<?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-6879435429366361094</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:47:17.912-05:00</updated><category term='Mr. Pineapple'/><category term='pro pics'/><category term='Wedding Jewelry'/><category term='DIY'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Shop'/><category term='Wedding Stationary'/><category term='Weddingbee'/><category term='Graphic Design'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Wedding Inspiration'/><category term='Wedding Cake'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Typography'/><category term='Vintage'/><category term='Blogs'/><category term='Wedding Attire'/><category term='Wedding Decorations'/><category term='Motion Graphics'/><category term='Packaging'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Emily Creatives</title><subtitle type='html'>Emily is a Graphic Designer in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. This blog tracks her design inspiration as well as the planning of her October 2008 wedding.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>179</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-4469344150582638262</id><published>2009-08-17T20:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:24:54.049-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddingbee'/><title type='text'>Love Again: The Reception, Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/17/wedding-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/18/pittsburgh-rehearsal-dinner-venue/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/20/bridesmaids-gifts-6/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner Gifts, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/09/love-again-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/10/pittsburgh-wedding-3/"&gt; First Glance&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/11/love-again-portraits/"&gt;Portraits&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/12/love-again-loved-always/"&gt;Loved Always&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/13/love-again-pre-ceremony/#more-86674"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/04/28/love-again-i-thee-wed/"&gt;I Thee Wed&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/05/01/love-again-post-ceremony-hugs/"&gt;Post-Ceremony Hugs&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/05/07/love-again-cocktail-hour/"&gt; Cocktail Hour&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/08/17/love-again-the-reception-part-1/#comments"&gt; The Reception - part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner it was time to dance and eat candy! What could be better than that, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candy buffet is definitely my favorite wedding trend. It is the single most talked about detail from our wedding, to this day. Plus, it made for some great memories! (And interesting cocktails, later on in the evening a table of friends were drinking champagne flavored and dyed with rock candy, delicious... or something.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Pineapple was worried that people would eat the candy necklaces off one another and it would turn into a fraternity mixer. I mean really, doesn't he know I come from a classy family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SohVfbbVWaI/AAAAAAAAAzU/cWlKfD5LWmU/s1600-h/0117_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SohVfbbVWaI/AAAAAAAAAzU/cWlKfD5LWmU/s400/0117_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370636554066024866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Pineapple and I know that sharing a candy necklace fulfills its one and only purpose. (If they were meant to be eaten solely by the wearer they would taste better and probably be wrapped in bacon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3SnDqTnI/AAAAAAAAAyM/3c_tjVrkbSM/s1600-h/0133_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3SnDqTnI/AAAAAAAAAyM/3c_tjVrkbSM/s400/0133_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370603348500827762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Groomsman Phil was in attendance to represent the Lollipop Guild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3gImHYJI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IFjv9LKcTUs/s1600-h/0660_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3gImHYJI/AAAAAAAAAzE/IFjv9LKcTUs/s400/0660_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370603580842008722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike was upset that no one was sharing with him so he took matters into his own hands... or rather teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3gmzd74I/AAAAAAAAAzM/3KnEDYngoSQ/s1600-h/081018_Ryan_Emily_53_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3gmzd74I/AAAAAAAAAzM/3KnEDYngoSQ/s400/081018_Ryan_Emily_53_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370603588951076738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mingwei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike did a wonderful job as emcee and DJ. Having a laptop and sound system set-up was definitely the right choice for our wedding. I don't really come from a family of dancers and the crowd was small to begin with so music wasn't at the top of our budget priority list. After the announcements and official wedding stuff was done, Mike was able to pretty much let the computer do the hard work, with a few adjustments when needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3UPMBNqI/AAAAAAAAAyc/wVxceQ3b2y4/s1600-h/0568_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3UPMBNqI/AAAAAAAAAyc/wVxceQ3b2y4/s400/0568_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370603376453170850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He even got some of the employees from the River's Club line dancing, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3S0R3-MI/AAAAAAAAAyU/oZS1v9Xx-bQ/s1600-h/0554_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3S0R3-MI/AAAAAAAAAyU/oZS1v9Xx-bQ/s400/0554_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370603352050104514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I spent a lot of the night exposing the nether regions of my wedding gown. Man, was that dress heavy! My hips hurt by the end of the night from so much weight pushing down on them. As you can see my wine colored crinoline was long gone. It was much too much fabric, I was too hot and too poofy to really dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3Sbe7Z6I/AAAAAAAAAyE/sGyhRBMbydo/s1600-h/0123_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3Sbe7Z6I/AAAAAAAAAyE/sGyhRBMbydo/s400/0123_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370603345393969058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of my favorite photos, my nana and aunt Laurie dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3f47_9LI/AAAAAAAAAy8/ts7olUzxbK4/s1600-h/0652_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3f47_9LI/AAAAAAAAAy8/ts7olUzxbK4/s400/0652_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370603576638829746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love this one of my mom and sister too. Krissy thinks she doesn't look like our mom, ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3fv8VMCI/AAAAAAAAAy0/9MfsbCq6CMg/s1600-h/0637_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3fv8VMCI/AAAAAAAAAy0/9MfsbCq6CMg/s400/0637_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370603574224302114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Pineapples-in-law, I am so lucky to be a part of their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3fM5LNZI/AAAAAAAAAys/NDgSPVpTWWM/s1600-h/0622_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sog3fM5LNZI/AAAAAAAAAys/NDgSPVpTWWM/s400/0622_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370603564815824274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was a tired, hot mess by the end of the night. I could have fallen asleep in Mr. Pineapple's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up a look back at the details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-4469344150582638262?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/4469344150582638262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=4469344150582638262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4469344150582638262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4469344150582638262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-again-reception-part-2.html' title='Love Again: The Reception, Part 2'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SohVfbbVWaI/AAAAAAAAAzU/cWlKfD5LWmU/s72-c/0117_lr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-4347847564748380575</id><published>2009-08-16T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T12:21:07.208-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddingbee'/><title type='text'>Love Again: The Reception, Part 1</title><content type='html'>I did something today that I have not done in a very long time. I continued writing my re-caps. It has been almost a year since Mr. Pineapple and I first married in a small cinder-block building in Clymer, PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I last posted several months ago cocktail hour was over and the party was just about to begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/17/wedding-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/18/pittsburgh-rehearsal-dinner-venue/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/20/bridesmaids-gifts-6/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner Gifts, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/09/love-again-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/10/pittsburgh-wedding-3/"&gt; First Glance&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/11/love-again-portraits/"&gt;Portraits&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/12/love-again-loved-always/"&gt;Loved Always&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/13/love-again-pre-ceremony/#more-86674"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/04/28/love-again-i-thee-wed/"&gt;I Thee Wed&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/05/01/love-again-post-ceremony-hugs/"&gt;Post-Ceremony Hugs&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/05/07/love-again-cocktail-hour/"&gt; Cocktail Hour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After the introduction of the parents, bridal party and Mr. Pineapple and I, began the speeches from Sister Pineapple, Krissy and the Best Man, Erik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sogl2t8c4PI/AAAAAAAAAwk/yudQg7oJiVw/s1600-h/0086_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sogl2t8c4PI/AAAAAAAAAwk/yudQg7oJiVw/s400/0086_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370584177615626482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik and Mr. P. were roommates throughout college and beyond. There were a few months when the three of us all lived together in a house with five cats. (In case you are wondering, five cats is way too many.) If there was anyone who could embarrass Mr. P. it was Erik. So, I have to admit I was a bit worried what Erik would have to say in his speech. In the end it was lovely and endearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sogl3-VAeDI/AAAAAAAAAw8/prg_GM8NpRk/s1600-h/0486_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sogl3-VAeDI/AAAAAAAAAw8/prg_GM8NpRk/s400/0486_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370584199193458738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I were almost always at odds growing up. We were both very much into the arts, attending the same magnet school. We had all of the same classes and same teachers, but thought we could not be more different. She went off to Carnegie Mellon's school of design for college and I almost immediately crossed it off my list of colleges. I thought I had spent enough time following in my sister's footsteps. Well, some how I find myself in a pool of orange-brown Jell-o, wrestling my sister, at a CMU frathouse a couple years later during the week of my freshman orientation. I won the match and things changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister talks about hour our relationship took a turn when I started taking her out to lunch on my meal plan. We learned that we were not so different after all, in fact, it was probably because we were so much alike that we butted heads so often growing up. Now we are both graphic designers (I still claim she followed in my footsteps on that one) and we talk everyday. My sister's speech was so sweet and it made me glad to be, as she phrased it, her twin born three years late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SoglpkSPp7I/AAAAAAAAAwc/3nVwktJhgVU/s1600-h/0083_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SoglpkSPp7I/AAAAAAAAAwc/3nVwktJhgVU/s400/0083_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370583951684380594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, it was time for free-J Mike to cue the first dance music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sogl3PeplUI/AAAAAAAAAws/onyT3qyoO1M/s1600-h/0097_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sogl3PeplUI/AAAAAAAAAws/onyT3qyoO1M/s400/0097_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370584186617435458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Pineapple and I had been dating for just a few months and we were at our regular spot (and rehearsal dinner location) Smokin' Joe's. Mr. P. disappeared few a few moments. When he returned Howie Day's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brace Yourself&lt;/span&gt; starting playing from the juke box and he whispered into my ear, "I want to play this song at out wedding." And so was chosen the song for our first dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SogmDsP11WI/AAAAAAAAAxU/WFotn-LQBd8/s1600-h/0506_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SogmDsP11WI/AAAAAAAAAxU/WFotn-LQBd8/s400/0506_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370584400498382178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SogmEA_NQmI/AAAAAAAAAxk/NuNU-9bsUck/s1600-h/081018_Ryan_Emily_63_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SogmEA_NQmI/AAAAAAAAAxk/NuNU-9bsUck/s400/081018_Ryan_Emily_63_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370584406065758818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mingwei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks before our wedding my parents were visiting from Florida. I had spent almost every waking hour painting and repainting our home. I was stuck on the wall along the staircase. I had peeled layers of wallpaper off the wall, paper that had been there for decades. It wasn't going so well. No matter what I tried I couldn't get all the little pieces off the plaster. So my Dad and I got to work hanging drywall. As we measured and drilled I asked him what song he would like for the father daughter dance. "Country. Anything but that woman, I don't like her." I guessed he was referring to Sugarland, "Yeah her, not her." So I picked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Little Girl&lt;/span&gt; by Tim Mcgraw, country, simple, sweet and not Sugarland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sogu5o7vemI/AAAAAAAAAx8/HtTlRVPdGWg/s1600-h/0527_edit_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sogu5o7vemI/AAAAAAAAAx8/HtTlRVPdGWg/s400/0527_edit_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370594123414731362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SogmF5I0P3I/AAAAAAAAAxs/dq3D-PjVKrE/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_59_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SogmF5I0P3I/AAAAAAAAAxs/dq3D-PjVKrE/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_59_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370584438318317426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mingwei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to cut our cake right after the dances and before dinner. This allowed for the rest of the night to just happen, uninterrupted. We cut the cake without too much trouble - after we got the knife into the layer. Did you know they sometimes put a layer of board on top of the layers for support? We didn't. Turns out you cannot really cut through the board...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sogl4NuwpiI/AAAAAAAAAxE/MBIwrEY_HtI/s1600-h/0502_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sogl4NuwpiI/AAAAAAAAAxE/MBIwrEY_HtI/s400/0502_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370584203328005666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, there was no cake smashing for us. Which really disappointed my normally shy father. So much so that he requested a do-over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SogmDF337OI/AAAAAAAAAxM/OS9YzECpjE4/s1600-h/0503_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SogmDF337OI/AAAAAAAAAxM/OS9YzECpjE4/s400/0503_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370584390197308642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorry Dad, that's not happening. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next it was time for dinner and merriment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-4347847564748380575?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/4347847564748380575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=4347847564748380575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4347847564748380575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4347847564748380575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-again-reception-part-1.html' title='Love Again: The Reception, Part 1'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sogl2t8c4PI/AAAAAAAAAwk/yudQg7oJiVw/s72-c/0086_lr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-2373286425883997982</id><published>2009-05-07T08:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:38:24.495-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddingbee'/><title type='text'>Love Again: Cocktail Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/17/wedding-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/18/pittsburgh-rehearsal-dinner-venue/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/20/bridesmaids-gifts-6/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner Gifts, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/09/love-again-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/10/pittsburgh-wedding-3/"&gt; First Glance&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/11/love-again-portraits/"&gt;Portraits&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/12/love-again-loved-always/"&gt;Loved Always&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/13/love-again-pre-ceremony/#more-86674"&gt;Pre-Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/04/28/love-again-i-thee-wed/"&gt;I Thee Wed&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/05/01/love-again-post-ceremony-hugs/"&gt;Post-Ceremony Hugs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLPEAR0QyI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Kehz4tVvwl4/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_36_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLPEAR0QyI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Kehz4tVvwl4/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_36_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333052576461243170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cocktail hour gave guests time to mingle and search the escort card trees for their seats. It also gave Mr. Pineapple and I the opportunity to sneak down stairs where hors d'ovres, drinks, and a few minutes alone were awaiting us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLPEbk3lGI/AAAAAAAAAwM/p0Gy_zEM30c/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_37_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLPEbk3lGI/AAAAAAAAAwM/p0Gy_zEM30c/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_37_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333052583788909666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLO8WlH1GI/AAAAAAAAAvc/D3yPl8m8wEE/s1600-h/0064_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLO8WlH1GI/AAAAAAAAAvc/D3yPl8m8wEE/s400/0064_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333052445008843874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this photo of my grandfather and Mr. Pineapple's dad because although Mr. P and I were not there I can imagine exactly what they were talking about. My grandfather, a man of epic stories, was probably telling FIL P. about the many weddings he attended, only briefly, to deliver the beautiful cakes my grandmother used to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLPEZ8xLSI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Q1p6SMiJ6cs/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_40LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLPEZ8xLSI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Q1p6SMiJ6cs/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_40LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333052583352282402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLO8rcuJaI/AAAAAAAAAvk/f_h43Eme5VM/s1600-h/0391LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLO8rcuJaI/AAAAAAAAAvk/f_h43Eme5VM/s400/0391LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333052450610750882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Pineapple played the role of videographer throughout the night. One of my favorite parts of the video was the cocktail hour. She went around to all of the guests and asked them who was the prettiest bridesmaid. Of course, since she was the one asking, everyone said "Oh, you Kristina!" Then she went up to Kim and Lindsay and said "I have been asking everyone who the prettiest bridesmaids were and everyone has said you two!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLO86AqziI/AAAAAAAAAv0/EM7bAM1NyEw/s1600-h/0398LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLO86AqziI/AAAAAAAAAv0/EM7bAM1NyEw/s400/0398LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333052454519623202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom Pineapple also got ahold of the video camera a couple times throughout the evening. Much of her video is of herself, holding the camera upside down and eating giant pixie sticks. She is an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLO8131ZQI/AAAAAAAAAv8/WCVeeFeqik0/s1600-h/0399_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLO8131ZQI/AAAAAAAAAv8/WCVeeFeqik0/s400/0399_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333052453408826626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Pineapple and I rejoined our guests with just enough time to say hello to everyone and hear the story of the prettiest bridesmaid before introductions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be visiting with guests after the ceremony or will you wait for the reception introductions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6879435429366361094-2373286425883997982?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/2373286425883997982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=2373286425883997982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2373286425883997982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2373286425883997982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-again-cocktail-hour.html' title='Love Again: Cocktail Hour'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SgLPEAR0QyI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Kehz4tVvwl4/s72-c/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_36_LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-3497116812762011041</id><published>2009-04-30T19:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:02:00.929-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddingbee'/><title type='text'>Love Again: Post Ceremony Hugs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/17/wedding-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/18/pittsburgh-rehearsal-dinner-venue/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/20/bridesmaids-gifts-6/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner Gifts, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/09/love-again-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/10/pittsburgh-wedding-3/"&gt; First Glance&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/11/love-again-portraits/"&gt;Portraits&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/12/love-again-loved-always/"&gt;Loved Always&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/13/love-again-pre-ceremony/#more-86674"&gt;Pre-Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/04/28/love-again-i-thee-wed/"&gt;I Thee Wed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowPENm-gI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Amnfk82T8oQ/s1600-h/0061_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowPENm-gI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Amnfk82T8oQ/s400/0061_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330626144333396482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just a few moments after the wonderfully giant hug given to me by my hubby we were swarmed by the rest of the bridal party and our parents. Let the hug-a-thon begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowOzpGrZI/AAAAAAAAAuk/aCJNcT7R35g/s1600-h/0058_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowOzpGrZI/AAAAAAAAAuk/aCJNcT7R35g/s400/0058_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330626139885317522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowPcRk2iI/AAAAAAAAAu8/WYlIvzwyTyQ/s1600-h/0374_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowPcRk2iI/AAAAAAAAAu8/WYlIvzwyTyQ/s400/0374_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330626150792485410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to bustle my gown. There were 11 ribbons to be tied, my sister and mother raced to see who could get the most tied first. While still not missing any. I am not convinced that 11 was overkill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowPfcZ8ZI/AAAAAAAAAvE/izSaKQDbAPs/s1600-h/0377_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowPfcZ8ZI/AAAAAAAAAvE/izSaKQDbAPs/s400/0377_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330626151643214226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's little fingers and working eyes won the race :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowO-jFf_I/AAAAAAAAAus/Olh76FUeRpA/s1600-h/0060_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowO-jFf_I/AAAAAAAAAus/Olh76FUeRpA/s400/0060_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330626142812864498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I was all tied up I took my gown for a spin (literally) just to make sure everything was tied down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowVeUPIzI/AAAAAAAAAvU/a6Yd-uW5fkM/s1600-h/0383_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowVeUPIzI/AAAAAAAAAvU/a6Yd-uW5fkM/s400/0383_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330626254419731250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowVQhuUCI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Jsw7FxtelEw/s1600-h/0381_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowVQhuUCI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Jsw7FxtelEw/s400/0381_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330626250718203938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was official, we were married again. This time we were able to do what we have hoped from the beginning, share our wedding with all those who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; loved us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be spending a few moments with loved ones after your ceremony? Or do you and your husband plan to be whisked away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6879435429366361094-3497116812762011041?