title><content type='html'>The Backyard Groom and I consider ourselves lucky to have such ridiculously talented friends. And we consider ourselves doubly lucky that these ridiculously talented friends are also ridiculously generous with their talents and time. Because of this, we've been able to secure the services of a few "friendors" for our wedding for free. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friendor No. 1 is our photographer. The Backyard Groom is actually a professional photographer, and it took quite a bit of sweet talk to disabuse him of the idea that he would be shooting our wedding himself. This task became a little easier when a friend/former co-worker of his offered his services for free. I've seen some of this guy's portrait work, and it's fantastic. He wants to make the shift into weddings and build his portfolio, so he also offered to do free bridal and engagement sessions. I'm beyond thrilled about this. Honestly, I'm still on the fence about bridal portraits because I can't picture ever putting huge photos of myself around the house, but the thought of engagement pictures makes me giddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because The Backyard Groom is a photographer, we have a ton of photos he's taken of us through the years. They're great photos, some of my absolute favorites, but they all have one common feature - they're all close-ups courtesy of The Backyard Groom's outstretched arm. I'm so excited that we'll soon have photos of us that actually include our bodies and don't involve any contortions to make sure one of us can hold the camera steady at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now comes the job of choosing where to shoot these engagement photos. Austin is an absolutely beautiful city, where you can find any kind of backdrop you want, from bustling &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/6th_Street_(Austin)"&gt;Sixth Street&lt;/a&gt; to the funky buildings of &lt;a href="http://www.austincityguide.com/acg/Client/Client.aspx?ClientName=South-Congress-Avenue-Shopping-austin-city-Shopping-listing"&gt;SoCo&lt;/a&gt; to the gorgeous lake views from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Bonnell"&gt;Mt. Bonnell&lt;/a&gt;. Instead of choosing one of these locations at random, I'd like to choose an Austin landmark that has meaning to us as a couple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First up, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Texas_capitol"&gt;Texas State Capitol&lt;/a&gt;. (I forgot to bookmark the source pages for these images. Sorry, copyright holders!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sg2RZQD0IcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/85382z7ikjE/s1600-h/txcapitol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336080996497629634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sg2RZQD0IcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/85382z7ikjE/s400/txcapitol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Backyard Groom and I met and fell in love while interning for the state. (Yes, intern fraternization was frowned upon so we kept it a secret from our co-workers all semester.) We didn't actually work in the beautiful Capitol building, but we walked by it to get to our office a block away. The grounds of the Capitol are so pretty, especially at this time of year, so I'm sure we could find some pretty places to snap some shots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up is the &lt;a href="http://www.utexas.edu/"&gt;University of Texas&lt;/a&gt; campus. We were both UT students when we met, and we both graduated from UT, so maybe we're a bit biased in our opinion that the campus is awesome. Just take a look at the Main Building tower facing the South Mall and the Littlefield Fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sg2QVf_tzXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/MY8GpNqgyTk/s1600-h/uttower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336079832544300402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sg2QVf_tzXI/AAAAAAAAAGY/MY8GpNqgyTk/s400/uttower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're a UT student, you inevitably spend a good chunk of time hanging out at the shops and cafes on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_drag"&gt;The Drag&lt;/a&gt;. The storefronts have changed a great deal since The Backyard Groom and I were in school, but some of the most famous places are still there, like this mural by singer-songwriter &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daniel_Johnston"&gt;Daniel Johnston&lt;/a&gt;. Jeremiah the Innocent is one of Austin's many unofficial mascots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sg2QJz3O57I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/c_XpuG1fIWc/s1600-h/hihowareyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336079631718999986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sg2QJz3O57I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/c_XpuG1fIWc/s400/hihowareyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the 10,452 things The Backyard Groom and I have in common is that we are BIG movie fans. Several of our early dates were at the lovely historic &lt;a href="http://www.austintheatre.org/site/PageServer?pagename=Home"&gt;Paramount Theatre&lt;/a&gt; during the &lt;a href="http://www.austinfilmfestival.com/new/"&gt;Austin Film Festival&lt;/a&gt;. I think the marquee and building facade would make a pretty background. Plus it's only a short walk from the Capitol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336087740411324850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sg2XhzGIqbI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wYt5rdHadOw/s400/paramount.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On any given weekend, there is probably an 92% chance that we will go see a movie, and about a 97% chance that the movie will be seen at one of the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.originalalamo.com"&gt;Alamo Drafthouses&lt;/a&gt;. We are admittedly obsessed with the luxury of chowing down on burgers and beer while watching a movie, and the Alamo is the best. Their Ritz location on Sixth Street also has a cool marquee for a photo backdrop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336079926857255186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sg2Qa_VrSRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/8ceqC-GetZg/s400/ritz.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin is compact enough that we should be able to pose for pictures at a couple different places, but I'm still having trouble narrowing it down. What do you think? Are they any Austin places we should be sure not to miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/6248666494916903591-9089067582650688182?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/9089067582650688182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/engaging-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/9089067582650688182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/9089067582650688182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/engaging-photos.html' title='Engaging photos'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sg2RZQD0IcI/AAAAAAAAAGo/85382z7ikjE/s72-c/txcapitol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-1889857573004954181</id><published>2009-05-12T15:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:14:03.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A wedding and a party without a wedding party</title><content type='html'>Because The Backyard Wedding will be so small, only our closest friends are invited. Those same friends would without a doubt be the ones we would want to include in a wedding party, but when you're having a guest list of 20, it seems a bit ridiculous for half of those guests to be included in the wedding party. Then we'd have no guests left but our family (several of whom already will be involved in the ceremony in other ways).