Archive for July, 2009

July 30, 2009

The first official wedding picture

I’m choked up every time I look at this. It was taken just after the ceremony, on the roof of our venue. I LOVE my photographers, Yvonne Wong and her husband, David (hey, I’ve got one of those now too!).

Okay, back to honeymoonland.

July 27, 2009

Done and done.

We’re in the airport on our way to Awesomeland, but I wanted to share the last photo taken of Single Wiggs. This is right before I started Cryfest: 2009…all the way down the aisle and through the whole ceremony. Sweet.


My dad had his cell phone and took pictures through the whole ceremony, in case you’re wondering where this came from.

July 20, 2009

And the weiner is…

People, I’m excited to announce that my lovely friend Whitney won the contest. Holy hell. And before you get all up in arms, she’s never met any of these ladies. Also, she only got 3 correct, so apparently that was a hard little game. Here are the correct answers:

A. (Joelle) 5

B. (Aubrey) 4

C. (Lindsey) 6

D. (Molly) 1

E. (Lucy) 3

F. (Melissa) 2

Not surprisingly, you guys got Melissa’s shoes correct more than any others. I mean, those just have her name written all over them. Here are the gals matched up with their shoes:


Alas, friends, this might be the last time you hear from me as an unmarried woman. I’m totally and completely impressed with blogging brides who are able to keep up their posts in the days before (and sometimes on the day of) their weddings…but I’m not one of ’em. Nope, not this little Wiggs.

So, in case I don’t write at you (I was going to say “talk to you” but that’s not what this is, now is it?) before the death of my Miss title, I’ll just go ahead and get all gushy on you: this blog has saved my fanny over the past 6 months. When I started writing it, I was a sad little lady in Chicago, carrying around a nice warm coat of flab and trying to figure out what to do with her life. I’ve had some HUGE things happen to me since then, and I don’t kid myself about the serious impact you, my readers, had in many of those developments. Thank you. Thanks also for sticking with me in the past couple of weeks as I’ve gone into blog-hibernation. You people are amazing.

And…uh…see you on the other side? Hopefully getting married doesn’t make you forget how to speak English or anything…I’ll let you know.

July 16, 2009

A contest, because giving you shizz will make you forgive me

…well, it would make ME forgive someone, anyway. My love is always for sale. So, holy eff, I’m 9 days away from getting hitched. Crazy. Here’s the thing: I don’t feel weird about the idea BEING married, or about the fact that Dave will be stuck with me for all of eternity, but I’m starting to get pukingly nervous about the actual wedding. And knowing me, those pukey nerves will turn into purple-faced, choking, retching tears as I’m trying to say my vows in front of about 200 people. Awesome.

Also I messed with my face and I have a giant zit, so there’s that.

Anyway, I digress. This post isn’t about my nerves, or my inability to leave my pores alone. It’s about shoes. (Sorry to the two men who read this blog, I know there’s been an overwhelming amount of girliness recently.)

And it’s a contest. Here’s how it works: Match the bridesmaid to the shoe. Simple. Whoever gets the most right (or whoever gets it all right first) wins. Bridesmaids, sorry, but you can’t play. The winner will receive a $25 e-gift card to, as well as my respect for sticking with my blog even when I, ahem, didn’t. The good news is that unlike prizes I have to send in the mail, you’ll receive this one just as soon as a winner is drawn – BOOYA. So without further ado, the options:


Obviously the text boxes got a little screwed up here...for the sake of the contest, the last shoe picture is #6. I wish I had Photoshop.

I wouldn’t leave you high and dry, though. Here’s a description of each maid (which you might recognize from an earlier post about their dresses).

July 15, 2009

Sorry sorry SORRY!

Hi peeps,

I’m 10 days from my wedding, have a book proposal due, and will be moving back to Chicago the day after my honeymoon so … yeah. That equals one little overloaded, stressed-out Wiggs. Forgive my silence; I have some posts that I’d like to do pre-wedding, and things will be all back to normal in the next three weeks or so. Cross my heart!

In the meantime, why not check out some of the blogs I read? Links are to the left.

July 7, 2009

Last week, Kyle quit the band

…just kidding, I was trying to think of the most obscure quote I knew with the word “band” in it. Props to you if you recognized it (and there’s at least one reader out there who I’m counting on).

Anyway, why “band,” you ask? Because today I picked up Dave’s and my wedding bands! BOOYA! We also got our marriage license this morning, but I neglected to take any pictures because Dave and I were having a “HOLY CRAP WE’RE GETTING MARRIED IN 18 DAYS” moment. It was awesome.

So about the rings. I know that lots of women get bands specially made to fit around their engagement rings. Typically the wedding band will look something like this so that there doesn’t appear to be a gap between it and the engagement ring:

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…but I didn’t really want to go that route, because my engagement ring is very simple and I tend to take it off a lot. I wanted a band that would look normal on its own, sans giant rock perched above it. Anyway, enough blathering – you probably just want to see the ring (or maybe not; it’s hard when you’re an almost-bride to remember that most people aren’t as jazzed about this stuff as you are).

July 6, 2009

America: EFF Yeah!

People, that was a grrrrreat weekend. What did you get up to? We spent a goodly portion of the holiday at my parents’ house, enjoying the water and sunshine. Dave’s younger bro was here for his very first American Fourth of July celebration, so obviously we had to make sure the weekend was epic. I also got about two workouts in (more on that after I show you a butt-ton of photos).

Here are Dave and his bro-ski getting ready for Airheading. You’ll see what I mean in a second.