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/3497116812762011041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=3497116812762011041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3497116812762011041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3497116812762011041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-again-post-ceremony-hugs.html' title='Love Again: Post Ceremony Hugs!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfowPENm-gI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Amnfk82T8oQ/s72-c/0061_LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-3658532618279635057</id><published>2009-04-28T07:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:29:32.932-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddingbee'/><title type='text'>Love Again: I Thee Wed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/17/wedding-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/18/pittsburgh-rehearsal-dinner-venue/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/20/bridesmaids-gifts-6/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner Gifts, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/09/love-again-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/10/pittsburgh-wedding-3/"&gt; First Glance&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/11/love-again-portraits/"&gt;Portraits&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/12/love-again-loved-always/"&gt;Loved Always,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/13/love-again-pre-ceremony/#more-86674"&gt;Pre-Ceremony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hello Hive! Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Mrs. Pineapple and I am a slacker bee. 2009 has been a pretty rough year in the Pineapple household - health, money, friends, family - you name it and it has gone wackadoodle. I am very excited to have some time carved out of my new crazy schedule to finish sharing our wedding with you, the best is still yet to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father has always been fairly reserved, but the moments leading up to him handing me off to Ryan he was absolutely beaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvRMRRI_I/AAAAAAAAAtk/TQGvV-kcET8/s1600-h/0041_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvRMRRI_I/AAAAAAAAAtk/TQGvV-kcET8/s400/0041_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710287670027250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the aisle toward Mr. Pineapple was an amazing few moments. Although we had a fairly small number of guests there was an incredible energy in the room. The bride is supposed to walk slowly and take her time getting to the groom, but I just wanted to break free from my father and run up to Mr. P and give him an epic hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvaklIbWI/AAAAAAAAAuM/thRZ-EBSWqU/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_43_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvaklIbWI/AAAAAAAAAuM/thRZ-EBSWqU/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_43_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710448814615906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvawzEqZI/AAAAAAAAAuU/6_oiGrHDF_U/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_45LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvawzEqZI/AAAAAAAAAuU/6_oiGrHDF_U/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_45LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710452094314898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, most of the photos of me from the ceremony are a little silly looking. I spent most of the time fighting back tears or a massive grin. It was amazing to hear the words that Mr. Pineapple had written for our ceremony. I wish I could marry him again, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvS_jzHEI/AAAAAAAAAt8/XYqJ8NYIyso/s1600-h/0050LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvS_jzHEI/AAAAAAAAAt8/XYqJ8NYIyso/s400/0050LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710318617828418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Pineapple and I held hands throughout the ceremony. I didn't want to let go of him. I wanted to be able to squeeze him and really be there in the moment with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvSbaUW3I/AAAAAAAAAts/4HIWLN6Uhjo/s1600-h/0043_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvSbaUW3I/AAAAAAAAAts/4HIWLN6Uhjo/s400/0043_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710308914387826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bridesmaid Kim and I have been friends since the fourth grade when we suffered through Ms. Greenhill's class together. Even when we were nine years old Kim had a voice much much bigger than her tiny little frame. I used to make her sing on the bus and I would tape record her. Her voice amazed me and I was her biggest fan. Kim is an amazing friend who I know will always be there for me and I am so lucky that she was able to sing to us on our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvSsSQOPI/AAAAAAAAAt0/V9oijLaE3ng/s1600-h/0048_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvSsSQOPI/AAAAAAAAAt0/V9oijLaE3ng/s400/0048_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710313443965170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was time to let got of Mr. Pineapple's hand and pull him close for the kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sfbva9okKDI/AAAAAAAAAuc/RiUIzFOcqOY/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_50LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sfbva9okKDI/AAAAAAAAAuc/RiUIzFOcqOY/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_50LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710455539902514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got back down the aisle and we were alone for just a couple moments, Mr. Pineapple picked me up and gave me a huge hug. This was one of the best moments of the entire night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvS6nA1II/AAAAAAAAAuE/WUwiff93YT4/s1600-h/0366LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvS6nA1II/AAAAAAAAAuE/WUwiff93YT4/s400/0366LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329710317289133186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What moment are you most looking forward to?&lt;br /&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/6879435429366361094-3658532618279635057?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/3658532618279635057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=3658532618279635057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3658532618279635057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3658532618279635057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-again-i-thee-wed.html' title='Love Again: I Thee Wed'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SfbvRMRRI_I/AAAAAAAAAtk/TQGvV-kcET8/s72-c/0041_LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-2773377862762523737</id><published>2009-03-12T18:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:31:53.415-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Love Again: Pre-Ceremony</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/17/wedding-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/18/pittsburgh-rehearsal-dinner-venue/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/20/bridesmaids-gifts-6/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner Gifts, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/09/love-again-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/10/pittsburgh-wedding-3/"&gt; First Glance&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/11/love-again-portraits/"&gt;Portraits&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/12/love-again-loved-always/"&gt;Loved Always&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3OiiFDWI/AAAAAAAAAsc/vQ5G0ywSOO0/s1600-h/0290_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3OiiFDWI/AAAAAAAAAsc/vQ5G0ywSOO0/s400/0290_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312056483410939234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning to the River's Club after our portrait session the boys headed to the Men's locker room and the bridesmaids and I went to powder our noses. I wanted to get upstairs and hide away before the guests arrived, so Emily, the wedding coordinator for the River's Club, took me through the coat closet and into the ballroom where the ceremony would be taking place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3ZFjP0LI/AAAAAAAAAss/RpPdJ59rG5w/s1600-h/0295_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3ZFjP0LI/AAAAAAAAAss/RpPdJ59rG5w/s400/0295_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312056664609771698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we did very little to decorate the ballroom. We were working with a limited budget and would only be in this room for under and hour, so any grand ideas I once had were scrapped. The decor wasn't stunning, but the carpet was new and there was some simple decorative art on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3NzS9cQI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ovi7jiYYx1Y/s1600-h/0034_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3NzS9cQI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ovi7jiYYx1Y/s400/0034_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312056470731059458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only things that we added were programs on each chair and the hand-painted aisle runner. (The runner was taped at the end to the floor, something I didn't take into consideration.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3Ou7znZI/AAAAAAAAAsk/bDwcF_Yk8oQ/s1600-h/0294_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3Ou7znZI/AAAAAAAAAsk/bDwcF_Yk8oQ/s400/0294_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312056486740073874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3OHHiZFI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ZSpnGqDV0HQ/s1600-h/0036_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3OHHiZFI/AAAAAAAAAsM/ZSpnGqDV0HQ/s400/0036_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312056476051858514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our ceremony and pre-ceremony music was performed by great friends of ours, Pete and John. Pete was also one of the groomsmen so there were moments when John played and sung solo. It worked out really well, with Pete just sitting and standing when needed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3dKM__JI/AAAAAAAAAtU/a4A0PGUJcpg/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_42_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3dKM__JI/AAAAAAAAAtU/a4A0PGUJcpg/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_42_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312056734578113682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did an amazing job and I love that so many of our friends were able to be a part of our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3aA7iO0I/AAAAAAAAAtM/N4IVUdIuWDw/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_38_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3aA7iO0I/AAAAAAAAAtM/N4IVUdIuWDw/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_38_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312056680549333826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while Pete and John were playing to an empty room I was hidden away on the other side of a temporary wall. My bridesmaids were in the locker room finishing their touch-ups and I have no idea where anyone else was. This was a very strange, but relaxing, time for me. It seemed like I was sitting alone for an endless amount of time. Every few minutes my mom, Emily or one of the photographers would peak there heads in to make sure I hadn't run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3ZvMgopI/AAAAAAAAAs8/FodfJdXlY2U/s1600-h/0303_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3ZvMgopI/AAAAAAAAAs8/FodfJdXlY2U/s400/0303_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312056675788694162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the times my mom came to keep me company. The only way I could think to sit down without wrinkling my gown was to sit backward. I am indeed a classy gal. At one point all three photographers and Emily came in with worried looks on their faces. I don't even really remember what the crisis was, something about having enough time to get photos of the important moments before our contracted eight hours were up. I just kind of giggled and said to put the events in whatever order was necessary. I couldn't imagine actually caring at that point. (It turned out not to be an issue at all and the photographers left well after the cake cutting and such.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3Z33zUFI/AAAAAAAAAtE/utpUC4fV0yU/s1600-h/0313_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3Z33zUFI/AAAAAAAAAtE/utpUC4fV0yU/s400/0313_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312056678117757010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite parts about having all of these photos is seeing how genuinely happy everyone was. I was over the moon to have this time to share with our loved ones, but it is wonderful to see how over the moon happy others were too, like Krissy and Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3OX98zNI/AAAAAAAAAsU/CHa7dDdQb0A/s1600-h/0038_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3OX98zNI/AAAAAAAAAsU/CHa7dDdQb0A/s400/0038_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312056480575048914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my best friends, sister and father joined me. We lined up to get ready for our walk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-2773377862762523737?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/2773377862762523737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=2773377862762523737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2773377862762523737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2773377862762523737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-again-pre-ceremony_12.html' title='Love Again: Pre-Ceremony'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg3OiiFDWI/AAAAAAAAAsc/vQ5G0ywSOO0/s72-c/0290_LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-6269336347829373734</id><published>2009-03-11T18:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:29:40.072-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Love Again: Loved Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/17/wedding-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/18/pittsburgh-rehearsal-dinner-venue/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/20/bridesmaids-gifts-6/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner Gifts&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/09/love-again-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/10/pittsburgh-wedding-3/"&gt; First Glance&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/11/love-again-portraits/"&gt;Portraits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg6mb81VjI/AAAAAAAAAtc/TJ2ywgseGBg/s1600-h/100_0963_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg6mb81VjI/AAAAAAAAAtc/TJ2ywgseGBg/s400/100_0963_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312060192495851058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I began my recaps for Weddingbee Mr. Pineapple asked me if I would be able to mention his mom, even though she would not be in any of the photographs. I have never explained our reason for getting married early to the hive, it just never seemed like the right time. Well, now is as good as any, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Pineapple's mom was very sick last September so Mr. P and I decided to get married early, just in case she was not going to be able to make it to our October wedding. We wanted, more than anything, to be able to share our wedding day with our parents. So, the wedding in a week took place. My father flew to Pennsylvania from Florida where he joined my mother who had been staying with Mr. P and I. The day after Mr. Pineapple's mom was released from the hospital, she and Mr. P's step-dad were able to see us marry. Just last week Mr. Pineapple's mom passed away after fighting cancer with strength and courage for nine years. The services were attended by over 600 people and an amazing tribute to her life. She will always be loved and dearly missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-6269336347829373734?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/6269336347829373734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=6269336347829373734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6269336347829373734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6269336347829373734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-again-loved-always.html' title='Love Again: Loved Always'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbg6mb81VjI/AAAAAAAAAtc/TJ2ywgseGBg/s72-c/100_0963_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-1096616588255238841</id><published>2009-03-10T19:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:31:12.267-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddingbee'/><title type='text'>Love Again: Portraits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/17/wedding-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/18/pittsburgh-rehearsal-dinner-venue/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/20/bridesmaids-gifts-6/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner Gifts, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/09/love-again-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/10/pittsburgh-wedding-3/"&gt; First Glance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxdMq91VI/AAAAAAAAArs/5uevLvnUMA4/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_30_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxdMq91VI/AAAAAAAAArs/5uevLvnUMA4/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_30_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311698294450017618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This post could be alternately titled "The Pineapples Publicly Display Affection." Mellon Park is a popular spot for skateboarding teens and pooping pigeons. Luckily, I think we managed to scare off both. We did have a small audience of on-lookers, one of whom said to her husband "Look at those beautiful flowers!" She must have been wondering how we managed to get peonies in October. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbbxc3LQJMI/AAAAAAAAArM/Nhfwp3FzC5U/s1600-h/0190_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbbxc3LQJMI/AAAAAAAAArM/Nhfwp3FzC5U/s400/0190_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311698288679855298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little bit of proof that your bridesmaids don't have to wear the same thing to look stunning. I purchased the shawls at H&amp;amp;M for $9 a piece, which was a pretty sweet deal. I chose the colors based on what I thought each girl would like the most. I had pretty much thrown the "wedding colors" concept out then window by that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxdDOsqKI/AAAAAAAAArk/VS2R-ko9nKE/s1600-h/0255_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxdDOsqKI/AAAAAAAAArk/VS2R-ko9nKE/s400/0255_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311698291915532450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here at the boys all wearing different gray suits and ties we gave to them that sort-of matched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbb1dilDyKI/AAAAAAAAAr8/9QBTxzd-N38/s1600-h/0269_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbb1dilDyKI/AAAAAAAAAr8/9QBTxzd-N38/s400/0269_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311702698377332898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the groomsmen have jobs that already required suits except for one, Mike (aka our free-j). Luckily, since he is an actor he was able to rent his suit from a costume shop. Talk about using your resources wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxcyvD8vI/AAAAAAAAArc/hPGREq2ampE/s1600-h/0247_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxcyvD8vI/AAAAAAAAArc/hPGREq2ampE/s400/0247_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311698287487873778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what the concrete stage thing we are standing on was originally intended for, but it was a great spot for our photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxOoMgF9I/AAAAAAAAAqk/kRcKJWj-T3U/s1600-h/0016_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxOoMgF9I/AAAAAAAAAqk/kRcKJWj-T3U/s400/0016_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311698044140394450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you noticed how we are on the verge of laughter in many of the photos? Well, Mr. Pineapple kept burping and blowing in my face. Awe, memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxOwhjnyI/AAAAAAAAAq0/217903KStG0/s1600-h/0023_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxOwhjnyI/AAAAAAAAAq0/217903KStG0/s400/0023_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311698046376189730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite photos from the day. I'm not normally a fan of the tilt/wacky angle, but this one is an exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbbxc9S2v3I/AAAAAAAAArU/VLxNW0_H7BI/s1600-h/0227_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Sbbxc9S2v3I/AAAAAAAAArU/VLxNW0_H7BI/s400/0227_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311698290322358130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxgsbNQJI/AAAAAAAAAr0/XH_aNqMMW4c/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_32_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxgsbNQJI/AAAAAAAAAr0/XH_aNqMMW4c/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_32_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311698354513461394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is that sun again! Wow, I really cannot wait for spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxPOMUumI/AAAAAAAAArE/86k1y1rhhSA/s1600-h/0029_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxPOMUumI/AAAAAAAAArE/86k1y1rhhSA/s400/0029_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311698054340196962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to head back to the River's Club, pluck some fall leaves out from my crinoline, reapply a little lipstick and get hitched (again)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you planning to have portraits taken at your ceremony site or somewhere else?&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&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/6879435429366361094-1096616588255238841?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/1096616588255238841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=1096616588255238841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/1096616588255238841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/1096616588255238841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-again-portraits.html' title='Love Again: Portraits'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbbxdMq91VI/AAAAAAAAArs/5uevLvnUMA4/s72-c/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_30_LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-4547232563718581114</id><published>2009-03-09T19:29:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:03:25.176-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddingbee'/><title type='text'>Love Again: First Glance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/17/wedding-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/18/pittsburgh-rehearsal-dinner-venue/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/20/bridesmaids-gifts-6/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner Gifts, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2009/03/09/love-again-getting-ready/"&gt;Getting Ready&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr. Pineapple and I decided to go ahead and do as many formal portraits as we could before the ceremony. Seeing each other before the wedding ended up not being a big deal anyway since we were already married. Any jinxing that was to be done had been at the &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/09/22/you-do-sweet-me-too/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Clymer&lt;/span&gt; magistrate&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWo6ASbGMI/AAAAAAAAApE/YYAyVIYzt5Q/s1600-h/0003_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWo6ASbGMI/AAAAAAAAApE/YYAyVIYzt5Q/s400/0003_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337050016520386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pittsburgh is known for its cold and cloudy days. Why it was 55 and sunny on an October day is beyond me, but I was thrilled. In fact, if it were any warmer the thousand layers of pouf may have made me melt. The boys waited at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Omni&lt;/span&gt; while we headed to Mellon Square Park. It was the perfect location for us: right behind the hotel, three blocks from the River's Club, surrounded by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cityness&lt;/span&gt; but still with plenty of fall foliage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpQy9dC-I/AAAAAAAAAqE/OSO_vqQiBpg/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_23_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpQy9dC-I/AAAAAAAAAqE/OSO_vqQiBpg/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_23_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337441575898082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mingwei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last look in the mirror for Mr. Pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpQXjMhjI/AAAAAAAAAp0/1-toE9IPU3U/s1600-h/0184_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpQXjMhjI/AAAAAAAAAp0/1-toE9IPU3U/s400/0184_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337434218006066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to do our best Abby Road impression. Lucky for us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pittsburghers&lt;/span&gt; don't go downtown unless they are on their way to work or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Stillers&lt;/span&gt;™ game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpQ0ZwvvI/AAAAAAAAAqM/UgVx8nQDFOw/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_24_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpQ0ZwvvI/AAAAAAAAAqM/UgVx8nQDFOw/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_24_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337441963065074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mingwei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love this photo of Mr. Pineapple. He looks like a nervous groom about to wed! (Well, except that here he is already sporting his band.