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we won't be having a traditional wedding party, I still wanted to tell my friends how special they are to me and how much I appreciate that they will be using valuable vacation days and hard-earned money to come watch me wed. Since I wouldn't be asking them to be bridesmaids, I thought I would ask them to be non-bridesmaids instead. A very crucial component of being a non-bridesmaid involves not wearing anything like the ladies below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sgs1kFGlxxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7CY1Ip5ulyg/s1600-h/badbridesmaid1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335417077511866130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sgs1kFGlxxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7CY1Ip5ulyg/s400/badbridesmaid1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sgs1gnSPYkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uiJKCDOPgy0/s1600-h/badbridesmaid2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335417017968058946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sgs1gnSPYkI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uiJKCDOPgy0/s400/badbridesmaid2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily for me, they all accepted! Even though they won't be wearing matching dresses (ugly or otherwise), my ladies will be there supporting me and shaking their booties with me, and I couldn't be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, ladies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-1889857573004954181?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/1889857573004954181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/wedding-and-party-without-wedding-party.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/1889857573004954181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/1889857573004954181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/wedding-and-party-without-wedding-party.html' title='A wedding and a party without a wedding party'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sgs1kFGlxxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7CY1Ip5ulyg/s72-c/badbridesmaid1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-6653933277076659470</id><published>2009-05-07T15:43:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:09:47.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>D-I-Why? Project #1 = FAIL</title><content type='html'>I mentioned before that &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/d-i-why.html"&gt;I am not a crafty gal&lt;/a&gt;. Well, now I've got proof. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both because of the budget and because it just keeps things simple, I want to make my own bouquet. Here's a reminder of my inspiration photo, except I'd like a solid red carnation bouquet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333203591593700578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SgNYaPfHrOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/883P4Qo_GOE/s400/carnationbouquet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a long lunch break last week and after doing a little damage to my debit card at &lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/"&gt;Sephora&lt;/a&gt;, I decided on a whim to run over to &lt;a href="http://heb.com/welcome/index.jsp"&gt;HEB&lt;/a&gt; to pick up some red carnations. All they had were some mini ones so I picked up the two tiny bunches they had and decided to stop at another store on my way back to work. No red carnations, mini or otherwise. Instead, they had some mini red and white carnations. I'm a big fan of natural-looking florals (i.e., no lime green carnations or blue gerber daisies) and I know I want a solid-color bouquet, but I also knew I'd need more blooms to work with so I went ahead and bought them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the two kinds of mini carnations look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333202596854921202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SgNXgVy6d_I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Qe1DkzDvwr0/s400/IMG_0109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unsatisfied still, I stopped at yet another HEB on my way home that afternoon (seriously, you can't shake a &lt;a href="http://trudys.com/"&gt;Mexican martini&lt;/a&gt; without hitting an HEB in Austin) and finally found some full-size red carnations, what I'd wanted all along. There were only three small bunches but I figured I could just mix them all together. (Spoiler alert: I figured wrong.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a photo of the full-size carnations. Aren't they gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333202517770165602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SgNXbvLo3WI/AAAAAAAAAFg/UfkKhoRq370/s400/IMG_0106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I love fresh flowers, I rarely buy any so just having some in the house was really nice. So nice, in fact, that I let a couple days pass before even attempting my DIY bouquet. (You can call it laziness, but I prefer inertia.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is what they looked like sitting idly on the table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333202660199571154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SgNXkBxdHtI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PE9NIqMHbEw/s400/IMG_0115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally on Sunday afternoon, the alternative of watching the NBA playoffs led me to try to make something out of my pretty flowers. Instead of finding a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_xdOBUvgMw"&gt;YouTube video&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/01/12/diy-wedding-bouquet/"&gt;reading&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/07/28/photo-shoot-diy-bouquet/"&gt;past&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://boards.weddingbee.com/topic/carnation-bouquet-results"&gt;Weddingbee&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://boards.weddingbee.com/topic/for-current-and-past-diy-flower-brides"&gt;posts&lt;/a&gt; on the subject, I decided to just wing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big mistake. First off, after I cleaned and cut the stems, I realized I hadn't even remembered to get floral tape or wire or ribbon or those lovely pearl-topped pins or anything to hold this sucker together. Ooops. I decided to try and make due with the rubber bands they came with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, I began positioning the full-size carnations into a bouquet. I thought they looked pretty good, but could have been fuller so I reached for the mini carnations. Mistake #2. The mini carnations were two to three blooms per stem. I don't doubt that someone with only a slightly higher skill level could have arranged them so it would work, but I couldn't. In order to keep the height the same, I had to remove the smaller blooms from the longer stem, and then there wasn't enough stem to keep them all together with the larger flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, I spent $22 and 20 minutes on my sad little Charlie Brown bouquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333202434113516610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SgNXW3iVtEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EMyviSi1Nq0/s400/IMG_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love the color and the look of the flowers, and I'm sure it would look better with more flowers packed more tightly. You can see how uneven and sparse it looks from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333202361545431906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SgNXSpMwm2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/61duo-_Ur3o/s400/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though my badly-planned attempt didn't yield stellar results, I still ended up with three small flower arrangements to scatter around the apartment. And that makes me a happy Backyard Bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333202209369808194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SgNXJyTQ3UI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ahHWA7vT7Ck/s400/IMG_0013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, what is it people always say? If at first you don't succeed, buy more pretty flowers and try again? I think that's right.