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Gotta put wet suits on to go in the Puget Sound, otherwise you’ll get hypothermia in 20 minutes. True story.

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July 2, 2009

Bridal shower: Part Deux

After the smashing success of my surprise bridal shower in Vancouver, I couldn’t friggin’ wait for the one my mom and her friend Sheila were throwing for me. It was incredible – I laughed, I cried, I humiliated myself…well, you can just take a look at the pictures and you’ll see what I mean.

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(there was a creepy baby doll theme, I guess)

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Can we talk about the food? Yeah. Let’s talk about the food. It was so good that I had to pause my present-opening frenzie and make everyone watch me eat. The shower was a tea party, so the menu was all delicious finger food.

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There I am, being rude. Look at Lindsey rolling her eyes behind me. But you can tell from the determined look on my face that nothing was gonna stop me from chowing down on that little sandwich. Not even social graces.

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It was especially fun to hang out with my mom’s fabulous friends. If I’m even half as classy as those ladies when I grow up, I’ll be a total success.

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Check out Molly’s awesome ribbon bouquet-making skills. She was also quite adept at designing wrapping paper wedding gowns, as it turned out:

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Yep. That’s got AWESOME written all over it.

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That’s Sheila, the co-host of the shower, issuing directives.

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You see the overwhelmed smile? I think this was right around the time I realized that my wedding was less than a month away.

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Dave’s mom and aunt also came for the shower, which was so wonderful of them. His aunt wrapped a beautiful pair of salad tongs in an arrow shooting through a heart. My mother immediately turned it into something inappropriate. Oh well, Dave’s family should get used to the raunchy Wiggs women now. We only get bawdier as we get to know you better.

Now, a quick word on bridal showers. I felt suuuper uncomfortable sitting in the middle of a room, being watched as I opened gifts. It’s a little weird, right? But at both the shower in Vancouver and the most recent one at my parents’ house, the women around me tended to be chatting in groups of twos and threes for most of the present-opening. It was perfect, because I was able to have a meaningful interaction with each gift-giver as I opened her package, but I didn’t have to feel like I was giving a speech. My suggestion for you, if you ever host a shower, is to encourage that kind of atmosphere. For the bride’s sake. But then feel free to dress her up like a doll, since, after all, she DOES kind of deserve it.

What are your thoughts on bridal showers? I know they’re not for everyone…well, I assume they’re not. But I can’t imagine who wouldn’t want one. I mean, come on. Right?

July 1, 2009

Vendor spotlight: My (to DIE for) videographer

A family member told Dave and me that her only wedding regret was not having a videographer there to record the ceremony and the speeches at the reception. I’m so crazy about documenting special moments that Dave even set up a video camera in the room where he surprised me with his proposal. So OBVIOUSLY I had to find the best. Videographer. Of. All. Time.

Mitch of Cabfare Productions here in Seattle is a true artist – he weaves each couple’s wedding video into a documentary, the plot of which is defined by an interview he does with the pair. Most couples get interviewed after the wedding, but since Dave and I will be heading back to Chicago we’re going to do it ahead of time. To see examples of his work, make sure you go to “Weddings & Interview Films” – Rob & Polly and Sara & Allen are my faves.

Also, people, he does Super 8 AND high-definition video. In case you’re not getting married in three weeks and thus don’t know what Super 8 is, it’s the grainy, cool-looking film that the videos above switch in and out of. (I always tell people to think of the opening credits from The Wonder Years.)

What’s most important about Mitch, though, is that he’s just a fantastic guy – and I won’t mind spending a goodly chunk of my wedding day with him nearby. When you’re choosing your photographer and videographer, you have to remember that they’ll be hanging around you during all of the most special moments – so you’ve gotta click. And it’s a plus if their work speaks to you. This made me cry just now, right here in the tea shop where I’m working.

Mitch approaches his work with an artist’s eye, and you can see the love that goes into his films when you watch them. In fact, I’ll stop blathering about him and just let you go drool over his website and blog.

Did you marrieds use a videographer? If you’re not married, do you think this would be a priority for you? Because it should be. (Just KIDDING…sort of)

July 1, 2009

10 Reasons I love Canadians: From “Eh” to “Zed”

[In honor of Canada Day today, I’m re-posting an oldie but a goodie. I imagine that as soon as Dave and I are pronounced husband and wife I’ll magically become more polite and start saying “Hey?” instead of “You know?I’ve added an extra reason for loving Canadians that has come to my attention recently, as well.]

You may or may not know that I am marrying a Canadian. That’s right – in five months’ time three weeks, I’ll be a Canuck by marriage. Now, many of us Yanks like to make fun of our little sister to the north, but I gotta say: since getting to know the maple-lovers, I’m kind of smitten. (Random: Look at this kid on Yahoo trying to “understand” Canadians. See, Americans are trying. We’re just ignorant about the ways of your people.)

So get in the line-up, grab a nice cold glass of homo milk, count your loonies, put on your touque, and don’t be a hoser. Canadians are totally sweet. Here are the 10 reasons I love ’em.

Reason 1: Their Foreign Minister probably got jiggy with our Secretary of State. I say “probably” but I actually believe it. I mean, if the NY Times covered it…then it has to be true. Anyway, I don’t blame Condi. Canadians are hot and extremely polite, if I do say so myself.

You could cut the sexual tension with a knife!
You could cut the sexual tension with a knife!

Reason 2: Trebek.

I’ll take “Sexy Moustaches” for four-hundred, Alex.