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWo6p3hXnI/AAAAAAAAApU/sbg_ENZyE8E/s1600-h/0008_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWo6p3hXnI/AAAAAAAAApU/sbg_ENZyE8E/s400/0008_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337061177974386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for Mr. P and I to get all first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;glancey&lt;/span&gt; and such. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt; we were already wed, it was wonderful to see him for the first time in this way. He was finally able to see the dress that made me cry and I got to see him with a smile almost as big as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpQgGFL9I/AAAAAAAAAp8/3QiO332-evk/s1600-h/0203_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpQgGFL9I/AAAAAAAAAp8/3QiO332-evk/s400/0203_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337436511809490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWo6UccPaI/AAAAAAAAApM/FnKgd2tW8zo/s1600-h/0007_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWo6UccPaI/AAAAAAAAApM/FnKgd2tW8zo/s400/0007_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337055427247522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason these crazy girls in dresses were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hollering&lt;/span&gt; at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpVrJFEwI/AAAAAAAAAqU/FjGHe42VbkY/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_27_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpVrJFEwI/AAAAAAAAAqU/FjGHe42VbkY/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_27_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337525376520962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mingwei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWo6746aFI/AAAAAAAAApk/70rk-XYQAgE/s1600-h/0011_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWo6746aFI/AAAAAAAAApk/70rk-XYQAgE/s400/0011_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337066015647826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Next, it was time for Mr. Pineapple to inspect my duds. I seem to remember flashing people like this a lot on our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpQRlpgiI/AAAAAAAAAps/_9wmfXgQV0I/s1600-h/0012_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpQRlpgiI/AAAAAAAAAps/_9wmfXgQV0I/s400/0012_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337432617681442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when Mr. P teased me about my "tiara." The only things he knows about bridal fashion he learned while watching me watch the wedding episode of Glamor Magazine's don't list. They said no tiaras, whatever mine was cute. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpV0H_puI/AAAAAAAAAqc/n9qM3a1Wf9s/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_28_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWpV0H_puI/AAAAAAAAAqc/n9qM3a1Wf9s/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_28_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337527787890402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mingwei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWo61SZUrI/AAAAAAAAApc/LxzfWqZlH1I/s1600-h/0010_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWo61SZUrI/AAAAAAAAApc/LxzfWqZlH1I/s400/0010_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311337064243483314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Mervis&lt;/span&gt; Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One last kiss before portrait time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you doing a first glance?&lt;br /&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/6879435429366361094-4547232563718581114?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/4547232563718581114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=4547232563718581114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4547232563718581114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4547232563718581114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-again-first-glance.html' title='Love Again: First Glance'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbWo6ASbGMI/AAAAAAAAApE/YYAyVIYzt5Q/s72-c/0003_LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-2872210310021230141</id><published>2009-03-08T16:32:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:26:52.854-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddingbee'/><title type='text'>Love Again: Getting Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love Again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/17/wedding-rehearsal/"&gt;The Rehearsal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/18/pittsburgh-rehearsal-dinner-venue/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/11/20/bridesmaids-gifts-6/"&gt;Rehearsal Dinner Gifts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great news, hive! Last week Mr. Pineapple and I received the DVD containing our full resolution files from Mary Mervis. Mingwei Tay, the student and aspiring wedding photographer, provided us with our images months ago, but I wanted to share everything with you at once. So, it begins with getting ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQsjptnwAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/e4uOVENs3Vg/s1600-h/0159_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQsjptnwAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/e4uOVENs3Vg/s400/0159_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310918851580903426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mr. P and I spent the night before our wedding in the Omni William Penn with some of our guests. Although it is traditional for the couple to spend the night apart I knew sleeping was going to be a challenge for me, especially without Mr. P by my side. I woke up at about 4am and that was it, I was awake for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs1L9qFNI/AAAAAAAAAoc/4ObCITaHa6k/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_03_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs1L9qFNI/AAAAAAAAAoc/4ObCITaHa6k/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_03_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310919152832746706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9am my mother, 4 bridesmaids and I met Mingwei at Philip Pelusi hair salon just a couple floors below our ceremony and reception site. I was a bit worried about getting my hair and make-up done so early especially since we still had a good deal of prep work to do upstairs. Jamie, the stylist, offered to create another appointment for me at noon to touch up my hair and do my make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs1Vqjw7I/AAAAAAAAAok/mBXycvEJ9yI/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_06_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs1Vqjw7I/AAAAAAAAAok/mBXycvEJ9yI/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_06_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310919155436995506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make any changes from my trial, soft curls and warm tones. I was really calm all morning until this point. Mary's photographers, Tammy and Marella, were meeting us at 1:30 to head over to the park where we were to meet the boys for a first glance and portraits. That meant an hour and a half to have my hair fixed, make-up done and get dressed. It was plenty of time in the end, but I was still for some reason nervous about the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQsjdD2isI/AAAAAAAAAns/lV2Tm6fChGs/s1600-h/0147_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQsjdD2isI/AAAAAAAAAns/lV2Tm6fChGs/s400/0147_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310918848184486594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not fond of the idea of actually getting dressed in front of the cameras or even my friends so I hopped into my dress and called for my mom to zip me up. This was the next and final stressful moment of the day. After my fitting issues I was really really worried the dress wouldn't zip. My poor mother... while she was trying to get me zipped I kept saying "Does it fit? Is it zipping? Are you sure? Is it squeezing my back fat?" Two second later I was zipped and ready to get married (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pearls that Christy is clipping around my neck were a gift from Dad Pineapple. They were perfect. Simple and definitely re-wearable. They completed my wedding jewelry, the only other pieces being pearl earrings Mr. P gave to me early on in our relationship and of course my rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQsjz_dzPI/AAAAAAAAAn8/TZeqtbN7qxw/s1600-h/0165_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQsjz_dzPI/AAAAAAAAAn8/TZeqtbN7qxw/s400/0165_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310918854340103410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of accesories, here is Bridesmaid Christy wearing the rose colored pearl earrings and necklace I made for my bridesmaids. My favorite part of the necklace was the copper rose clasp. I also gave each of the bridesmaids a wrap to wear since we had planned on taking photos outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQskXeR7tI/AAAAAAAAAoE/1GI15c6HJRI/s1600-h/0166_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQskXeR7tI/AAAAAAAAAoE/1GI15c6HJRI/s400/0166_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310918863864590034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Pineapple and MOH, Krissy, wore a wacky teal hair flower I made for her. It was kinda quirky, but so is she so it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs2CMlYjI/AAAAAAAAAos/MhNUmEeykNc/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_15_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs2CMlYjI/AAAAAAAAAos/MhNUmEeykNc/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_15_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310919167390868018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am showing off my crinoline and cowboy boots. I am so glad I decided to wear my boots the entire day. Not only was I completely comfortable and able to dance all night, but now the boots Mr. P bought my for my birthday a year earlier are even more special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs_2W3tCI/AAAAAAAAAo8/IErgicJ9DEk/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_17_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs_2W3tCI/AAAAAAAAAo8/IErgicJ9DEk/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_17_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310919336011478050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so relieved at this point to be ready and on time. Now I was able to relax and just be happy. After this point I didn't have any clue what time it was and I didn't care. I was definitely ready to see Mr. P again and squeeze him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs2R64ecI/AAAAAAAAAo0/SicUSZG6-pg/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_16_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs2R64ecI/AAAAAAAAAo0/SicUSZG6-pg/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Actual_16_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310919171611589058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei/"&gt;© Mingwei Tay Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a shot of the final clay bouquet made by Diane of &lt;a href="http://www.dkdesignshawaii.com/"&gt;DK Designs Hawaii&lt;/a&gt;. The bouquet is now sitting in one of the dishes from our candy buffet where I can admire it everyday, forever. Going with clay flowers was one of the best wedding choices Mr. Pineapple and I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs0m-sQ6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/JrC1svlHLfM/s1600-h/0178_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQs0m-sQ6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/JrC1svlHLfM/s400/0178_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310919142904972194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQskggfk5I/AAAAAAAAAoM/1bqUf-LLQjc/s1600-h/0177_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQskggfk5I/AAAAAAAAAoM/1bqUf-LLQjc/s400/0177_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310918866289791890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/index_noflash.php"&gt;© Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I knew it we were heading out of the River's Club to meet Mr. P and the other boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready was the most nerve racking part of my day, what was yours?&lt;br /&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/6879435429366361094-2872210310021230141?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/2872210310021230141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=2872210310021230141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2872210310021230141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2872210310021230141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-again-getting-ready.html' title='Love Again: Getting Ready'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SbQsjptnwAI/AAAAAAAAAn0/e4uOVENs3Vg/s72-c/0159_LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-2979575429947095216</id><published>2009-02-26T09:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T10:20:06.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon in My Hometown - Rural Pennsylvania</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you want to really honeymoon in my hometown you are welcome to pitch a tent by the lake on the farm where we live. However, you will be limited to eating what you can cook over a fire or traveling 15 miles to dine in at McDonalds. Clyde, Pa may not be an ideal honeymoon spot, but there are wonderful getaways outside of Pittsburgh in rural western Pennsylvania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SaasrCfVxHI/AAAAAAAAAnE/HVPia5sLS-I/s1600-h/50014942AllXfE_fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SaasrCfVxHI/AAAAAAAAAnE/HVPia5sLS-I/s400/50014942AllXfE_fs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307119066305381490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/1050014942028921654AllXfE"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of my favorite spots to spend the day or weekend is Ohiopyle State Park. There is something for every couple at Ohiopyle. Camping, whitewater rafting and hiking for the adventurous and resorts, tours and fine dining for those looking to be pampered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Saas_-mTHsI/AAAAAAAAAnM/0JhVJML4gtM/s1600-h/michele_pagnotta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Saas_-mTHsI/AAAAAAAAAnM/0JhVJML4gtM/s400/michele_pagnotta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307119426038079170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.carolinacanoeclub.com/gallery.html"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just outside the state park is Frank Lloyd Wright's famed Fallingwater. This home was designed and built for the Kaufmann family. After you take a tour of this stunning example of American arcitecture make sure to stop by the cafe. "Why?" you ask. "Do they have amazing food?" you wonder. I don't know, I've never eaten there, but I did design a large exhibit about fallingwater that is permanently installed in the cafe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SaauhMAmWeI/AAAAAAAAAnU/9cxWD9Icn8M/s1600-h/pa_neh_32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SaauhMAmWeI/AAAAAAAAAnU/9cxWD9Icn8M/s400/pa_neh_32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307121096085363170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://arthistory.about.com/od/educator_parent_resources/ig/picturing_america/pa_neh_32.htm"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to Stay:&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking to camp and truly have a honeymoon with just you and your honey, in Ohiopyle there are a vaierty of sites from very primitive to "modern" sites with electricity and restrooms/showers. You can find more information on booking a site on the &lt;a href="http://www.dcnr.state.pa.us/stateParks/parks/ohiopyle.aspx"&gt;Pennsylvania Statepark website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want somewhere to stay that has a bed and a roof here are a couple places near Ohiopyle and fallingwater:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.summitinnresort.com/index.php?id=1"&gt;The Summit Inn Resort&lt;/a&gt; has been housing guests since 1907. This is where my friends getting married in the barn at Fallingwater have reserved a block of rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our minimoon in Cleveland I have become a big fan of Bed and Breaskfasts. &lt;a href="http://www.stonehouseinn.com/"&gt;The Stonehouse Inn&lt;/a&gt; looks lovely and romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Saay1-SpGnI/AAAAAAAAAnc/hIwZrSG84YE/s1600-h/chatealafayette.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/Saay1-SpGnI/AAAAAAAAAnc/hIwZrSG84YE/s400/chatealafayette.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307125851226708594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://travelwithkids.about.com/od/familyresortspa/ig/Nemacolin-Woodlands/Chateau-LaFayette.htm"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you really want to be pampered you can check out &lt;a href="http://www.nemacolin.com/"&gt;Nemacolin Woodlands Resort&lt;/a&gt;. Nemacolin has a spa, golfing, skiing, fine dining, shopping and more. Really, you would never have to leave the resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you planning a rustic honeymoon?&lt;br /&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/6879435429366361094-2979575429947095216?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/2979575429947095216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=2979575429947095216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2979575429947095216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2979575429947095216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/02/honeymoon-in-my-hometown-rural.html' title='Honeymoon in My Hometown - Rural Pennsylvania'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SaasrCfVxHI/AAAAAAAAAnE/HVPia5sLS-I/s72-c/50014942AllXfE_fs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-7262855278821645711</id><published>2009-02-03T16:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:16:14.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Moved!</title><content type='html'>**chirp chirp**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Everyone! Long time, no see. I took a break from blogging about our wedding until, well until I had something else to blog about. We just received our proofs from our photographer so look for those appearing soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to say I have started another blog that focuses solely on my design and photography work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://emilyink.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.emilyink.wordpress.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-7262855278821645711?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/7262855278821645711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=7262855278821645711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/7262855278821645711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/7262855278821645711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-moved.html' title='I&apos;ve Moved!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-2782662681413443157</id><published>2008-12-01T14:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:04:53.875-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddingbee'/><title type='text'>An Evening with the Candy Corns</title><content type='html'>Last Monday Mr. Pineapple called me from work and said "Hey, do you want to go to Philly tomorrow?" Turns out, he had to go to Philly (4.5 hours away) for an hour and a half for work. Lucky for me I was able to tag along and Mr. and Mrs. Candy Corn were able to entertain me! They lived just a few minutes from the hotel where we were staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/STQkBrOXzoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/U4RtLmPhJVY/s1600-h/DSC07598_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/STQkBrOXzoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/U4RtLmPhJVY/s400/DSC07598_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274880674759167618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. and Mrs. CC picked me up from my hotel and we headed to Chili's. They were both just as cute, sweet and funny as you could imagine. Mrs. CC was the first bee I had ever met in real life. It seemed like I already knew everything about her just from Weddingbee. I knew her apartment was crazy colors, that she had a thousand pets, and that she was wonderfully wacky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we headed to our second chain restaurant of the evening, T.G.I. Friday's. (Um, does anyone know why the Friday is possessive?) Where we met Mr. P after his presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/STQkCIuPlWI/AAAAAAAAAdY/tI7Sf2EMZB0/s1600-h/DSC07600_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/STQkCIuPlWI/AAAAAAAAAdY/tI7Sf2EMZB0/s400/DSC07600_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274880682677474658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yay for the short hair and glasses crew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Candy Corns picked me up for dinner at 6:30 and we finally called it a night after midnight. Spending almost 6 hours with the Candy Corns definitely made the trip worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a bee blogger in real life?&lt;br /&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/6879435429366361094-2782662681413443157?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/2782662681413443157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=2782662681413443157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2782662681413443157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2782662681413443157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/12/evening-with-candy-corns.html' title='An Evening with the Candy Corns'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/STQkBrOXzoI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/U4RtLmPhJVY/s72-c/DSC07598_LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-6223138591083736026</id><published>2008-11-24T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:53:10.180-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><title type='text'>Mom Pineapple, She's a Crafty One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9Ox-MLKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/2KLpcd4PFfc/s1600-h/IMG_7135_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9Ox-MLKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/2KLpcd4PFfc/s400/IMG_7135_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272234375420587170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite gifts I got at my bridal shower was made by Mom Pineapple, a dress shopping scrapbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back before I was a bee, my folks and bridesmaids flew from all over the east coast to go dress shopping with me. I didn't want to plan the weekend before March because Pittsburgh winters can be messy. However, I didn't want to wait too long just in case the dress would take a while to arrive. So March it was. I was wrong about the weather being okay. Almost every flight was delayed and our neighborhood (home to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canton_Avenue"&gt;steepest streets in the world&lt;/a&gt;) was covered in ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9as0DcoI/AAAAAAAAAdE/QCDt-EldXzE/s1600-h/IMG_7146_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9as0DcoI/AAAAAAAAAdE/QCDt-EldXzE/s400/IMG_7146_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272234580194325122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we got everyone to the house and fed were we able to actually have some fun in the snow. Kim and Lindsay, from Florida, I am pretty confident enjoyed the snow the most. We built a snowman with stubby arms (thanks to Kim) and ears. Then my sister decided the snowman needed a heart and hair made from strawberry syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9RvK8BmI/AAAAAAAAAc8/m87MDdYpChg/s1600-h/IMG_7145_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9RvK8BmI/AAAAAAAAAc8/m87MDdYpChg/s400/IMG_7145_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272234426208355938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looked like he was impaled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9PsfOXSI/AAAAAAAAAck/S3rz_lJf-EA/s1600-h/IMG_7139_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9PsfOXSI/AAAAAAAAAck/S3rz_lJf-EA/s400/IMG_7139_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272234391128399138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then first thing Saturday morning we went David's Bridal, the only store we ended up visiting. After an hour and fifteen minutes I had my gown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9Q-9uDcI/AAAAAAAAAc0/bvN5zpSiVHs/s1600-h/IMG_7142_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9Q-9uDcI/AAAAAAAAAc0/bvN5zpSiVHs/s400/IMG_7142_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272234413268012482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9QGJRLbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/OQyI1hjnDOM/s1600-h/IMG_7141_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9QGJRLbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/OQyI1hjnDOM/s400/IMG_7141_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272234398015630770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having all of my best friends go shopping with me was a wonderful experience. It really meant a lot to me and now, thanks to my mom, I have a lovely book to remember the weekend by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were you able to bring your bridal party dress shopping with you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-6223138591083736026?