&lt;/div&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/6248666494916903591-6653933277076659470?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/6653933277076659470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/d-i-why-project-1-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/6653933277076659470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/6653933277076659470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/d-i-why-project-1-fail.html' title='D-I-Why? Project #1 = FAIL'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SgNYaPfHrOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/883P4Qo_GOE/s72-c/carnationbouquet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-5618166632384593475</id><published>2009-05-05T16:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:47:58.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plus one. And one. And one. And one.</title><content type='html'>When we initially planned out our 15-person guestlist, we forgot something. Namely that some of the friends we want to invite have these people in their lives called wives. And husbands. And fiances. Ooops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because the backyard is so small, we decided to nix plus ones all around and extend invitations only to include those who are married or engaged. I know it's a controversial decision, but we think it's best for such an intimate ceremony. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That brings our guest count to 20. Luckily all our vendors are either friends or family (score!) so it will just be us and our guests in the backyard. Including us, that's 22, probably the most the backyard can handle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that's not totally true. There might be one late addition. The Backyard Groom is gunning for an invitation for The Backyard Cat. (Lest the nomenclature confuse you, The Backyard Cat has never stepped paw in an actual backyard and is strictly an indoor kind of gal.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's right. We have officially become &lt;em&gt;those &lt;/em&gt;kind of people - the ones who actually consider including their pet in their wedding. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Warning: gratuitous cat picture ahead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332520590567976210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SgDrOWZCrRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/VICXjEap3C4/s400/portrait4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How can I say no to that face?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-5618166632384593475?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/5618166632384593475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/plus-one-and-one-and-one-and-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/5618166632384593475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/5618166632384593475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/plus-one-and-one-and-one-and-one.html' title='Plus one. And one. And one. And one.'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SgDrOWZCrRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/VICXjEap3C4/s72-c/portrait4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-173850144737542462</id><published>2009-05-04T10:24:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:30:57.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something(s) Old</title><content type='html'>When I walk down &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/backyard-virtual-tour.html"&gt;The Backyard Aisle&lt;/a&gt;, I plan to have those four famous things with me - something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue. In fact, after the ceremony I will have actually have two things that fit into the first category, because both my engagement ring and my wedding ring are old. I decided to take some photos of them after reading a &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbeepro.com/2008/12/08/how-to-take-amazing-engagement-and-wedding-ring-photos/"&gt;tutorial on Weddingbee&lt;/a&gt;. I used my Canon 20D, natural light from the window and a few props - some carnations used for my (terribly ill-fated) first &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/d-i-why.html"&gt;DIY bouquet&lt;/a&gt; attempt, a squishy &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dwight_Schrute"&gt;Dwight Schrute&lt;/a&gt; head and a colorful toy borrowed from The Backyard Cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up is my engagement ring. The diamond came from my mom's engagement ring, which she generously offered to The Backyard Groom last summer. (For those of you counting at home, that does indeed mean that he got the diamond last summer but did not propose until February, so you can imagine what a stressed wannabee Backyard Bride I was for many months.) He had the diamond placed in a new white gold solitaire setting that he picked out all by himself, and when he proposed, I couldn't have been happier with what he had chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sf8R4AyUFzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/judHRY6Gp60/s1600-h/IMG_0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332000137811334962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sf8R4AyUFzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/judHRY6Gp60/s400/IMG_0085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sf8R03dcvEI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nGddNyp6ALo/s1600-h/IMG_0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332000083768294466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sf8R03dcvEI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nGddNyp6ALo/s400/IMG_0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the angle below, you can see a little more of the setting's details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sf8RrMkv-HI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SqS92e10BFs/s1600-h/IMG_0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331999917637367922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sf8RrMkv-HI/AAAAAAAAAEc/SqS92e10BFs/s400/IMG_0098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear we have the most generous relatives. Not only did I get a gorgeous diamond from my mom, but The Backyard Groom's aunt gave us the wedding band that belonged to his late grandmother. It's a white gold band with small diamonds set into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sf8RkfqnEII/AAAAAAAAAEU/hEriTFiVcn0/s1600-h/IMG_0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331999802503139458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sf8RkfqnEII/AAAAAAAAAEU/hEriTFiVcn0/s400/IMG_0116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sf8RgSpud-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/c3lUAvxIovI/s1600-h/IMG_0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331999730290292706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sf8RgSpud-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/c3lUAvxIovI/s400/IMG_0121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest part about the ring is that it's engraved with his grandparents' names and their wedding date in 1944. They met while he was a soldier and she was a nurse during World War II and married in Italy, where, coincidentally, we got engaged 65 years later. I tried to get a good shot of the engraving, but it's in script and my focus skills are not up to snuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sf8Rcc1wO_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/k5Olg2OYG0c/s1600-h/IMG_0117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331999664305617906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sf8Rcc1wO_I/AAAAAAAAAEE/k5Olg2OYG0c/s400/IMG_0117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post about my something borrowed soon, but I'll have to make sure The Backyard Groom isn't looking before I share my something new and something blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6248666494916903591-173850144737542462?