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/6223138591083736026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=6223138591083736026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6223138591083736026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6223138591083736026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/11/mom-pineapple-shes-crafty-one.html' title='Mom Pineapple, She&apos;s a Crafty One'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSq9Ox-MLKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/2KLpcd4PFfc/s72-c/IMG_7135_LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-5590145874027437642</id><published>2008-11-21T14:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:29:37.600-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Shannon and Timmy's Wedding</title><content type='html'>On November 15th, I photographed the wedding of Shannon and Timmy. They were such a lovely couple, so sweet and so easy to work with. Congratulations Timmy and Shannon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put up some photos in a bit, in the mean time here is a sneak peak slide show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" 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=2309839&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=2309839&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" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/2309839"&gt;Timmy and Shannon Wedding&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user959972"&gt;Emily Rearick&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-5590145874027437642?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/5590145874027437642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=5590145874027437642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/5590145874027437642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/5590145874027437642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/11/shannon-and-timmys-wedding.html' title='Shannon and Timmy&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-4349871402208893494</id><published>2008-11-21T08:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:21:35.200-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Love Again: Rehearsal Dinner Gifts</title><content type='html'>At our rehearsal dinner, after a quick thank you and explanation of the RD location, Mr. Pineapple and I gave our bridal party small tokens of our appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVfz6XGEGI/AAAAAAAAAbc/1xs9ggePpgo/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_36LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVfz6XGEGI/AAAAAAAAAbc/1xs9ggePpgo/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_36LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270724284351123554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei"&gt;all photos copyright Mingwei Tay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVf0HB8rmI/AAAAAAAAAbk/lAnpxc7zNAM/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_38LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVf0HB8rmI/AAAAAAAAAbk/lAnpxc7zNAM/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_38LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270724287752089186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVf0cB2XFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/br-lsSGAja4/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_39LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVf0cB2XFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/br-lsSGAja4/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_39LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270724293388819538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVf0bkq6bI/AAAAAAAAAb0/v16egdQK_Ss/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_42LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVf0bkq6bI/AAAAAAAAAb0/v16egdQK_Ss/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_42LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270724293266434482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made the lovely ladies rose colored freshwater pearl necklaces and matching earrings. The clasps are my favorite part of the necklaces, copper roses. Everyone seemed to genuinely love them and even though it was up to them, all five wore their new jewelry the next day. (Apparently I am not cut out to be a jeweler because Sister Pineapple's necklace broke during the reception. I'll shelf that career along with cake decorator.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVgEDmrwvI/AAAAAAAAAb8/IY-rqsRMBPw/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_44LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVgEDmrwvI/AAAAAAAAAb8/IY-rqsRMBPw/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_44LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270724561710334706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also bought the girls each a wrap to wear the next day. We were planning on taking photos outside and mother nature was planning on 50 degrees. I choose 5 wraps in 5 different colors that I thought each girl would like the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVgEDPBg2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/tI4cj8kYhck/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_46LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVgEDPBg2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/tI4cj8kYhck/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_46LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270724561611096930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made my sister a wild teal hair flower on a headband to match her teal wrap. She looked like Kenley from project runway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVgEXOqwSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/TF_xPy1UzII/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_50LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVgEXOqwSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/TF_xPy1UzII/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_50LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270724566978314530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last gift I want to share is one given to us by Bridesmaid Katie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVgEl7OaLI/AAAAAAAAAcU/pF_G5dcL05g/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_54LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVgEl7OaLI/AAAAAAAAAcU/pF_G5dcL05g/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_54LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270724570923296946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She framed our invitation and made paper quilled flowers out of the additional cards that came along with our invite. This was a perfect gift for someone who cared about the details as much as I did. Thank you Katie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-4349871402208893494?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/4349871402208893494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=4349871402208893494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4349871402208893494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4349871402208893494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-again-rehearsal-dinner-gifts.html' title='Love Again: Rehearsal Dinner Gifts'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSVfz6XGEGI/AAAAAAAAAbc/1xs9ggePpgo/s72-c/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_36LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-3734174839897776679</id><published>2008-11-20T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:20:09.460-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Love Again: Rehearsal Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDTQ4kJ0I/AAAAAAAAAaE/vZ2Xsj8qvsY/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_24LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDTQ4kJ0I/AAAAAAAAAaE/vZ2Xsj8qvsY/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_24LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989249694050114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/tmingwei"&gt;all photos copyright Mingwei Tay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our rehearsal we headed over to the bar/restaurant where Mr. Pineapple went on our first date. (Although we didn't know it was a date at the time.) Smokin' Joe's Saloon was just a couple blocks from where both Mr. P and I lived at the time and we met there after work almost every day, no joke. So this little bar with the best condiments I have ever had and 60 beers on tap became our home away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDTwgRPFI/AAAAAAAAAac/igisi5QZr4w/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_31LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDTwgRPFI/AAAAAAAAAac/igisi5QZr4w/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_31LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989258182081618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDl6QwVGI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1Gp4hT3WjaA/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_58LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDl6QwVGI/AAAAAAAAAbM/1Gp4hT3WjaA/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_58LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989570039010402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ew! Mom and Dad! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDlrWBEdI/AAAAAAAAAbE/NcpGcfNEA-c/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_48LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDlrWBEdI/AAAAAAAAAbE/NcpGcfNEA-c/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_48LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989566034547154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDTqnLNUI/AAAAAAAAAaM/rFYop8svckQ/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_25LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDTqnLNUI/AAAAAAAAAaM/rFYop8svckQ/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_25LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989256600433986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best Man Erik and Phil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDlsMpPRI/AAAAAAAAAa8/oYZhgj8asYo/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_45LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDlsMpPRI/AAAAAAAAAa8/oYZhgj8asYo/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_45LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989566263672082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDTt5eRyI/AAAAAAAAAaU/yDLIQAtD2uM/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_28LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDTt5eRyI/AAAAAAAAAaU/yDLIQAtD2uM/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_28LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989257482487586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDUOLhDSI/AAAAAAAAAak/HuGsxLHkK4A/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_33LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDUOLhDSI/AAAAAAAAAak/HuGsxLHkK4A/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_33LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989266148101410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDlVoPqwI/AAAAAAAAAas/QkLkP2rFgt0/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_37LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDlVoPqwI/AAAAAAAAAas/QkLkP2rFgt0/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_37LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989560205421314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDpzsC0VI/AAAAAAAAAbU/0RizyGgSJPY/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_59LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDpzsC0VI/AAAAAAAAAbU/0RizyGgSJPY/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_59LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989636993896786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is managaer Mike, whitness of our relationship since day one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDlZUCtZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Xlw0u9d4ymU/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_47LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDlZUCtZI/AAAAAAAAAa0/Xlw0u9d4ymU/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_47LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269989561194427794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was a little unsure about our choice to have our rehearsal dinner at a bar at first. Once we arrived, I was so glad we did. Everyone had a blast, Mike the manager even moved the table out of the way so we could practice our line dancing for the next day. It was a wonderfully laid back way to celebrate and pay tribute to the place where it all began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you having an untraditional rehearsal dinner?&lt;br /&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/6879435429366361094-3734174839897776679?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/3734174839897776679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=3734174839897776679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3734174839897776679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3734174839897776679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-again-rehearsal-dinner.html' title='Love Again: Rehearsal Dinner'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSLDTQ4kJ0I/AAAAAAAAAaE/vZ2Xsj8qvsY/s72-c/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_24LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-2151533668995780267</id><published>2008-11-18T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:43:10.385-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pro pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Love Again: The Rehearsal</title><content type='html'>When Carnegie Mellon student, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mingwei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt;, e-mailed me to see if he could shoot our wedding my hands were tied. We had already hired a photography duo with a single photographer clause in their contract. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;clause&lt;/span&gt; is super smart because if several people are trying to take photos as you are it can make the process very difficult. When we met with one of the photographers, Tammy, I asked if there were any chance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mingwei&lt;/span&gt; could take photos for his portfolio. She thought it was a great idea for him to get some experience and I knew we had made the right choice of photographers. (So yep, we had three photographers with us at our wedding. Overkill, you bet. Guests joked that they were our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;paparazzi&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mingwei&lt;/span&gt; has already given me a DVD of photos from both our rehearsal and wedding day, but I am going to wait to share the latter with you until I have all the pro-pics, so you don't have to sit through two recaps. Until then, the rehearsal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMVO3gbjI/AAAAAAAAAYs/sUxAT7r2HG4/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_03LR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMVO3gbjI/AAAAAAAAAYs/sUxAT7r2HG4/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_03LR.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647335396240946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Emily, the much loved event coordinator for the Rivers Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMhFFUW6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/kKFJFkqWX98/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_16LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMhFFUW6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/kKFJFkqWX98/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_16LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647538928245666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sister Pineapple practicing her walk down the aisle and looking like me. Creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMhA-5vVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/LKCVHL5zRWU/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_17LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMhA-5vVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/LKCVHL5zRWU/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_17LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647537827593554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's my dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' dad and I ready for our walk. I wore the dress from our first wedding and a jacket to dress it down a bit. I am considering even have it dyed black so it is even more re-wearable. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMhq-gIfI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/f-o91rkPu2g/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_19LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMhq-gIfI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/f-o91rkPu2g/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_19LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647549100204530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. P looking very serious. Not a look seen too often from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMVWZAKJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/uYwXN3-WnvI/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_04LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMVWZAKJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/uYwXN3-WnvI/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_04LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647337415780498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of the gents lined up. Apparently this is the part where I took over for Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMVaKegjI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ZL8_OZqJ07o/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_05LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMVaKegjI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ZL8_OZqJ07o/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_05LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647338428596786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wonderful Judge Mary Jane &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bowes&lt;/span&gt;. Not only was she no longer obligated to officiate our wedding since we were already wed, but she certainly didn't have to attend the rehearsal. She was the perfect fit for us. She was chic and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;witty&lt;/span&gt;, keeping everyone on their toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMVmdZzhI/AAAAAAAAAZE/HGy7TY6eR4g/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_06LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMVmdZzhI/AAAAAAAAAZE/HGy7TY6eR4g/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_06LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647341729205778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Practicing gazing lovingly into Mr. Pineapple's eyes, an easy task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMgnLw67I/AAAAAAAAAZc/am_MbTETTwU/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_11LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMgnLw67I/AAAAAAAAAZc/am_MbTETTwU/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_11LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647530902219698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMmZ2idYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pd6i7jcjl5M/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_20LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMmZ2idYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pd6i7jcjl5M/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_20LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647630402745730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. P and I chose to hold hands throughout the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMVnsrfcI/AAAAAAAAAZM/cRkdrQTkFKE/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_09LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMVnsrfcI/AAAAAAAAAZM/cRkdrQTkFKE/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_09LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647342061714882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile our parents are looking concerned. This is Mr. P's dad and stepmother, Sandi. Maybe they were just getting hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMgvOKuvI/AAAAAAAAAZU/9UeOb7dDQJ4/s1600-h/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_10LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMgvOKuvI/AAAAAAAAAZU/9UeOb7dDQJ4/s400/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_10LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269647533059783410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my mom doing what she does best, asking my dad a question. I would bet $5 that she said something along the lines of "Mark, what if we forgot to _______." She is the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; I know who worries more than I do. Luckily, because of my mom's many lists I'm pretty sure we didn't forget a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, grub and libations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you planning on having a camera handy for your rehearsal and dinner?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-2151533668995780267?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/2151533668995780267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=2151533668995780267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2151533668995780267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2151533668995780267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-again-rehearsal.html' title='Love Again: The Rehearsal'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SSGMVO3gbjI/AAAAAAAAAYs/sUxAT7r2HG4/s72-c/Ryan%26Emily_Rehearsal_03LR.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-720444505546531745</id><published>2008-11-12T08:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:31:37.450-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>The Rivers Club: Venue Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R97Qqgy7ZVI/AAAAAAAAASk/faEs7TCCpS8/s1600-h/Oxford1_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R97Qqgy7ZVI/AAAAAAAAASk/faEs7TCCpS8/s400/Oxford1_th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178806050299274578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mr. Pineapple and I first started looking for venues we did most of our search online. We stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://www.riversclubevents.com/"&gt;the Rivers Club&lt;/a&gt;, in downtown Pittsburgh, and set up an appointment not expecting much. When we met with the coordinator, Emily, we were very impressed. She was kind and up front with us about their pricing. (The only other place we visited was very reluctant to tell us the bottom line, one they did we could tell why.) After looking around for a couple more days and not finding something as nice and as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt; as the Rivers Club we put down our deposit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_-jKTtu2zI/AAAAAAAAAhw/WI06aZXGOWQ/s1600-h/DSC05960_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_-jKTtu2zI/AAAAAAAAAhw/WI06aZXGOWQ/s400/DSC05960_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188044693240208178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emily the Event Coordinator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the Rivers Club, but I didn't love the Rivers Club until the day of our wedding. Everything was absolutely perfect. We were able to get in first thing in the morning to begin setting up the reception. Emily had offered to do all the set-up herself, but I felt guilty leaving it all up to one person and I figured I DIY'ed everything else, why not the set up too? Plus I had the help of all my lovely bridesmaids and Momma P's help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once four o'clock drew closer Emily was always by my side. Everything went shockingly well. I don't know how she did it, but somehow she was in a thousand places at one time. All of those little things that didn't get done before we started getting ready were magically perfect. If there was something that went wrong, I had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_-jHTtu2yI/AAAAAAAAAho/8Gr7iAiw_tQ/s1600-h/DSC05955_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_-jHTtu2yI/AAAAAAAAAho/8Gr7iAiw_tQ/s400/DSC05955_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188044641700600610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Rivers Club Staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony Mr. P and I were introduced to the woman who would be our server for the evening. She was the first of the incredible wait staff that we were to meet that evening. This was one of the things were heard the most that evening "I cannot believe how nice everyone is here." Free-Jay DJ Mike even got a few of them out on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_-iITtu2xI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Q7ECOphFacM/s1600-h/DSC05953_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_-iITtu2xI/AAAAAAAAAhg/Q7ECOphFacM/s400/DSC05953_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188043559368842002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Accommodations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Included in our per person cost was the food, open bar, cake, dance floor, speakers and mic, and reception/ceremony set-up. This made it really easy for us, we ended up only needing one other vendor the day of our wedding. The best part of all the accommodations was that there was no minimum. When our estimated guest list went from 110 to 70 we were still treated like we were the most important couple to ever be married there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Grade:&lt;/span&gt; A+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rivers Club&lt;br /&gt; One Oxford Centre&lt;br /&gt; 301 Grant Street, Suite 411&lt;br /&gt; Pittsburgh, PA  15219&lt;br /&gt; 412-391-5227 ext 262&lt;br /&gt; 412-391-5016 fax&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.riversclubevents.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.riversclubevents.&lt;wbr&gt;com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to most about your venue?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-720444505546531745?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/720444505546531745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=720444505546531745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/720444505546531745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/720444505546531745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/11/rivers-club-venue-review.html' title='The Rivers Club: Venue Review'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R97Qqgy7ZVI/AAAAAAAAASk/faEs7TCCpS8/s72-c/Oxford1_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-80259927870973541</id><published>2008-11-06T09:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:34:43.545-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Attire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Erg! Adventures in Gown Preservation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRL9Zf4_XTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/62T9aPm9L_g/s1600-h/EmbarassedKitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRL9Zf4_XTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/62T9aPm9L_g/s400/EmbarassedKitty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265549528848620850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p184/captainkittymallory/EmbarassedKitty.