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/173850144737542462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/somethings-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/173850144737542462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/173850144737542462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/05/somethings-old.html' title='Something(s) Old'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Sf8R4AyUFzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/judHRY6Gp60/s72-c/IMG_0085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-1285472659677725460</id><published>2009-04-30T16:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:57:48.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I've noticed that a good chunk of the posts on wedding blogs (including this one) focus on inspiration for the wedding, from color-coordinated idea boards to photos of other ceremonies to awesome vendor discoveries. That's a big part of what planning a wedding is all about, and it's so much fun to share all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't seen very many posts focused on inspiration for the marriage, so I thought I would write a post about mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are high school sweethearts. They got married in 1966, when my mom was just 19 and my dad had just been drafted into the Vietnam War. During the 43 years they've been married, I don't doubt that they've put every single one of their vows to the test - good times and bad times, richer and poorer, sickness and health - but they've passed all those tests together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope with all my heart that in 43 years The Backyard Groom and I can say the same thing. And in the meantime, I'll keep feeling grateful for my parents' example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember their four-decade-old cake topper that I mentioned in the last post? Here is a photo my mom snapped of it with her cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfoUTDisroI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IL6v2CqQhRc/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330595426547314306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfoUTDisroI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IL6v2CqQhRc/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to use it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-1285472659677725460?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/1285472659677725460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/1285472659677725460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/1285472659677725460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfoUTDisroI/AAAAAAAAAD8/IL6v2CqQhRc/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-4739971760552347099</id><published>2009-04-28T15:19:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:04:12.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Things</title><content type='html'>Whenever people talk about a wedding they've been to, they usually bring up two things - the dress and the cake. Let's talk about the latter. The Backyard Groom and I are BIG fans of all things sweet. At restaurants, we may or may not have a history of ordering more desserts than there are diners at the table. And then finishing those desserts without a problem. And I may or may not be known around my office as "The Girl Who Loves Cake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I confess. It's all true. Which makes it all the more unbelievable to people when we tell them we don't care about having a wedding cake. The Backyard Groom and I have been to our fair share of weddings, and I can count on two fingers the number of weddings that had memorably good cake. As chocoholics, it seems unconscionable to us to serve our guests subpar cake, which is all our budget could afford in the grand scheme of wedding cakery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, we plan on giving our guests the best dessert money can't buy - The Backyard Groom's Grandma's Chocolate Pie. I can't recall ever having chocolate pie before I had The Backyard Groom's Grandma's Chocolate Pie. Maybe I did, but the very act of eating this chocolate pie has erased all such impostors from my memory. It is AMAZING. It's all chocolatey gooey goodness in a buttery crust without any meringue nonsense mucking it up. I searched through 20 pages of Google images trying to find a chocolate pie that even approached the yummy sight of Grandma's but I couldn't find one so this will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfdlPZqckvI/AAAAAAAAADk/sryuvqYmO7w/s1600-h/chocolatepie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329839999277634290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfdlPZqckvI/AAAAAAAAADk/sryuvqYmO7w/s400/chocolatepie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://chaosinthekitchen.com/images/chocolatepie.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Grandma loves us both and will usually make us a chocolate pie whenever we come over for dinner. When we asked her to make chocolate pies for our wedding, she was thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about chocolate pie got us thinking about all the other homemade desserts we love. That made us hungry, but it also made us realize that a dessert buffet might be better than a plain old wedding cake. So in addition to the chocolate pies, we plan on serving that fall staple, the pumpkin pie, alongside another Lone Star State native, &lt;a href="http://homesicktexan.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-say-its-your-birthday.html"&gt;Texas sheet cake&lt;/a&gt;. For those of you unfamiliar with Texas sheet cake, it's basically a chocolate cake that's 10 times more delicious than any other chocolate cake. I'm thinking the buttermilk might have something to do with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfdlKrPVegI/AAAAAAAAADc/ngWeH1fI1Ow/s1600-h/texassheetcake"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329839918096415234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfdlKrPVegI/AAAAAAAAADc/ngWeH1fI1Ow/s400/texassheetcake" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfdlGwzp9oI/AAAAAAAAADU/Y-zFfHU969s/s1600-h/texassheetcake1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329839850871453314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfdlGwzp9oI/AAAAAAAAADU/Y-zFfHU969s/s400/texassheetcake1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(both images courtesy of &lt;a href="http://homesicktexan.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Homesick Texan&lt;/a&gt;, an NYC-residing Texan who posts recipes and photos that make me drool)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The Backyard Groom's mom makes a mean Texas sheet cake. She passed down some of that baking prowess to her son, which is of course one of the myriad reasons I wanted to be his Backyard Bride. He might just grace our backyard wedding with a special rendition of his infamous peach cobbler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329892147152700690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfeUqzouRRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SWod-ZXlBQo/s400/peach-cobbler-sl-630082-l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KqD-x0IuiVo/ScAwrgbU3sI/AAAAAAAAA_E/-V2zh8vvFoI/s400/peach-cobbler-sl-630082-l.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Of course, peach cobbler isn't peach cobbler unless it's topped with Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329892034247308898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfeUkPB-tmI/AAAAAAAAADs/kTOkpHs-vhA/s400/blue-bell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.orchardchronicles.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/blue-bell.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now you can definitely see why limiting our guest list was important. How else would we have time to chow down on all these yummy desserts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there may soon be another sweet thing to add to the list. My mom recently unearthed the cake topper from her and my dad's wedding 43 years ago. I'm such a romantic that I don't think I can pass up the chance to reuse it, which means we may be having wedding cake after all. Don't worry though. We'll make sure it's good, even if it requires us to eat an entire test cake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-4739971760552347099?