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.funmansion.com/post/showthread.php%3Ft%3D2027&amp;amp;h=329&amp;amp;w=489&amp;amp;sz=46&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=6&amp;amp;sig2=WdPzuhp5on60ZC36xw1Egg&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;usg=__1I5YUI62GeKYUkAxsxQiZ3d9SLU=&amp;amp;tbnid=nWomancCV7-avM:&amp;amp;tbnh=87&amp;amp;tbnw=130&amp;amp;ei=Mv0SSazHDKXqeYXK0bgM&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dembarassed%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26sa%3DN"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last week I took my gown to David's Bridal to have it cleaned and preserved by a third party. This morning I woke up in a panic. My grandmother made a hand kerchief for my mom to carry when my folks were married. I pinned the same hankey under my gown on our wedding day. Well, guess who forgot to take out the hankey before shipping off her dress? Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hankey is more important to me than my gown so I am kicking myself, hard. I called the preservation place and they said my gown was not yet entered into their system. In order to find it in their shipping dock I would need the UPS tracking number. Of course, my luck, David's didn't give me my copy of the tracking slip so they have no record of the number either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My options were either to call the preservation folks back every day and hope to catch my gown in between being entered in their system and being cleaned. Or to just have them ship it back to me in all its poofy dirty glory. I chose the latter. Now the tricky part is no one knows where my gown is exactly. It is probably in with the 200 gowns the preservation place receives per day. In a box, under hundreds of other identical boxes. They took down my information and said when they enter my dress in their system they will just ship it to my home as is. Fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manager at David's who &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/08/13/update-dress-not-fitting-number-one/"&gt;helped me resolve my alterations issues&lt;/a&gt; back in the day was once again very helpful. It was their mistake not to give me the tracking info, but I am the one who made the bigger mistake of leaving the hankey in my dress to begin with. She said that once I get my gown back and retrieve the hankey, just to bring it back into the store and they will ship it out again for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a goober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt; Already! Mary Ann, the woman who I called 3 times ths morning in a panic, just called me. She went out back to see which gowns were being checked in and guess what? They had my box in their hands! She retrieved my hankey and is going to ship it back to me today. She said she will call back with all the tracking info. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people are so freakin' helpful and I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I alone in my gown preservation blunder?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-80259927870973541?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/80259927870973541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=80259927870973541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/80259927870973541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/80259927870973541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/11/erg-adventures-in-gown-preservation.html' title='Erg! Adventures in Gown Preservation'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRL9Zf4_XTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/62T9aPm9L_g/s72-c/EmbarassedKitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-1645610677551892981</id><published>2008-11-05T15:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:19:09.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Life of Bees (Pineapple Edition)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRHznWEHVtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/NGAFwqE6Pcs/s1600-h/IMG_0374_editlr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRHznWEHVtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/NGAFwqE6Pcs/s400/IMG_0374_editlr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265257296636106450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried and tried and tried to think of a nice juicy secret to share with the hive, but alas I am boring. So instead I will share with you a big part of my life that you have never seen, our home. I am the mover of all movers and shakers. Between May 2006 and August 2008 I lived in 6 homes. When Mr. Pineapple landed his dream job in his home town, we once again began the familiar search for a home. We were having a hard time finding a place big enough for our 3 cats, dog and the two of us plus all of our stuff (I don't know where it all came from). Then a friend of Mr. P's told us her folks rented a house on a farm that was soon to be vacant. The monthly rent was way out of our price range, but amazingly her folks dropped the rent hundreds of dollars to fit within our budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first visited the home it was in pretty rough shape. The carpets were horrible and smelly. There were cigarette butts in the radiators and random holes in the floors put in by the former tenants. It also looked as though it hadn't be cleaned in years. The walls were in really bad shape too. Most of the wall were a dingy off-white and the hall way was wallpapered, dirty and peeling. Apparently the folks who lived there before us didn't care about keeping the house nice. So, Mr. P and I spent every weekend before moving in helping the landlord and his friend fix up the house. Enough jibber jabber and onto the (after) photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH6FZqe-jI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ylw-CwzWZS4/s1600-h/IMG_5168_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH6FZqe-jI/AAAAAAAAAYc/ylw-CwzWZS4/s400/IMG_5168_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265264410068187698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The house is 4 (little) bedrooms and 1.5 baths, but we turned one bedroom into a closet and one into a studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The windows on the left are the living room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5n_UOoGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/FZz5dM_TkqE/s1600-h/IMG_5156_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5n_UOoGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/FZz5dM_TkqE/s400/IMG_5156_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263904779313250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does that painting look familiar? It was the inspiration for our wedding invitation design. The coffee table houses four ottomans which are great for extra seating. The colors in this room are pretty wacky, but much better than the white they once were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5ov4oRgI/AAAAAAAAAXk/jKI1QaVI2SA/s1600-h/IMG_5157_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5ov4oRgI/AAAAAAAAAXk/jKI1QaVI2SA/s400/IMG_5157_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263917816890882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the floors in the house are painted either brown or red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5nUnVn4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/E4XBOI_Eosg/s1600-h/IMG_5155_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5nUnVn4I/AAAAAAAAAXU/E4XBOI_Eosg/s400/IMG_5155_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263893316738946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where Princess Zazu spends all day everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH56j4fvdI/AAAAAAAAAXs/PXZFbWCuzK8/s1600-h/IMG_5158_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH56j4fvdI/AAAAAAAAAXs/PXZFbWCuzK8/s400/IMG_5158_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265264223832751570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our rarely used dining room. Mr. Pineapple picked out this table, I love the bench because I can picture our kids kneeling over the table and working on craft projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kitchen is bright and a little messy, but I'm okay with that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH565aR3FI/AAAAAAAAAX0/E6JrbcMZ6Is/s1600-h/IMG_5160_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH565aR3FI/AAAAAAAAAX0/E6JrbcMZ6Is/s400/IMG_5160_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265264229611592786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The chair on the left is where Harrison spends all day everyday waiting for someone to accidentally leave the bread on the counter for more than 15 seconds so he can eat it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH565MSH-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/E0rsDVj2b8M/s1600-h/IMG_5162_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH565MSH-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/E0rsDVj2b8M/s400/IMG_5162_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265264229552889826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This door leads to one of three porches surrounding the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH57jAm9KI/AAAAAAAAAYM/McWded80CJo/s1600-h/IMG_5164_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH57jAm9KI/AAAAAAAAAYM/McWded80CJo/s400/IMG_5164_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265264240778212514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the half bath downstairs that we pretty much only use as a place to store our vacuum. Check out how close the wall is to the toilet. You pretty much have to hug the wall to sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5neV_B6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/eYllzdUU4mg/s1600-h/IMG_5154_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5neV_B6I/AAAAAAAAAXM/eYllzdUU4mg/s400/IMG_5154_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263895928309666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5m_ma1NI/AAAAAAAAAXE/RFqU7AndqoM/s1600-h/IMG_5153_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5m_ma1NI/AAAAAAAAAXE/RFqU7AndqoM/s400/IMG_5153_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263887675741394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This stairwell may not look like much but it was a huge project. Dad Pineapple and I put new drywall up on the green walls to cover what were once wallpapered and very damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH47zMemKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/c_RJrDXn65s/s1600-h/IMG_5141_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH47zMemKI/AAAAAAAAAV0/c_RJrDXn65s/s400/IMG_5141_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263145611335842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the top of the stairs if the most important room in our house (in my opinion). It is my studio where I spend all day designing invitations and of course blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH478lWUPI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ttRcZssr6hY/s1600-h/IMG_5142_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH478lWUPI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ttRcZssr6hY/s400/IMG_5142_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263148131569906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rug is there because Rooney the puppy kept eating the paint off the floor. Dad Pineapple and I made my desk from a door. It is just big enough for my laptop, printer and of course a little TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH48MhJWyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/pLIHwMoc3-M/s1600-h/IMG_5143_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH48MhJWyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/pLIHwMoc3-M/s400/IMG_5143_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263152408910626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Studio storage, job white board and Rooney's food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, brace yourself. Our closet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH48mS6KmI/AAAAAAAAAWU/o8W0Pt6rCcs/s1600-h/IMG_5145_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH48mS6KmI/AAAAAAAAAWU/o8W0Pt6rCcs/s400/IMG_5145_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263159328516706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a mess! Oh well. This used to be a bedroom, but we converted it to a closet because the few closets in the house are too shallow to put hangers in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5TRz6YWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/tT2QHsP_rp0/s1600-h/IMG_5146_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5TRz6YWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/tT2QHsP_rp0/s400/IMG_5146_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263548966789474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Across from the closet is the bathroom/laundry room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is "the wedding room"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5UinQ_UI/AAAAAAAAAW0/10qM22_E-Fg/s1600-h/IMG_5151_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5UinQ_UI/AAAAAAAAAW0/10qM22_E-Fg/s400/IMG_5151_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263570657017154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This room never got painted or used for that matter for anything other than storage for wedding stuff. As you can see, even after the wedding it is full of junk. I have been avoiding this organization project like the plague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5U9getCI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wO2zfWr4Hvo/s1600-h/IMG_5152_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5U9getCI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wO2zfWr4Hvo/s400/IMG_5152_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263577876313122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now onto our cozy little bedroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5T4Bsg1I/AAAAAAAAAWk/pUWUYQqyhL8/s1600-h/IMG_5147_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5T4Bsg1I/AAAAAAAAAWk/pUWUYQqyhL8/s400/IMG_5147_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263559225148242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our bedding was a shower gift from Mom Pineapple. In the bottom right corner is Rooney's bed, he eats out of bird dishes when we are away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5T8uJqMI/AAAAAAAAAWs/67m6YHqab6U/s1600-h/IMG_5150_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH5T8uJqMI/AAAAAAAAAWs/67m6YHqab6U/s400/IMG_5150_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265263560485349570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The photo above our bed is bow bridge in Central Park, where Mr. Pineapple proposed. To the left is a squirrel lamp that Sister P gave us as an engagement present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least is our water:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH6FEin0mI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-aTdgFk5UoY/s1600-h/IMG_5166_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRH6FEin0mI/AAAAAAAAAYU/-aTdgFk5UoY/s400/IMG_5166_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265264404398068322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The blocks on the right used to be the foundation for a spring house. Back in the days before refrigeration a natural spring fed the house and kept all perishables cold. Now the spring feeds our entire house. It is the best water I have ever tasted, plus is is clean and free which is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you have seen my secret of life of having a life outside of wedding planning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-1645610677551892981?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/1645610677551892981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=1645610677551892981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/1645610677551892981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/1645610677551892981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/11/secret-life-of-bees-pineapple-edition.html' title='The Secret Life of Bees (Pineapple Edition)'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRHznWEHVtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/NGAFwqE6Pcs/s72-c/IMG_0374_editlr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-7505618386982767096</id><published>2008-11-04T08:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:34:38.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Annie the Versary Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRBNVe7VUYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jyX_yITZa_s/s1600-h/IMG_5128_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRBNVe7VUYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jyX_yITZa_s/s400/IMG_5128_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264792995870626178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week Mr. Pineapple and I planted a tree on his father's property that we have dubbed Annie - the anniversary tree. We hope to visit Annie at least once a year and take a family photo. This year with just our little two-person family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRBNUmosd5I/AAAAAAAAAU0/EEOYatYtNRM/s1600-h/IMG_5113_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRBNUmosd5I/AAAAAAAAAU0/EEOYatYtNRM/s400/IMG_5113_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264792980760065938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We purchased Annie for $15 at a local nursery called &lt;a href="http://www.musserforests.com/catalogrequest.html"&gt;Musser Forrests&lt;/a&gt;. Mr. P had done some research ahead of time on the Musser website and thought we should go with the "October Glory" Maple. After about 30 minutes of searching their land the lovely folks at Musser found our tree. She is a fairly fast growing maple that keeps fall color longer than most. Her colors range from yellow to bright red. If all goes as planned Annie will grow to be 30-50 feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRBNU_wvCGI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3E6sprMshpE/s1600-h/IMG_5115_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRBNU_wvCGI/AAAAAAAAAU8/3E6sprMshpE/s400/IMG_5115_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264792987504674914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We planted our tree at the top of a hill where Mr. P and I have spent many a night in our tent and next to a warm fire. Luckily Mr. P's father dug a hole for us with his backhoe while we were at the nursery, saving us a whole lotta labor. Don't worry I did help Mr. P with the planting, I wasn't taking photos the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entire&lt;/span&gt; time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRBNU-7LmhI/AAAAAAAAAVE/7uiTk4ky9S4/s1600-h/IMG_5126_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRBNU-7LmhI/AAAAAAAAAVE/7uiTk4ky9S4/s400/IMG_5126_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264792987280054802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have high hopes for our little tree, hopefully we've done everything right to give her a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRBNVmcOUjI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6A-QsPESjZQ/s1600-h/DSC07586_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRBNVmcOUjI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6A-QsPESjZQ/s400/DSC07586_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264792997887627826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family portrait number one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you have any plans to commemorate your anniversary?&lt;br /&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/6879435429366361094-7505618386982767096?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/7505618386982767096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=7505618386982767096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/7505618386982767096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/7505618386982767096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/11/meet-annie-versary-tree.html' title='Meet Annie the Versary Tree'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SRBNVe7VUYI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jyX_yITZa_s/s72-c/IMG_5128_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-4894491485717883818</id><published>2008-10-31T16:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:16:27.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohmigoodness! - The PWC</title><content type='html'>... and by PWC I mean the post wedding chop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined the bridal masses and cut of my lovely lady locks. I have not had short hair since an uber-traumatic hair cut at age 6 where I was called out as "a boy with a dress on." I have to say though, I am lovin' it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQtnD1-wJEI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JfBng6HXSts/s1600-h/IMG_5101_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQtnD1-wJEI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JfBng6HXSts/s400/IMG_5101_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263413905240106050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spent a day last week back in the 'burgh to take my gown to be cleaned and to have my hair cut by the lovely Jamie at Philip Pelusi who did my wedding hair. Working in a creative field can be tough and I love it when clients give me a lot of freedom so I try to do the same for other creative folks. I just told Jamie I wanted to go shorter and just to do whatever she thought would be cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQtnDw4zaKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/UT-EqkoO-Qg/s1600-h/IMG_5109_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQtnDw4zaKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/UT-EqkoO-Qg/s400/IMG_5109_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263413903872977058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When she finished with the cut it felt sooooo light and cool. I was, for the first time in a long time, conscious that there was a back to my neck. I feel so much older and sophisticated. Having the same hair cut for almost 20 years is comforting, but I am so happy about this change. (And Mr. Pineapple keeps telling me how cute I am, which is a nice perk!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you plan on doing the PWC?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-4894491485717883818?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/4894491485717883818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=4894491485717883818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4894491485717883818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4894491485717883818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/10/ohmigoodness-pwc.html' title='Ohmigoodness! - The PWC'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQtnD1-wJEI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JfBng6HXSts/s72-c/IMG_5101_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-6895064993410090893</id><published>2008-10-30T10:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:56:25.293-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Cleveland Foodiemoon: The Brownstone Inn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQnIswkdsCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/yKtJ71hF-9c/s1600-h/IMG_4869_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQnIswkdsCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/yKtJ71hF-9c/s400/IMG_4869_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262958310836776994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our foodiemoon began everyday with a wonderful breakfast from the &lt;a href="http://www.brownstoneinndowntown.com/"&gt;Brownstone Inn Bed &amp;amp; Breakfast&lt;/a&gt; just two miles from the heart of downtown. The inn was such a wonderful choice by Mr. Pineapple. I loved staying at the Brownstone Inn because for the most part a beautiful hotel is still just a hotel and often they lack charm and character. The was definitely no lack of character here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The home was built in 1874 and is on the National Register of Historical Places. The owner, Robin Yates, was a great cook and an amazing host. He has been living in the home for 34 years and has run it as a B&amp;amp;B for eight. In the morning he would chat with use making sure we were enjoying our stay and recommending some of his favorite spots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQnIsZG83gI/AAAAAAAAAUM/wnrP5n8O6tI/s1600-h/IMG_4866_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQnIsZG83gI/AAAAAAAAAUM/wnrP5n8O6tI/s400/IMG_4866_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262958304538975746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. P and I had "the wedding room" at the top of the town house. It was a nice big room with a private bathroom. Above the bed was a turn of the century wedding photo. The price was right too at $89/night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I used to picture those who stayed at B&amp;amp;Bs I would imagine my parents, on the verge of retirement. However, the other guests who were also staying at the Brownstone were all 20-somethings who shared our same interest in politics and Mr. P's interest in micro-brews. Breakfast was always really yummy and full of lively conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQnIrhbqEsI/AAAAAAAAAUE/x9BXzQqVcYI/s1600-h/IMG_4864_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQnIrhbqEsI/AAAAAAAAAUE/x9BXzQqVcYI/s400/IMG_4864_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262958289593438914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We may be back to Cleveland in a couple weeks and if we are, we will most certainly stay at the Brownstone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy staying at bed and breakfasts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-6895064993410090893?