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/4739971760552347099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweetest-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/4739971760552347099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/4739971760552347099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweetest-things.html' title='The Sweetest Things'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfdlPZqckvI/AAAAAAAAADk/sryuvqYmO7w/s72-c/chocolatepie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-5797015627127987906</id><published>2009-04-27T11:19:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:19:52.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Backyard: A Virtual Tour</title><content type='html'>I wouldn't be The Backyard Bride without this particular backyard, belonging to The Backyard Groom's generous mom. The original idea of posting photos of the backyard included carefully planned shots of each area and descriptions of how it would be used in the ceremony, but shortly after I took I out my camera, the pizza arrived and I was too distracted by the smell of hot cheesy goodness to get worthwhile shots of important things, like the covered flagstone patio (our MVP) that will serve as the area for guests to sit during the ceremony and later on transform into the dance floor, not to mention step in as the alternate reception site in the event of rain. I also forgot to get a good shot of the grassy section where we'll set up the tables for dinner. Sorry about that. Also, these pictures were taken before sunset, and it will be much darker for our ceremony and reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado, here is how a small (but lovely) suburban backyard will become our perfectly intimate wedding venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up is the pergola that we will be married under. (Before we started planning, I never knew a garden arch was properly called a pergola. I always called it a trellis or an arbor. Apparently I was wrong. At first, I didn't like the word because it sounded so formal, but then I thought about how Blanche, Rose and Dorothy [We'll miss you, Bea Arthur!] always called their porch a lanai, which made a boring old porch sound so glamorous. So I have embraced the pergola. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfXczFCMGQI/AAAAAAAAADM/ptBmzwIibSg/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329408504145647874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfXczFCMGQI/AAAAAAAAADM/ptBmzwIibSg/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pergola is made out of a wood similar to driftwood that I've forgotten the name of (ooops!). The Backyard Future Mother-in-Law has one simple strand of twinkle lights at the top right now, but we'll be adding more all over it. The Backyard Groom, our officiant (more on that to come) and I will all be standing underneath it for the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one huge live oak tree in the yard. We will be lighting it up with lanterns and twinkle lights and probably running strands of lights from it to the roof of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfXcqs8d9hI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KwvXT4IXj0U/s1600-h/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329408360240248338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfXcqs8d9hI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KwvXT4IXj0U/s400/IMG_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shot from inside the pergola shows the sidewalk and fence to the side. The Backyard Groom will be standing here under the pergola when I come through the fence and up the sidewalk to meet him. We're looking into ways to add lights along the makeshift aisle, probably with small lanterns like luminarias or shepherd's hooks holding candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfXclDIWzjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WzGe4kqiePQ/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329408263116475954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfXclDIWzjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WzGe4kqiePQ/s400/IMG_0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This side yard is where we will set up the food tables and the bar. Whatever we end up serving, we plan on doing it buffet style so this is where our guests will get their grub. We'll add more lights over here and set candles on all the tables. FMIL is also training some climbing roses to cover this smaller arch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfXchc5JxiI/AAAAAAAAACs/ekuRcDrDSOk/s1600-h/IMG_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329408201312552482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfXchc5JxiI/AAAAAAAAACs/ekuRcDrDSOk/s400/IMG_0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this shot, you can see the pergola and a bit of the covered flagstone patio where our guests will be seated for the ceremony. That big clay pot is actually a fountain that will provide some nice ambient noise during the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfXcaszufbI/AAAAAAAAACk/b0OvF67iTss/s1600-h/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329408085325675954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfXcaszufbI/AAAAAAAAACk/b0OvF67iTss/s400/IMG_0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try to get over there and take more shots soon. There are gorgeous rosebushes and other plants that were overlooked as a result of my urgent need for pizza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6248666494916903591-5797015627127987906?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/5797015627127987906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/backyard-virtual-tour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/5797015627127987906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/5797015627127987906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/backyard-virtual-tour.html' title='THE Backyard: A Virtual Tour'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfXczFCMGQI/AAAAAAAAADM/ptBmzwIibSg/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-3609254893811199560</id><published>2009-04-23T09:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:35:46.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Easy Being Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unless you've been living under a landfill of plastic shopping bags, you probably heard that yesterday was Earth Day. It's still technically Earth Week, so please kindly overlook that I'm a day late chiming in on the subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfB--H7EIDI/AAAAAAAAACU/5xT2mSktN8o/s1600-h/full-20earth2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327897964923068466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfB--H7EIDI/AAAAAAAAACU/5xT2mSktN8o/s400/full-20earth2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://rst.gsfc.nasa.gov/Sect16/full-20earth2.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm a bit ashamed to admit that The Backyard Groom and I never intentionally planned to have an eco-friendly wedding (although we never planned to have an eco-unfriendly one either), but because it's in a backyard and because it's on a budget, it's become an unintentionally green-themed wedding. We'll be repurposing jars and Christmas lights for decorations. The flowers will be limited to my one bouquet and whatever The Backyard Groom's mom has planted in the backyard. We want to make most of the food ourselves and plan on borrowing dishes and silverware, instead of buying plastic ones. Any food we don't make will be obtained from locally-owned businesses, and the number of vendors we use will hopefully be as close to zero as possible (more on this to come).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these are all simple and logical things that are as much dictated by a miniscule budget as they are by a desire to keep things green. So the question looms: can we morally take credit for the green theme if it wasn't intentionally green but instead budget-begotten green? Should we now go whole hog and up the green ante?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a city like Austin, there is ample opportunity to be friendly toward the environment. Say what you will about the rest of Texas, but Austin is without a doubt green. In fact, Austin is even home to the country's only Certified Organic events facility - the beautiful &lt;a href="http://www.barrmansion.com/"&gt;Barr Mansion&lt;/a&gt;, where I would love to get married if (a) budget was no concern, and (b) I was comfortable with the thought of 200 guests' eyes all on me at the same time. Look at some photos of this gorgeous venue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfB-3X2k39I/AAAAAAAAACM/IC_DZDRP8zk/s1600-h/barrmansion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327897848940126162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfB-3X2k39I/AAAAAAAAACM/IC_DZDRP8zk/s400/barrmansion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfB-wUPoNNI/AAAAAAAAACE/j7mBx0Ua-IY/s1600-h/barr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327897727712376018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfB-wUPoNNI/AAAAAAAAACE/j7mBx0Ua-IY/s400/barr2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;a href="http://barrmansion.com/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Sidenote: Another Austin bridal blogger, &lt;a href="http://www.procrastinationisplanning.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Anti-Bride&lt;/a&gt;, is getting married there and I love reading about her planning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if we do decide to go greener, we will still have a pretty large carbon footprint from guest travel. Only three of our 15 guests live in Austin. The rest will be trucking it in from elsewhere in Texas or flying in from across the country, not to mention the two guests who will be crossing the Atlantic to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire the brides I read about who plan on offsetting their wedding's carbon footprint somehow (like &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/04/22/happy-earth-day/"&gt;Miss Peep Toe&lt;/a&gt; over on &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/"&gt;Weddingbee&lt;/a&gt;), but that takes a hit on the budget as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's an aspiring green girl to do? I'm not sure, but I guess Kermit was right. It's not easy being green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327908791776946434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfCI0VGLqQI/AAAAAAAAACc/RrunTOeUoAc/s400/kermit.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://beehivestudio.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54f9cbc5e883401156f6b6cee970b-800wi"&gt;source&lt;/a&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/6248666494916903591-3609254893811199560?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/3609254893811199560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-not-easy-being-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/3609254893811199560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/3609254893811199560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-not-easy-being-green.html' title='It&apos;s Not Easy Being Green'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SfB--H7EIDI/AAAAAAAAACU/5xT2mSktN8o/s72-c/full-20earth2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-3946181172996760554</id><published>2009-04-21T11:41:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:31:33.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Slowly</title><content type='html'>(I would promise not to title all my posts with puns and song titles, but I just may not be able to help myself.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you've lived your entire life in a state where seasons refer only to variations on the same theme of humidity and heat, you tend to romanticize what you think different times of year must look like elsewhere. Part of me is convinced that by the time Halloween rolls around, every other place but Texas looks like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327186797836218146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Se34KwEtryI/AAAAAAAAABs/iqBw2I6ogBQ/s400/fallTree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.mountaincolorsrealty.com/fallTree.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While I know that's not true, I am well versed in this truth: Texas is hot. For example, today it is 90 degrees in Austin. And it's only April. (What gives, Weather? Can you not be restrain yourself until at least late May?) Maybe it's because I think of fall like the photo above that it's always been my favorite season. I guess it's a case of wanting what you can't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For not entirely dissimilar reasons, fall is also fellow native Texan The Backyard Groom's favorite season, so the idea of having an outdoor wedding in the fall appealed to us both. But what about the cold November rain? Right now I'm not terribly concerned. By November, the weather in Austin is probably best described as slightly less sweltering. And if it does rain, The Backyard Groom insists that it won't matter, that we'll still be married and just get a little wet in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all, that's what umbrellas are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327227756513865714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Se4da3CcL_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/1ey4kCIy5ZQ/s400/couple_kissing_bw_umbrella.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.victoriamarriages.com/images/couple_kissing_bw_umbrella.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/6248666494916903591-3946181172996760554?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/3946181172996760554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/falling-slowly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/3946181172996760554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/3946181172996760554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/falling-slowly.html' title='Falling Slowly'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Se34KwEtryI/AAAAAAAAABs/iqBw2I6ogBQ/s72-c/fallTree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-8401704168598582171</id><published>2009-04-20T09:29:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:36:00.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>D-I-Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Confession time: I am not a DIY kind of person. I desperately wish I was. I envy those who are. (Yes, envy. I am a Scorpio, after all.) In all honesty, cracking open an issue of &lt;em&gt;Martha Stewart Living&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Real Simple&lt;/em&gt; (simple? seriously???) makes me a little stressed out. But the pictures are so pretty, I can't stop looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to our wedding, our budget dictates that DIY will be necessary. Although even if the budget was 10 times as big, our goal of making our wedding day &lt;a href="http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-wed-where.html"&gt;a reunion of family and friends&lt;/a&gt; means we want to do as much ourselves and with our friends and family as we can. Lucky for us, we've got some pretty amazingly talented friends and family. I'll post about how they will be helping out soon, but in the meantime, I want to show a few of the projects this DIY novice will be attempting to tackle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up: the bouquet. You'll notice I used that word in its singular form. I'm planning on only having one bouquet in the entire wedding, and I'm planning on making it myself. Because the wedding will be in November, flower pickings won't be as plentiful as they are the rest of the year. I want to use flowers I'll be able to buy looking fresh and lovely at our local supermarket and with a small price tag to boot. After looking around online, I came across these gorgeous bouquets made with that old grocery store stalwart, carnations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326783006607593362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SeyI7Ahuz5I/AAAAAAAAABc/tKyX7oDwRSY/s400/carnationbouquet.