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/6895064993410090893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=6895064993410090893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6895064993410090893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6895064993410090893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/10/cleveland-foodiemoon-brownstone-inn.html' title='Cleveland Foodiemoon: The Brownstone Inn'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQnIswkdsCI/AAAAAAAAAUc/yKtJ71hF-9c/s72-c/IMG_4869_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-1574336144183941636</id><published>2008-10-27T15:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:53:47.221-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Cleveland Foodiemoon: West Side Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYD4VSipWI/AAAAAAAAASM/49w0dOdsbi0/s1600-h/IMG_4569_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYD4VSipWI/AAAAAAAAASM/49w0dOdsbi0/s400/IMG_4569_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261897480951473506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When people asked us where we were going for our honeymoon we would tell them Cleveland and we mostly got looks that were a combination of confusion and pity in return. Pittsburghers are not known for loving Cleveland, in fact because of ye old football rivalry, we are supposed to despise Cleveland. Sorry fellow 'burghers we loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our favorite places in Cleveland was the Westside Market. Mr. P and I love to buy local produce when we can. Living in the city we were part of a community supported agriculture program where 15lbs of produce was delivered to us once a week. Now that we live on a farm we take advantage of the few fruits and veggies we have around and get most of our produce from the Amish market down the road. The Westside Market was huge and delicious and amazing. We even ran into some friends there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYD48mmN9I/AAAAAAAAASU/jdq9gZ1By6k/s1600-h/IMG_4571_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYD48mmN9I/AAAAAAAAASU/jdq9gZ1By6k/s400/IMG_4571_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261897491504576466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mrs. Pommegranite and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYD5CjDtWI/AAAAAAAAASc/i1aq2KioOeU/s1600-h/IMG_4575_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYD5CjDtWI/AAAAAAAAASc/i1aq2KioOeU/s400/IMG_4575_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261897493100344674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mrs. Avocado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an outdoor corridor there were probably a couple dozen vendors selling produce. Much of which waas local, some of which came with a Dole sticker (like my Pineapple relations). There was so much to take in and take home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZw4snmeI/AAAAAAAAATE/Pc_HuHw1MoM/s1600-h/IMG_4577_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZw4snmeI/AAAAAAAAATE/Pc_HuHw1MoM/s400/IMG_4577_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261921542272948706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZxR-5G9I/AAAAAAAAATM/f8H8cmG-QYw/s1600-h/IMG_4578_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZxR-5G9I/AAAAAAAAATM/f8H8cmG-QYw/s400/IMG_4578_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261921549060479954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZjQfAKMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/B_YAoutGmWk/s1600-h/IMG_4591_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZjQfAKMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/B_YAoutGmWk/s400/IMG_4591_edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261921308140120258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZxrm7YRI/AAAAAAAAATU/Prc6Vd01mfw/s1600-h/IMG_4589_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZxrm7YRI/AAAAAAAAATU/Prc6Vd01mfw/s400/IMG_4589_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261921555939287314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever heard of a pear apple? Neither had we, it's a hybrid pear and apple. Creative name, no? Guess what it tastes like? Like a fruit with an apple momma and a pear daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the market were a couple dozen more vendors selling meats, cheeses and all sorts of other goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZx5BUFHI/AAAAAAAAATc/VKEM30NrA7o/s1600-h/IMG_4606_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZx5BUFHI/AAAAAAAAATc/VKEM30NrA7o/s400/IMG_4606_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261921559539618930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZyS49l_I/AAAAAAAAATk/WJ6KK1e1h58/s1600-h/IMG_4611_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYZyS49l_I/AAAAAAAAATk/WJ6KK1e1h58/s400/IMG_4611_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261921566483912690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Pineapple doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, but he had to grab one of these Ohio favorites, a buckeye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The market is open Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. Many of the restaurants in Cleveland buy and cook only locally grown food. Which is wonderful and I hope it is a trend that catches on! Even if you don't buy anything the market is just a cool place to browse, a feast for the eyes I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYa02xcFjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/OB4qvBzPoTk/s1600-h/IMG_4662_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYa02xcFjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/OB4qvBzPoTk/s400/IMG_4662_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261922709987399218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYa0V52rNI/AAAAAAAAATs/FgX7AMEdj-g/s1600-h/IMG_4644_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYa0V52rNI/AAAAAAAAATs/FgX7AMEdj-g/s400/IMG_4644_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261922701164326098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYa0-i63lI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jjau7AYcTEk/s1600-h/IMG_4680_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYa0-i63lI/AAAAAAAAAT8/jjau7AYcTEk/s400/IMG_4680_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261922712073985618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you and yours enjoy going to local markets?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-1574336144183941636?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/1574336144183941636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=1574336144183941636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/1574336144183941636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/1574336144183941636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/10/cleveland-foodiemoon-west-side-market.html' title='Cleveland Foodiemoon: West Side Market'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQYD4VSipWI/AAAAAAAAASM/49w0dOdsbi0/s72-c/IMG_4569_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-2592574502844009356</id><published>2008-10-26T19:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:39:35.830-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>My Two Passions: Mr. Pineapple and Line Dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQT3rOAiUSI/AAAAAAAAASE/gslKXNoZQaE/s1600-h/Picture+30.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQT3rOAiUSI/AAAAAAAAASE/gslKXNoZQaE/s400/Picture+30.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261602586542362914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/home.php"&gt;copyright: Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;During my senior year of college an amazing thing happened. A dirty lovely "rockin' country saloon" opened on the South Side of Pittsburgh called Saddle Ridge. I was already known as "the designer who loved to line dance" at Carnegie Mellon (it's not that popular for city chicks - go figure), when one of my photography professors suggested I do a series of photos at Saddle Ridge. 1600 photos and 6 months later I had revived my passion from high school and made some of the best friends a pseudo cowgirl could ask for. Saddle Ridge is where bridesmaid Christy and I spent Thursday-Saturday nights and where we met BFF Free-J Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Pineapple does not share my passion for dancing in a line, but he is really good at hanging out by the bar, spectating and keeping my water cup full. So with a few of my Saddle Ridge friends in attendance and running the music machine, there was definately a lot of line dancing happening at our wedding. Sister Pineapple ran the family camcorder by setting it atop her table so the video is not great quality (hello boodies in front of the lens), but I thought you may like to see what it looks like to see a bride atempt to boot scoot in a huge gown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we have one to a song called "Life's a Dance" by John Michael Montgomery. This video starts with the end of "Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy" also by Big &amp;amp; Rich, where you can see Mr. P next to me dancing along by spinning in circles. Hey, at least he tried. This is one of the most exhausting of our favorite line dances. After it was over I plopped into my chair and attempted to cool off. Luckily I had ditched my crinoline in the bathroom earlier. (It was much to hot with all those layers.) Look out for the part where Mike tries to hold my gown up for me. The other fella in the video is Mike's brother Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x59RtTXNNuc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x59RtTXNNuc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we have one of the first dances Mike taught Christy and I, we call it "chicken" because it goes to a song called "I Play Chicken with the Train" by Cowboy Troy and Big &amp;amp; Rich. Eventhough there weren't many to attempt the dance with us, you can hear some people singing along. Gooood times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7HgDoV095PY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7HgDoV095PY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the hardest parts about line dancing in a wedding gown was when my hair fell in my face my choices were to a. drop my dress to fix my hair and potentially trip over my gown and kiss the floor or b. deal with it. I went with option b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have plans to do something you are passionate about at your wedding?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-2592574502844009356?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/2592574502844009356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=2592574502844009356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2592574502844009356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2592574502844009356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-two-passions-mr-pineapple-and-line.html' title='My Two Passions: Mr. Pineapple and Line Dancing'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQT3rOAiUSI/AAAAAAAAASE/gslKXNoZQaE/s72-c/Picture+30.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-5241577785148418485</id><published>2008-10-23T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:42:00.805-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Deeeeeeep Breath... The Budget</title><content type='html'>Budgets are sticky topics, but when I first started planning I wanted to know how much people spent on everything. I knew weddings were expensive but I had no idea why. So, if you want to throw a Pineapple wedding of your own, here is the post for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the get go Mr. Pineapple and I wanted to throw the party of our lives, but we didn't want it to keep us from actually being able to afford living. I was constantly worried about the bottom line, about spending more than we had, about regretting the cost of just one day. In the end Mr. Pineapple and I came in about $3,000 under our goal budget and I wouldn't have changed a thing. Here is the breakdown of our wedding day (which excludes rehearsal dinner, hotel, and foodiemoon, partly because I don't know how much we spent eating the last 5 days and maybe I don't want to know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stationery:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$171.00&lt;/span&gt; including stamps and programs&lt;br /&gt;Since I make wedding invites and such for a living I was able to do ours on the cheap, including the printing donated by a friend. The photos used on our save the dates were also a gift from my friend and former professor Charlee Brodsky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridal Attire:&lt;br /&gt;Including gown, alterations, crinoline, veil, headband and date embroidery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$1,175.00&lt;/span&gt; (a very generous gift from Momma P)&lt;br /&gt;My gown retailed for $1000, but I got it during one of their regular sales. The veil, headband and crinoline were $310, the alterations were $65 and the embroidery was free after the mess that had been made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bride Hair and Make-up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$150&lt;/span&gt; including tip (a gift from Momma P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groom's Suit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$200&lt;/span&gt; (a gift from Mr. P's Mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding Bands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$1,000&lt;/span&gt; for his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$1,350&lt;/span&gt; for mine&lt;br /&gt;Our bands were quite a bit more than we had ever intended to pay, but in the end I am glad we chose the bands we did. My band had to be custom made to fit the lovely crazy shape of my ring. Mr. Pineapple's was made to match mine in rose gold. We will have them longer than our TV that was the same price, that is my justification. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridemaides' Gifts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$50&lt;/span&gt; more about what they were to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groom's tie and GMs' ties:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$160&lt;/span&gt; we got these all on sale at Macy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officiant:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$40&lt;/span&gt; for a basket of goodies from Harry and David (a gift from Momma P)&lt;br /&gt;Superior Court Judge Mary Jane Bowes officiated our wedding. She was incredible. She was so funny during the rehearsal keeping the mood light and the ceremony was perfect. Since were we already married she was in no way obligated to re-marry us, but she did and for that we are truly grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceremony:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$500&lt;/span&gt; for the room set-up at the Rivers Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$25&lt;/span&gt; for the hand painted aisle runner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$0&lt;/span&gt; for the ceremony muscians, more on them to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$2450&lt;/span&gt; + photo disks (we don't know how much they will be yet)&lt;br /&gt;We had three wonderful photographers with us on our wedding day. Including Mingwei Tay who is a student at my alma mater and asked us if he could shoot our wedding for his portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$825&lt;/span&gt; after packing and shipping (a gift from Momma P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reception Decor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$162.00&lt;/span&gt; for centerpieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$50&lt;/span&gt; for escort card trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$12&lt;/span&gt; for the copper silk and satin used on the candy and cake tables&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully the only decor we needed to add to the already cozy venue were the centerpieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reception Dinner, Open Bar, and Cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$5,750&lt;/span&gt; including tax and gratuity for 74 guests (very generous gifts from Mr. Pineapple's family helped us pay for about half of this total)&lt;br /&gt;The food and service were out of this world and deserve their own post, but for now just know that this was mony very very very well spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reception Details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$150&lt;/span&gt; for the favor scarves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$110&lt;/span&gt; for the candy table (a gift from Momma P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$0&lt;/span&gt; for our free-j DJ, more on him to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$0&lt;/span&gt; for the dance floor, included with the venue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$0&lt;/span&gt; for linens and such, included with the venue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$14,330&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, 14 grand is a down payment on a new home, but it is also about half of what the &lt;a href="http://wedding.theknot.com/wedding-planning/wedding-budget/qa/what-does-the-average-wedding-cost.aspx"&gt;national average&lt;/a&gt; is these days. I am happy with what we were able to pull off. With so much help from Momma P while she was here these last 7 weeks, with gifts from friends and family, and diligent saving by Mr. P and I, we were able to squeak by debt-free so I consider that a win for the Pineapples.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-5241577785148418485?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/5241577785148418485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=5241577785148418485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/5241577785148418485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/5241577785148418485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/10/deeeeeeep-breath-budget.html' title='Deeeeeeep Breath... The Budget'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-2067380871173452879</id><published>2008-10-23T09:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:06:57.471-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Amazing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB09PKOwwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6Z3wJOAatWk/s1600-h/Picture+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB09PKOwwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6Z3wJOAatWk/s400/Picture+11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260332960159023874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're back from our Honeymoon (which turned out to be a foodiemoon) and we are hitched! Saturday was just simply amazing. Everything went perfectly, everyone was so generous, happy, and full of champagne and sugar. Already our wonderful photographers Tammy and Marella of &lt;a href="http://www.marymervis.net/home.php"&gt;Mary Mervis Photography&lt;/a&gt; have a slide show up for us! Here is just a little sneak peak:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB1PsP0R5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/cDCPFHw-Qj4/s1600-h/Picture+20.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 398px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB1PsP0R5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/cDCPFHw-Qj4/s400/Picture+20.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260333277204727698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB1PPXbsAI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rka1eBFWPtY/s1600-h/Picture+19.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB1PPXbsAI/AAAAAAAAARs/Rka1eBFWPtY/s400/Picture+19.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260333269452042242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB1OubZLfI/AAAAAAAAARk/3vipRGSPEnE/s1600-h/Picture+18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB1OubZLfI/AAAAAAAAARk/3vipRGSPEnE/s400/Picture+18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260333260610285042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB1Nkrq0CI/AAAAAAAAARc/8l8gS2igJdk/s1600-h/Picture+17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB1Nkrq0CI/AAAAAAAAARc/8l8gS2igJdk/s400/Picture+17.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260333240814325794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB1MQ0fqzI/AAAAAAAAARU/pcJpImVMD48/s1600-h/Picture+16.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB1MQ0fqzI/AAAAAAAAARU/pcJpImVMD48/s400/Picture+16.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260333218302765874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB0-4lONdI/AAAAAAAAARM/4i2no_oXdAI/s1600-h/Picture+15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 397px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB0-4lONdI/AAAAAAAAARM/4i2no_oXdAI/s400/Picture+15.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260332988457956818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB0-s_AsXI/AAAAAAAAARE/SzauFbJ-fiY/s1600-h/Picture+14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB0-s_AsXI/AAAAAAAAARE/SzauFbJ-fiY/s400/Picture+14.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260332985344897394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB099i1DuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/68fyZIGbf3I/s1600-h/Picture+13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB099i1DuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/68fyZIGbf3I/s400/Picture+13.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260332972610227938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB09Ye4lhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ldHKgwkT-No/s1600-h/Picture+12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 394px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB09Ye4lhI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ldHKgwkT-No/s400/Picture+12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260332962661570066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB1Uo1KOEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-muECPP1BYc/s1600-h/Picture+21.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB1Uo1KOEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-muECPP1BYc/s400/Picture+21.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260333362186958914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More to come and hopefully soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-2067380871173452879?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/2067380871173452879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=2067380871173452879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2067380871173452879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2067380871173452879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/10/amazing.html' title='Amazing.'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SQB09PKOwwI/AAAAAAAAAQs/6Z3wJOAatWk/s72-c/Picture+11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-120817456171636508</id><published>2008-10-17T09:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:51:25.138-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Brace Yourself</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe it is the day before our wedding. Although we were married in a small ceremony a month ago, nothing quite compares to the excitement I feel about tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day I finally get to vow my life, love and support to my best friend with our friends and family there to witness. Tomorrow is the day we get to celebrate our love with those we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mr. Pineapple for showing me what it is like to be truly loved unconditionally, for already taking care of me in sickness and in health, and certainly for richer or poorer. I love you, I love our home filled with laughter, cats and a crazy pup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thank you to the hive for all your wonderful ideas and encouragement. Mr. P and I went through some rough times this past year and without Weddingbee, I probably would have been a mess. Not to mention Mr. P's head would have exploded thinking about things he has never had to before like shoes and crinoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this you probably wont hear from me for a few days. Mr. P and I are heading to the lovely state of Ohio for our minimoon. 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All of the ribbon I used I got on sale at Michael's for $1. It was a cheap project, but really not all that easy. If I were to do it again, I would probably just pay Diane to do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPcyJyzc5dI/AAAAAAAAAQM/mHkx_l-qv2I/s1600-h/IMG_4533_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPcyJyzc5dI/AAAAAAAAAQM/mHkx_l-qv2I/s400/IMG_4533_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257726233816131026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wrapped my bouquet using a scrap of copper satin. The rest of this satin will be used as a runner of sorts on the cake table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPcyKKmO_II/AAAAAAAAAQU/ANVQ-W567bQ/s1600-h/IMG_4535_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPcyKKmO_II/AAAAAAAAAQU/ANVQ-W567bQ/s400/IMG_4535_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257726240203144322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bridesmaids' bouquets, bouts and corsages are wrapped in that wonderful dollar ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPcyKNFIUZI/AAAAAAAAAQc/2KHQVuNvH_M/s1600-h/IMG_4537_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPcyKNFIUZI/AAAAAAAAAQc/2KHQVuNvH_M/s400/IMG_4537_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257726240869601682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you wrap your own bouquets?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-6230625972466205163?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/6230625972466205163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=6230625972466205163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6230625972466205163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6230625972466205163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-wrapped-up.html' title='All Wrapped Up'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPcyJyzc5dI/AAAAAAAAAQM/mHkx_l-qv2I/s72-c/IMG_4533_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-7880718737350857945</id><published>2008-10-16T07:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:00:50.611-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Decorations'/><title type='text'>Centerpiece Mock-Up</title><content type='html'>Remember these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPcoTa-4EDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/u6vzZJ2nIuk/s1600-h/IMG_4539_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPcoTa-4EDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/u6vzZJ2nIuk/s400/IMG_4539_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257715404104011826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I can't even tell you how many hours I slaved over these &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/05/05/paper-roses-project/"&gt;coffee filter roses&lt;/a&gt;. Then we moved and the box was stored in a closet for a couple months. Yesterday I pulled out the box to mock-up the centerpiece and all the flowers were smashed. They are very light so they couldn't have smashed each other. I don't know how it happened, but it wasn't good. I was able to salvage just barely enough for our centerpieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPcoTuqCpFI/AAAAAAAAAP0/g7tv0QBEiN8/s1600-h/IMG_4542_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPcoTuqCpFI/AAAAAAAAAP0/g7tv0QBEiN8/s400/IMG_4542_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257715409385333842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In addition to the paper roses the centerpieces include these crazy (and borderline tacky, let's be honest) copper leaves/sticks and candles atop mirror tiles from Ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPcoT1gzRwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/gVEdODkaJa4/s1600-h/IMG_4552_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPcoT1gzRwI/AAAAAAAAAP8/gVEdODkaJa4/s400/IMG_4552_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257715411225626370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(ignore the plastic wrap left on the mirrors)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPcoT5Dn_FI/AAAAAAAAAQE/l9xUyQVIxh8/s1600-h/IMG_4553_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPcoT5Dn_FI/AAAAAAAAAQE/l9xUyQVIxh8/s400/IMG_4553_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257715412176993362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am pretty happy with the outcome. It is warm and cozy and has that handmade feeling I love. The tables we are using are rectangular 6 person tables with big cushy chairs. So that alone will give the reception an intimate feel, plus scarves and candle light --mmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as cost goes I wanted to keep each centerpiece around $10, but with a decrease in the number of tables we have the individual cost went up a couple dollars. The flowers cost about $30 total, the copper sparkle plants were about $30 total, the mirrors were $1.20 each and the candles were $7/table. Making each centerpiece cost about $12.20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as long as the candles don't burn down to the mirror and catch the flowers on fire and burn down Pittsburgh, we'll be in good shape! hrm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going for a fresh flower alternative for your centerpieces?&lt;br /&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/6879435429366361094-7880718737350857945?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/7880718737350857945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=7880718737350857945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/7880718737350857945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/7880718737350857945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/10/centerpiece-mock-up.html' title='Centerpiece Mock-Up'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPcoTa-4EDI/AAAAAAAAAPs/u6vzZJ2nIuk/s72-c/IMG_4539_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-4333470610067308889</id><published>2008-10-15T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:55:18.928-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Stationary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Decorations'/><title type='text'>Photo Projects: Table Numbers &amp; Guest "Book"</title><content type='html'>A while back I asked the hive for suggestions on how to &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/06/27/our-new-family-of-six/#more-56917"&gt;incorporate our herd of animals&lt;/a&gt; into the wedding. Many of you suggested doing something with the table numbers, so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPXzIxqfIQI/AAAAAAAAAO8/hUV8VsfIQ9Y/s1600-h/IMG_4513_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPXzIxqfIQI/AAAAAAAAAO8/hUV8VsfIQ9Y/s400/IMG_4513_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257375472120963330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I purchased 2-sided frames from the dollar store and used my photo printer to create the images. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPXzJvXrcII/AAAAAAAAAPc/RKCyvlQpyWY/s1600-h/IMG_4524_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPXzJvXrcII/AAAAAAAAAPc/RKCyvlQpyWY/s400/IMG_4524_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257375488685076610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPXzJVLW0WI/AAAAAAAAAPU/zRjBDQbgER0/s1600-h/IMG_4522_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPXzJVLW0WI/AAAAAAAAAPU/zRjBDQbgER0/s400/IMG_4522_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257375481654071650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On one side is just a photo of either Rooney, Harrison, Onyx or Zazu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPXzJc6eaRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FDdlPd6Qvs/s1600-h/IMG_4521_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPXzJc6eaRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8FDdlPd6Qvs/s400/IMG_4521_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257375483730749714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPXzIz1di_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/27s1JwoSCNc/s1600-h/IMG_4520_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPXzIz1di_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/27s1JwoSCNc/s400/IMG_4520_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257375472703867890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And on the back is the name of said pet and the number. This was a surprisingly quick and easy project, especially with the help of Momma P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPXzPZpZTwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/lOr8cE-jUSg/s1600-h/IMG_4526_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPXzPZpZTwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/lOr8cE-jUSg/s400/IMG_4526_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257375585933020930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next we have our photo guestbook. I had grand ideas for the guestbook, &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/05/22/sketchbook-guestbook/"&gt;possibly a sketch book&lt;/a&gt;. In the end we decided to go with a photo people can sign around to keep things simple. The logistics of something so complicated and possibly messy as a guest book were just too much to worry about. We put it in the frame and removed the glass. We are having a rather small shindig (70 guests) so there should be plenty of room to sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you incorporating photos into some of the details of your wedding?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-4333470610067308889?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/4333470610067308889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=4333470610067308889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4333470610067308889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4333470610067308889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/10/photo-projects-table-numbers-guest-book.html' title='Photo Projects: Table Numbers &amp; Guest &quot;Book&quot;'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPXzIxqfIQI/AAAAAAAAAO8/hUV8VsfIQ9Y/s72-c/IMG_4513_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-3966990727809189424</id><published>2008-10-14T09:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:13:57.543-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Stationary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Typography'/><title type='text'>"Getch Yer Programs!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPSampzzASI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NrbNT8vqmzg/s1600-h/IMG_4512_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPSampzzASI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NrbNT8vqmzg/s400/IMG_4512_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256996653897023778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came to the programs I wanted to keep it simple, but still in keeping with the rest of our paper goodies. We decided on a vertical half-sheet for the layout and to open with a little blurb about our first wedding, written by Mr. Pineapple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"On September 20, 2008, we were married in a ceremony with only our parents in attendance. The ceremony was planned to ensure that our families, the people who have loved and supported us for entire lives, could see us commit the rest of our lives to each other as husband and wife. We are thankful to them for everything, including sharing that special moment with us. We are honored to have our friends and families here to join us as we celebrate our new life together."&lt;/blockquote&gt;The paragraph is followed by a simple listing of our parents, bridal party, musicians and officiant. We then backed the programs with the same copper card stock used on our invitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you decided to keep your programs simple?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-3966990727809189424?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/3966990727809189424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=3966990727809189424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3966990727809189424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3966990727809189424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/10/getch-yer-programs.html' title='&quot;Getch Yer Programs!&quot;'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SPSampzzASI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NrbNT8vqmzg/s72-c/IMG_4512_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-465086179857506509</id><published>2008-10-09T16:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:52:55.882-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Decorations'/><title type='text'>Mailbox Card Box</title><content type='html'>Beyond the copper in our wedding, Mr. Pineapple and I really love the use of copper in other elements in our home. Someday we are going to be billionaires and have copper all throughout our fabulous kitchen. When it came to the card box I thought it would be cool to use a copper mailbox that we could then use for real mail. Once I began searching though, reality hit, copper mailboxes are crazy expensive. So, I made one for $15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO5ttt27KWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/8YG56tCpwFs/s1600-h/IMG_3817_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO5ttt27KWI/AAAAAAAAAOc/8YG56tCpwFs/s400/IMG_3817_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255258447359453538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, I used an inexpensive black metal mailbox and copper metallic spray paint. The paint actually covered pretty nicely. I used many many very light layers to make sure there were no drips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one mishap during the painting process. After I painted the back and walked away, it blew over and got newspaper stuck to it and I couldn't get it off. I spray painted over it and hopefully no one will look at the back of the box. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO5tt8xNEeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/iRbw8JpVwtE/s1600-h/IMG_3837_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO5tt8xNEeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/iRbw8JpVwtE/s400/IMG_3837_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255258451361993186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO5tt1uFk4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/YINsxsfFQm8/s1600-h/IMG_3838_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO5tt1uFk4I/AAAAAAAAAOs/YINsxsfFQm8/s400/IMG_3838_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255258449469870978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Card box. 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herself! Really the only thing I did was design the tags and draw the lines for her to cut along. Mom Pineapple is a crafting queen and you can bet the lines she cut were perfect. She even counted the tassels on each scarf to make sure they all had the same number. Intense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4RMHYaHqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/56xkYwpOAFQ/s1600-h/IMG_4029_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4RMHYaHqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/56xkYwpOAFQ/s400/IMG_4029_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255156715025473186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know it is creepy when people dress their pets, but Rooney is different, he loves fashion. Last night he jumped onto our bed with his sweater in his mouth and lifted his paws so I could put them through the sleeves. You'll see him on season 15 of Project Runway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So here is the step my step guide to making Scarf wedding favors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4Rpd4PViI/AAAAAAAAANE/DZ1WKPY6JoU/s1600-h/IMG_3455_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4Rpd4PViI/AAAAAAAAANE/DZ1WKPY6JoU/s400/IMG_3455_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255157219280770594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each scarf is 8 inches wide, so you can get about 4.5 scarves per yard of fleece. I was able to get the fleece on sale at Jo-Ann fabrics for about $3/yard. Each scarf costs about $0.67 for fabric.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4RpZIIhUI/AAAAAAAAANU/BiL3AO60sEo/s1600-h/IMG_3469_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4RpZIIhUI/AAAAAAAAANU/BiL3AO60sEo/s400/IMG_3469_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255157218005255490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4RpabSJGI/AAAAAAAAANM/QSTOzzDZR8Q/s1600-h/IMG_3459_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4RpabSJGI/AAAAAAAAANM/QSTOzzDZR8Q/s400/IMG_3459_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255157218354013282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I spread the fleece out on my floor and used a yard stick to very very lightly draw lines every 8 inches. As you can see, Harrison the cat helped by getting the fleece all fury and playing with the yard stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4UWrXq02I/AAAAAAAAAOE/o-BuICZ9Smk/s1600-h/IMG_3482_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4UWrXq02I/AAAAAAAAAOE/o-BuICZ9Smk/s400/IMG_3482_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255160195019625314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4UWi4qxjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/e7vMsX8AFGA/s1600-h/IMG_3484_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4UWi4qxjI/AAAAAAAAAOM/e7vMsX8AFGA/s400/IMG_3484_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255160192742114866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Mom Pineapple then cut the scarves apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4UWUs3wzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/EZtflOJarzI/s1600-h/IMG_3479_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4UWUs3wzI/AAAAAAAAAN8/EZtflOJarzI/s400/IMG_3479_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255160188934538034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next step was to cut the tassels. No need to draw cut lines for this part because any variation would go unnoticed. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4UWznqo5I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1ANacaFBRm8/s1600-h/IMG_3485_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4UWznqo5I/AAAAAAAAAOU/1ANacaFBRm8/s400/IMG_3485_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255160197234205586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At this point you have a scarf!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4RpP5LsMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xqgtXCta4pg/s1600-h/IMG_3828_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4RpP5LsMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/xqgtXCta4pg/s400/IMG_3828_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255157215526629570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4RMW9oD8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/KymgbznkGOQ/s1600-h/IMG_3825_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4RMW9oD8I/AAAAAAAAAM0/KymgbznkGOQ/s400/IMG_3825_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255156719208107970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a hard time finding a local screen printer so I called Sister Pineapple in NYC to rescue me. She made tags for her own scarf project last year. She went back to that screen printer and had him make tags for me. They are brown ink on a thick white fabric. I made the file that she gave to the printer in Adobe Illustrator.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4RMNyUI5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/h8-_LtMvwTk/s1600-h/IMG_3997_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4RMNyUI5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/h8-_LtMvwTk/s400/IMG_3997_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255156716744745874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then Mom Pineapple used fabric glue to glue the tags to the scarves. You can then sew all the way around the tag, but the fabric glue works pretty well. We attached two tiny buttons in opposite corners of the tags, just in case.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4RMFZWDjI/AAAAAAAAAMs/rBQ4S9tiPkw/s1600-h/IMG_3998_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4RMFZWDjI/AAAAAAAAAMs/rBQ4S9tiPkw/s400/IMG_3998_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255156714492530226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now just do all of that 100 times and you are done! We are probably going to drape them over the backs of the chairs in the dining room. I think it will be so nice and cozy with all the fleece and candle light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4RL1dWVLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xcmhT8e2Pg4/s1600-h/IMG_4021_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4RL1dWVLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xcmhT8e2Pg4/s400/IMG_4021_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255156710214358194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cannot thank Momma P. enough for her many many hours of hard work on this project!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you make handmade favors?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-165616957439961653?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/165616957439961653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=165616957439961653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/165616957439961653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/165616957439961653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/10/mom-pineapple-did-me-huge-favor.html' title='Mom Pineapple Did Me a Huge Favor'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SO4RMHYaHqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/56xkYwpOAFQ/s72-c/IMG_4029_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-2774372336395878079</id><published>2008-10-07T11:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:55:39.411-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>The Sweetest Addition</title><content type='html'>When I was a very little girl my parents used to take all of our Easter candy and put it above the freezer so they could ration how much we ate at a time. Well, there was no fooling me. I would sit in front of the freezer with my arms outstretched making sure no one could get to my candy stash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never out grew my obsession for sweet treats and growing up sometimes my mom and I would sneak off to the mall and hit the candy store instead of the food court for lunch. (In case you are wondering, no she didn't win "Mother of the Year" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; year. I am pretty sure with all this wedding help 2008 is going to be her year though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Mom Pineapple and I were at the local greasy spoon eating french fries and ice cream for dinner. It was a couple days after &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/09/26/holiday-wedding-2/"&gt;my Sweetest Day post&lt;/a&gt; and we were talking about the funny holiday and about Mom and Dad Pineapple being married on Flag Day. I said "if ever there was a excuse to have a candy buffet, Sweetest Day would be it." Mom Pineapple put down her spoonful of turtle sundae and said "Wait. What is a candy buffet?" Her eyes got huge as I described a table full of colorful candy and what has to be one of the biggest bridal trends in recent years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Mom Pineapple's wheels started turning there was no stopping her with talk of giant pixi sticks and a fish bowl full of Swedish fish. Needless to say, once our bowls were clean we headed across the street to the dollar store in search of candy dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOuB8ZvQv6I/AAAAAAAAALk/dp3KkbFdt-U/s1600-h/IMG_3843_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOuB8ZvQv6I/AAAAAAAAALk/dp3KkbFdt-U/s400/IMG_3843_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254436264959066018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the sign for our candy buffet. We bought both this frame and stand from the dollar store. I spray painted the once red frame with metallic copper spray paint. The sign says:&lt;br /&gt;"10.18.2008 is Sweetest Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A holiday celebrated primarily in the Great Lakes region and parts of the northeastern United States, Sweetest Day takes place on the third Saturday of every October. It is an occasion which offers all of us an opportunity to remember not only the sick, aged and orphaned, but also friends, relatives and associates whose helpfulness and kindness we have enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To thank you, our friends and family, for joining us on this sweetest of all Sweetest Days we would love for you to enjoy some of our favorite sweets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOuB2myKHcI/AAAAAAAAAK8/82MtJL_cX7M/s1600-h/IMG_3772_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOuB2myKHcI/AAAAAAAAAK8/82MtJL_cX7M/s400/IMG_3772_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254436165381660098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOuB20P5DgI/AAAAAAAAALE/fC3Tkb5ru6M/s1600-h/IMG_3776_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOuB20P5DgI/AAAAAAAAALE/fC3Tkb5ru6M/s400/IMG_3776_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254436168996032002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOuB27B8YyI/AAAAAAAAALM/DVezAb2Qyw4/s1600-h/IMG_3808_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOuB27B8YyI/AAAAAAAAALM/DVezAb2Qyw4/s400/IMG_3808_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254436170816578338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOuB2y-VP0I/AAAAAAAAALc/FCvXbjMhmPo/s1600-h/IMG_3813_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOuB2y-VP0I/AAAAAAAAALc/FCvXbjMhmPo/s400/IMG_3813_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254436168653946690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOuB20t2qNI/AAAAAAAAALU/VnN-cXaicTs/s1600-h/IMG_3809_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOuB20t2qNI/AAAAAAAAALU/VnN-cXaicTs/s400/IMG_3809_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254436169121704146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I know what you are thinking. "OMG Candy! Also, those are&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; your 'wedding colors' Mrs. Pineapple." Instead of trying to find candy that matched the decor (which really is only the paper goods at this point...) we picked out our favorite candy of all time. Some of the candies we included are: Giant Pixi Sticks (my mom once asked my dad for a sun roof in her mini van so she could eat them while driving), candy necklaces, ring pops -- get it?, bubblegum, giant lollipops, skittles, twizzlers, starbursts, caramel apple pops, sour straws, reese's, assorted chocolates, taffy, sour straws and little chocolate sports balls. Mr. Pineapple does not endorse the candy necklaces saying they remind him of a frat party. Now I didn't know him when he was in undergrad, but if he means what I think he means, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; people are eating each other's necklaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought most of the candy at a candy distributor in Altoona, Pa and most of the glass containers at the dollar store. After all was said and done we spent about $80 on candy and $30 on containers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited about the candy table and even though it isn't as chic as some others I think it will most definately be a hit. We have an open bar, but really, you're not going to find me there when all this candy is around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are having a candy buffet, did you chose candy based on color or your favorites? Also, do we get your stamp of approval Mrs. Eggplant?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-2774372336395878079?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/2774372336395878079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=2774372336395878079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2774372336395878079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2774372336395878079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/10/sweetest-addition.html' title='The Sweetest Addition'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOuB8ZvQv6I/AAAAAAAAALk/dp3KkbFdt-U/s72-c/IMG_3843_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-4464757233794133611</id><published>2008-10-06T09:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:15:58.465-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shop'/><title type='text'>Clay Flower Completion!