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.realsimple.com/holidays-entertaining/weddings/flowers/wedding-flowers-bouquets-supermarket-00000000000483/page3.html"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SeyI3mD6yPI/AAAAAAAAABU/bK_oDaIpI5g/s1600-h/carnationbouquet2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326782947963619570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SeyI3mD6yPI/AAAAAAAAABU/bK_oDaIpI5g/s400/carnationbouquet2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://i43.tinypic.com/mrfxcn.jpg"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0698656/"&gt;Charlotte York&lt;/a&gt; wouldn't approve, I think these carnation bouquets are sweet and simple, the exact feel I want for my wedding. Better yet, I've found a few tutorials online that make these looks not too difficult to recreate. I plan on doing a test run in the next few weeks so I'll put the photos of the process and finished product online. It seems like there are pins involved so as long as I don't end up with a bloody bouquet, I'll probably consider the experiment a success. I plan on using a solid-color selection of either cream or deep red flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up: centerpieces. I'm still not sure how many tables we'll need to accommodate our 15 guests, plus all the yummy food and drinks, but I do know how I plan on decorating them. As soon as we picked a backyard wedding in the fall, we knew we would want to use many different light sources that could double as decorations, from strands of twinkle lights to candles. For the tables, I've fallen in love with these centerpieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326815957424943730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/Seym4_4yMnI/AAAAAAAAABk/2CJWJp0mHvo/s400/centerpieces.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fizkiks/2959116662/in/set-72157608210918503"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty. And eco-friendly! I read online that this couple saved pickle and jam jars for a year before their wedding in order to have enough candleholders for their tables. With our much smaller affair, I hope we can save enough, with the help of The Backyard Bride's mom and dad, in the next seven months. And I can count it as DIY, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more light sources, we want to string lights from the house to the trees, put up paper lanterns and add some candle lanterns (which I'm hoping one of us will be able to make) to hang and possibly light the aisle. Here are the photos I'm using for inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SeyIr8jFsiI/AAAAAAAAABE/vIZbRHoRk4w/s1600-h/backyardlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326782747841507874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SeyIr8jFsiI/AAAAAAAAABE/vIZbRHoRk4w/s400/backyardlight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;a href="http://abackyardwedding.blogspot.com/2009/02/q-how-do-you-light-backyard.html"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SeyIn6DJeaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ztYQ-xtLFSk/s1600-h/backyardlight2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326782678451190178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SeyIn6DJeaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ztYQ-xtLFSk/s400/backyardlight2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;a href="http://abackyardwedding.blogspot.com/2009/02/q-how-do-you-light-backyard.html"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SeyIkJ2B1nI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TSnWbMMtypg/s1600-h/backyard3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326782613971654258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SeyIkJ2B1nI/AAAAAAAAAA0/TSnWbMMtypg/s400/backyard3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.thisyounghouse.com/wedding-album/"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So these are my first DIY projects. It's probably a stretch to even call the lighting DIY, but seriously, if there were remedial DIY classes, I would probably be failing those. Hopefully by the time the wedding rolls around, I'll at least be able to DIY my own dunce cap.&lt;/p&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/6248666494916903591-8401704168598582171?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/8401704168598582171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/d-i-why.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/8401704168598582171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/8401704168598582171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/d-i-why.html' title='D-I-Why?'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SeyI7Ahuz5I/AAAAAAAAABc/tKyX7oDwRSY/s72-c/carnationbouquet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-1466814989292848833</id><published>2009-04-18T13:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:59:43.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guestlist Guilt</title><content type='html'>A &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/04/17/taking-our-wedding-into-our-own-hands/"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/"&gt;Weddingbee&lt;/a&gt; today got me thinking about our decision to have such a small wedding. I know the size is what's right for us, both financially and emotionally (as I talked about in the last post), but I still feel guilty about who we won't be inviting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Backyard Groom's mom's backyard (that's a mouthful!) is beautiful but not big by any stretch. Our 15 guests will fit perfectly in the space, but adding even a few more people would make it seem crowded. And because that backyard is here in Austin, where The Backyard Groom and I have lived and worked for the past eight years, I'm worried that people will be hurt when they find out we're getting married in town, but they're not invited. Also, aside from the space issue, inviting more guests would obviously increase the budget, which we are very set against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make us selfish? Honestly, sometimes I'm not sure. It feels like a damned-if-you-do-damned-if-you-don't predicament. If we had chosen to cough up the money for a large wedding that included everyone we feel obligated to invite, I know we would end up feeling guilty every time we wrote a check or, even worse, got a credit card bill. But right now, I feel a twinge of guilt every time my co-workers ask me how the wedding plans are going, because I know they won't be invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with the guilt, I'm still committed to having the small wedding that's right for us. And in the meantime, I'll be watching for more of &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/04/17/taking-our-wedding-into-our-own-hands/"&gt;Miss Mary Jane's&lt;/a&gt; posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-1466814989292848833?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/1466814989292848833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/guestlist-guilt.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/1466814989292848833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/1466814989292848833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/guestlist-guilt.html' title='Guestlist Guilt'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-2764589396868160136</id><published>2009-04-16T11:39:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:23:44.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who? Wed? Where?</title><content type='html'>Even before we were engaged, The Backyard Groom and I had talked about having a small wedding. We'd been to plenty of weddings where the bride and groom are so busy making small talk with their third-grade teachers and second cousins that they miss out on more meaningful interaction with their closest friends and family, not to mention each other. Also, we're both kind of shy except around people we know really well, and who wants to deal with social anxiety on their wedding day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to come up with a list of the people who our wedding simply wouldn't feel complete without. The list came to a grand total of 15. We also planned on paying for the wedding ourselves so budget was a big concern. With a small guest list and an even smaller budget, a destination wedding seemed like a good choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple years ago, we'd taken a trip to Ireland and fallen in love with the castles and landscapes. The idea of getting married there felt irresistably romantic. Just look at these photos that The Backyard Groom took during our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SeeG20fbdOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gfguG0WpKR0/s1600-h/ireland1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325373360750425314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SeeG20fbdOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gfguG0WpKR0/s400/ireland1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SeeGyIfybtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9CO1Qvgh2KA/s1600-h/ireland2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325373280221294290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SeeGyIfybtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9CO1Qvgh2KA/s400/ireland2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first one is Ross Castle in Killarney National Park, Co. Killarney, and the second is the small town of Cobh in Co. Cork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started researching small venues and hotels and came across this truly unbelievable church in Co. Cork called Gougane Barra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SeeGqfdITBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/c5RonP2iFD8/s1600-h/gouganebarra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325373148945206290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SeeGqfdITBI/AAAAAAAAAAc/c5RonP2iFD8/s400/gouganebarra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.cork-guide.ie/gouganebarra/gouganebarra.html"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seriously. It seems impossible to me that a place like that exists. It's too gorgeous. Unfortunately, you have to be a practicing Catholic to wed there, and although we were both raised Catholic, we've lapsed a bit in the church-going department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept looking for other venues and places to stay, but when I started to factor in the cost of airfare on top of everything else, I snapped out of it and realized it was too much to ask our families and friends to travel that far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started talking about stateside locations, and of course, the one that immediately sprung to mind was lovely Las Vegas. (Again photo courtesy The Backyard Groom from a past trip there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SeeGKMRZI9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/tjh_c1HTdzE/s1600-h/vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325372594039890898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SeeGKMRZI9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/tjh_c1HTdzE/s400/vegas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got lots of love for Las Vegas. I've been there many times, and it's always been a blast. I think you could pull off an amazing Vegas wedding with the right amount of fundage. But without it? Well, everything I looked at that was wallet-friendly felt sort of impersonal and generic. We both also worried how our older family members would like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked online for alternative destination wedding ideas, I came across the totally inspiring &lt;a href="http://2000dollarwedding.com/"&gt;2000 Dollar Wedding blog&lt;/a&gt;. Not only was it a budget I could get behind, but I loved what the blogger had to say about having &lt;a href="http://2000dollarwedding.com/2008/08/starting-with-end-in-mind.html"&gt;goals&lt;/a&gt; for the ceremony. Particularly No. 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"We will have real time to spend with guests. We want to be able to spend quality time with our friends and family. We don’t want to follow the traditional pattern of a few wedding “events” where the bride and groom only have time for a “meet and greet”: rehearsal dinner, reception, brunch the following morning. We want more of a family &amp;amp; friends reunion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A family and friends reunion was EXACTLY what I wanted our wedding to feel like. A few days later, it felt a little like serendipity when we paid a visit to The Backyard Groom's mom and her recently landscaped backyard. Suddenly I could see our entire wedding in my head, all within the confines of her beautiful backyard. I filled The Backyard Groom in, he loved the idea and our easy, breezy wedding plans began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-2764589396868160136?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/2764589396868160136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-wed-where.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/2764589396868160136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/2764589396868160136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-wed-where.html' title='Who? Wed? Where?'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZgUPADJ-Q_k/SeeG20fbdOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/gfguG0WpKR0/s72-c/ireland1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248666494916903591.post-4442364430003589229</id><published>2009-04-15T09:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:56:00.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy!</title><content type='html'>When The Backyard Groom proposed two months ago, the first thoughts that went through my head pretty much went along these lines: FINALLY! *swoon* I get to spend the rest of my life with HIM! Officially! *bigger swoon* Must call Mom. Ooh! Now I can buy wedding magazines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a lifelong magazine junkie, I couldn't wait to get my grubby little (now diamond-adorned) hands on &lt;em&gt;Martha Stewart Weddings&lt;/em&gt;. And &lt;em&gt;Real Simple Weddings&lt;/em&gt;. And &lt;em&gt;InStyle Weddings&lt;/em&gt;. And &lt;em&gt;The Knot&lt;/em&gt;. Unfortunately, we were out of the country when said proposal occurred, and I couldn't find wedding magazines in any of the bookshops. One of my first stops when we arrived back home was the overwhelming newsstand at a chain bookstore, where I quickly stocked up on as many thick volumes as I could carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny thing happened when I plopped down on the couch to pore over those pages. I realized I didn't want a magazine wedding. I didn't want to spend an entire paycheck on a cake or centerpieces. I wanted us to start our life as husband and wife without the looming spectre of debt. I didn't want it all to be about Me!Me!Me!. I wanted it to be about us. And nothing that I saw in those wedding magazines felt like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew other girls had to feel the same way, and luckily, I found the stories of many amazing ladies online through their blogs and communities (special shout out to Weddingbee!), all of whom are more dedicated to making their weddings an expression of their love than a recreation of a page from a magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lurking on and stalking those sites and blogs, I finally decided to hop on the bandwagon and start my own. I'll talk about how I became The Backyard Bride and how I'm planning an intimate wedding on a budget less than the price of my dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248666494916903591-4442364430003589229?l=thebackyardbride.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/feeds/4442364430003589229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/howdy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/4442364430003589229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248666494916903591/posts/default/4442364430003589229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebackyardbride.blogspot.com/2009/04/howdy.html' title='Howdy!'/><author><name>The Backyard Bride</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10043415045095720643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