</title><content type='html'>Diane worked like mad all week to finish the clay flowers for our wedding. Over the weekend she sent me many photos of the final products. They should arrive on my front step by Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoHLE4XB8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pR5_8dgUndY/s1600-h/flowers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoHLE4XB8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pR5_8dgUndY/s400/flowers2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254019802151192514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In addition to being an amazing flower sculptor, her photos are absolutely top notch. She said that while working on this order she really felt like a florist with the vases and vases full of flowers throughout her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoHKTEBgYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TZFIPjeAkNI/s1600-h/emilybridal5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoHKTEBgYI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TZFIPjeAkNI/s400/emilybridal5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254019788778340738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoLO1qiVFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7PXPTTHcMHE/s1600-h/emilybridal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoLO1qiVFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7PXPTTHcMHE/s400/emilybridal1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254024264832668754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my beautiful bridal bouquet! It's so lush and fluffy and pretty! I cannot believe all the detail in every flower. Each of the tuberose has 21 petals, the ranunculus have 20-25 petals each the roses have 20-25 and the peonys have 25-30. Plus she made 112 clay stems and all of those stephenotis flowers. Multiply all those petals by 6 bouquets and 12 boutonnieres/corsages and you have a lot of sculpting to do. &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoHKk8jyHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/wsHlcV0YeSI/s1600-h/emilyfinal4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoHKk8jyHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/wsHlcV0YeSI/s400/emilyfinal4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254019793578870898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoH1rbNZ3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/wuoePzBWFRk/s1600-h/emilyfinal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoH1rbNZ3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/wuoePzBWFRk/s400/emilyfinal2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254020534052415346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoH1nrELdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/vcdO57WnwcM/s1600-h/emilyfinal6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoH1nrELdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/vcdO57WnwcM/s400/emilyfinal6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254020533045177810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoLO_i7HvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/q99VE7L8gBo/s1600-h/emilyfinal7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoLO_i7HvI/AAAAAAAAAK0/q99VE7L8gBo/s400/emilyfinal7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254024267485093618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of the bridesmaids bouquets are slightly different. Since the girls will all be wearing different little black dresses, I thought it would be fun to keep their bouquets from being identical as well, and Diane agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoH1Ceu5II/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bWvfRAzFI_k/s1600-h/ryanbout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoH1Ceu5II/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bWvfRAzFI_k/s400/ryanbout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254020523061339266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a photo of Mr. Pineapple's bout. It is going to look great with his copper tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoH1f9FnkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9K07zlT-GdI/s1600-h/emilybridalbout1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoH1f9FnkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9K07zlT-GdI/s400/emilybridalbout1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254020530973285954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like the girls, the boys will all be wearing different gray suits. They will vary from light gray to very dark gray. We purchased &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/05/09/lets-hear-it-for-the-boys/#more-52606"&gt;their ties&lt;/a&gt;, all in the same cooper and champagne color pallette, but with different patterns. So, in keeping with the variation all the bouts and corsages are also different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoH1T7lqEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/5UkGnjwnVss/s1600-h/boutcorsage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoH1T7lqEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/5UkGnjwnVss/s400/boutcorsage2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254020527745771586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoLOTOv8oI/AAAAAAAAAKk/q1c1KbPV7-M/s1600-h/boutcorsage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoLOTOv8oI/AAAAAAAAAKk/q1c1KbPV7-M/s400/boutcorsage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254024255589315202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you have asked about Diane's pricing. Like fresh flowers, the price of a clay bouquet really depends on the type of flowers you would like. (The only difference is with clay you can have penoys in October and they will never ever die.) Her bridal bouquets range from $175-$400. Bridesmaids bouquets range from $65-$200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else having a fresh flower alternative for their bouquet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-4464757233794133611?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/4464757233794133611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=4464757233794133611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4464757233794133611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4464757233794133611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/10/clay-flower-completion.html' title='Clay Flower Completion!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOoHLE4XB8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pR5_8dgUndY/s72-c/flowers2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-7356407414357768953</id><published>2008-10-01T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:16:01.617-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Showered with Love: Highlights &amp; Hostesses</title><content type='html'>The Pineapple shower was, well, very Pineappley. There were handmade and illustrated pineapple mirror favors, pineapple punch, pineapple presents and I was dressed like a pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hostesses, Sister Pineapple and Bridesmaid Katie, were amazing. My mom helped me shop for thwir thank you gifts since she lives in south Florida where pineapples are quite popular.&lt;br /&gt;We gave them this wacky pineapple bag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOQfF0mWD3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/nt-bCEcSC8k/s1600-h/IMG_2439_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOQfF0mWD3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/nt-bCEcSC8k/s400/IMG_2439_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252357250300120946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOQfF5l0P1I/AAAAAAAAAJE/iSH6Ju26QRA/s1600-h/IMG_2436_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOQfF5l0P1I/AAAAAAAAAJE/iSH6Ju26QRA/s400/IMG_2436_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252357251640082258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOQfFZuU6QI/AAAAAAAAAI8/m0GQhqOp3nQ/s1600-h/IMG_2431_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOQfFZuU6QI/AAAAAAAAAI8/m0GQhqOp3nQ/s400/IMG_2431_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252357243085842690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside the bags and under the wrapping was a lime mojito candle and a huge bar of pineapple soap. It smells so good, but the taste leaves something to be desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOQdHaSD26I/AAAAAAAAAIk/fM6exq8dHi8/s1600-h/IMG_3300_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOQdHaSD26I/AAAAAAAAAIk/fM6exq8dHi8/s400/IMG_3300_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252355078572202914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom Pineapple and I baked a lot of little cupcakes and one realllly big cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of time and effort Katie and Krissy put into the shower was so incredibly touching. Hopefully, I can do the same for them sometime soon (**cough cough** Alex **cough**).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOQdHWWj6UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/y0kQhmVhnGM/s1600-h/IMG_3309LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOQdHWWj6UI/AAAAAAAAAIU/y0kQhmVhnGM/s400/IMG_3309LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252355077517338946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Pineapple ladies: Nana, me, Mom and Sister Pineapple Krissy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We played two games in addition to the cake decorating contest. The first game was really hard. Katie asked Mr. Pineapple two sets of questions a few days before the shower. The first set of questions were about him and the second set were about me. My job was to give Katie the same answers that Ryan did. For every question I got wrong I had to chew a piece of bubble gum. Oh man I had soooo much gum in my mouth at once no pictures will follow. I am pretty sure Mr. P got some of the questions about himself wrong. He said he likes to watch hockey live when really his favorite sport live is baseball, no matter what he thinks. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOQdHeqZZGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cYC2l5FafMM/s1600-h/IMG_3329_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOQdHeqZZGI/AAAAAAAAAIc/cYC2l5FafMM/s400/IMG_3329_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252355079748019298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second, we played bridal bingo. Sister Pineapple made the cards with words that described me such as "Line Dancing," "Pineapple," and "Weddingbee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOQdHiVUaCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/y6eWEwoUfCI/s1600-h/IMG_3380_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOQdHiVUaCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/y6eWEwoUfCI/s400/IMG_3380_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252355080733354018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Pineapple and I don't really have a traditional division of labor in our home. I do all the home improvement and he does all the cooking. Most of the gifts from his family were cooking related, including a copy of the family cookbook. Do you think they are trying to tell me something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOQdHlPPhPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/OyCqIqGDtAo/s1600-h/IMG_3394_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOQdHlPPhPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/OyCqIqGDtAo/s400/IMG_3394_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252355081513174258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom Pineapple gave me a box of fun things for the bachelorette party later that night. Including a pink cowboy hat and boas for all the girls (and one boy). We went to my favorite place of all time, Saddle Ridge. I line danced so much I was disgusting, but I kept the hat on the entire night. The party was so much fun, everyone line danced all night (even those who thought they hated country music) and I was even handcuffed at one point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were some of the highlights of your bridal shower?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-7356407414357768953?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/7356407414357768953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=7356407414357768953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/7356407414357768953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/7356407414357768953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/10/showered-with-love-highlights-hostesses.html' title='Showered with Love: Highlights &amp; Hostesses'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOQfF0mWD3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/nt-bCEcSC8k/s72-c/IMG_2439_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-3574639068535086509</id><published>2008-09-29T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:33:06.541-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Clay Flowers in Progress!</title><content type='html'>When I first stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://dkdesignshawaii.blogspot.com/"&gt;Diane's work&lt;/a&gt; I was amazed. I thought it would be cool and funky to have clay flowers, plus it was one less thing I would have to worry about. Having the flowers created and delivered before the wedding left out any surprises you may get from a florist on your wedding day. So, it seemed unusual, safe, affordable and a little off beat. It wasn't until Diane sent me photos of the &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/05/19/clay-flower-samples/"&gt;flower mock-ups&lt;/a&gt; a few months ago that I really became excited. Blown away doesn't even begin to describe how I feel about her work every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, with most of her summer weddings out of the way Diane has begun work on the flowers for our wedding. She has been working all day everyday since Saturday and sending me photos to document her progress. Here is what she has accomplished so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOEaJMODPCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Cwr4muAncLY/s1600-h/tuberose3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOEaJMODPCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Cwr4muAncLY/s400/tuberose3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251507385692011554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOEaTImwqqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/slHt2URsdYo/s1600-h/tuberose2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOEaTImwqqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/slHt2URsdYo/s400/tuberose2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251507556520602274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First she made the tuberoses. Each of the 40 flowers has 21 little petals. The detail is truly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next she began work on 60 pearl-centered stephanotis flowers, a creamy white peony with golden center cake topper, peonies, champagne peach roses and white/green ranunculus. For the photos she decided to put them into a bouquet similar to what the final result will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOEaSqu9AHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/073Iy2U6Lhc/s1600-h/emily-ip4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOEaSqu9AHI/AAAAAAAAAHk/073Iy2U6Lhc/s400/emily-ip4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251507548501901426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOEaJ8aVsmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-SuXLyHBmlc/s1600-h/emily-ip1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOEaJ8aVsmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-SuXLyHBmlc/s400/emily-ip1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251507398628455010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOEaKVyt7TI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LovcvIRh0q4/s1600-h/emily-ip3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOEaKVyt7TI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LovcvIRh0q4/s400/emily-ip3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251507405441592626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOEaJtXGu1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/LGTEsf0zuTM/s1600-h/caketopper1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOEaJtXGu1I/AAAAAAAAAHE/LGTEsf0zuTM/s400/caketopper1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251507394588359506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOEaJmUIidI/AAAAAAAAAHM/y_Z19XDPxPI/s1600-h/caketopper2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOEaJmUIidI/AAAAAAAAAHM/y_Z19XDPxPI/s400/caketopper2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251507392696846802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cake topper was a little bit of a late addition. After we picked out our wedding cake, I kept picturing a big white peony on top. So, I e-mailed Diane and she added it to my order. Left on her to do list for my bouquet is the copper colored roses, then she can start the flowers for the 5 bridesmaid bouquets and 9 corsages/boutonnieres. Whew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Mr. Pineapple and I are already married, I can safely say this is the part of the wedding I am most excited about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What part of your wedding are you looking forward to the most (other than marrying your significant other, of course)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-3574639068535086509?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/3574639068535086509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=3574639068535086509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3574639068535086509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3574639068535086509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/09/clay-flowers-in-progress.html' title='Clay Flowers in Progress!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SOEaJMODPCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Cwr4muAncLY/s72-c/tuberose3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-7498458151517173662</id><published>2008-09-29T14:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:40:06.380-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Showered with Love: Cake Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODbyBz6SxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vttZK1aMyK8/s1600-h/IMG_3331_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODbyBz6SxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vttZK1aMyK8/s400/IMG_3331_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251438818040105746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See that sign in the background? It says "Best Wishes Ryan &amp;amp; Emily" Bridesmaid Katie made that sign by cutting the letters out of pink paper. The amazing part if she didn't even draw them on the paper first, she just started cutting, even the ampersand. Very impressive. (For those font nerds out there Sister Pineapple and I called the letters Comic Serif :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple days before the shower, Mom Pineapple and I baked &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/09/11/bridan-shower-games/"&gt;mini wedding cakes&lt;/a&gt; for a cake decorating contest. The morning of the shower my bridesmaids and I mixed up different colors of frosting and filled decorating bags. Then each guest got a mini cake and we passed around the frosting.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODbyuJBswI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jnQlosBJxvg/s1600-h/IMG_3342_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODbyuJBswI/AAAAAAAAAGs/jnQlosBJxvg/s400/IMG_3342_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251438829939831554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODbyt0sHVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/SQutJ4e8h9c/s1600-h/IMG_3347_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODbyt0sHVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/SQutJ4e8h9c/s400/IMG_3347_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251438829854530898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODVetFWOXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4DZusp4yYik/s1600-h/IMG_3355_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODVetFWOXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4DZusp4yYik/s400/IMG_3355_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251431888988813682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm pretty sure this messy contest was a hit. We had prizes for the prettiest, most creative, most unusual and most colorful cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODVe2sn8xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/b_ddAR6gZMs/s1600-h/IMG_3362_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODVe2sn8xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/b_ddAR6gZMs/s400/IMG_3362_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251431891569472274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Aunt Laurie won for most colorful cake. We wanted her to be able to win a prize no matter what her cake looked like, so Sister Pineapple and I made up the most colorful category after seeing her finished cake. She loves sprinkles, a girl after my own heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODVnm4idRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dtQk1UglC-I/s1600-h/100_0864_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODVnm4idRI/AAAAAAAAAGU/dtQk1UglC-I/s400/100_0864_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251432041943299346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nana Pineapple won for most unusual because her cake was decorated with two hearts, but it was upside down. When I picked it to win the prize I assumed that the creator did it on purpose, turns out, not so much. Sorry Nana! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODVe1Q5NfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7sZJo7tby70/s1600-h/IMG_3361_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODVe1Q5NfI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7sZJo7tby70/s400/IMG_3361_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251431891184727538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bridesmaid Kim won most creative for her alien cake. She has been drawing this peanut-like alien for almost the entire time I have known her. It makes several appearances in year books as we grew up. Nice work Kimmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODVfFv5QHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gODQCW6WLUo/s1600-h/IMG_3372_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODVfFv5QHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gODQCW6WLUo/s400/IMG_3372_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251431895609720946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next up we have the prettiest cake belonging to my friend Lisa. Lisa just got married herself so she said she had spent a lot of time recently looking at cake designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODXLq956cI/AAAAAAAAAGc/maRNpnvZSck/s1600-h/IMG_3373_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODXLq956cI/AAAAAAAAAGc/maRNpnvZSck/s400/IMG_3373_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251433761026468290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And for the curious here is a shot of my freckles and my cake, it's plaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite bridal shower game?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-7498458151517173662?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/7498458151517173662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=7498458151517173662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/7498458151517173662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/7498458151517173662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/09/showered-with-love-cake-contest.html' title='Showered with Love: Cake Contest'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODbyBz6SxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vttZK1aMyK8/s72-c/IMG_3331_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-314777807913628065</id><published>2008-09-29T08:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:56:35.485-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>All Dolled Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODKw_dCNHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xLnT4caX4hw/s1600-h/100_0792_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODKw_dCNHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xLnT4caX4hw/s400/100_0792_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251420108529742962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Requisite before shot, I think I like this look even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came to having my hair and make-up done for the wedding I had a plan, a good one, but no back-up. So, when it came to the hair trial I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; hoping things would go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wedding is going to take place in down town Pittsburgh. The club that is hosting our festivities, and where we will be getting ready the morning of, is on the 4th-7th floors of the building. Coincidentally, there is a hair salon on the second floor. The salon is part of a regional chain called Philip Pelusi. I have been going to two different branches since moving to Pittsburgh and have always been very happy with the results. The price is right too, about $35 for your average haircut and style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my trial scheduled for the morning of my bridal shower so that I had a reason to looked fancy pants. It also worked out well because I could confirm with my friends whether or not it was the right look for me. Mom Pineapple came along with me and also had her hair cut. She is almost as bad as I am when it comes to going to the salon, for her it had been a year since her last cut and for me 18 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two of my&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/08/20/hair-doing/"&gt; inspiration images&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODKwyxWbmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/C5eRPwWimrY/s1600-h/2015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODKwyxWbmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/C5eRPwWimrY/s400/2015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251420105125293666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She first dyed my hair back to what is probably my natural color, a deep brown. Then she cut off about 4 inches, my hair was in bad shape. Then she straighten and curled it, putting it halfway up like in the second photo. It just didn't feel like me. I look a lot younger than I am to begin with (in fact, the stylist thought I was the 17 year old little sister of the bride from another bridal party who was in there at the same time we were) and it made me look even younger. I felt like a middle school homecoming queen or something, not a bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I asked her to take it down. Sorry the photo is fuzzy, my mom's camera seemed to be on the fritz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODN2HLQgEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JUHIesN1Qdw/s1600-h/100_0833_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODN2HLQgEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/JUHIesN1Qdw/s400/100_0833_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251423495036895298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soft and simple, done and done.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODKxtvU8vI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SyJTYxaplRQ/s1600-h/100_0821_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODKxtvU8vI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SyJTYxaplRQ/s400/100_0821_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251420120954499826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For make-up I didn't bring any of my &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/09/11/making-up-is-hard-to-do/"&gt;inspiration photos&lt;/a&gt; with me, I just used some of the key phrases you all taught me. :) I pretty much just told her that I was thinking I would like warm colors and nothing too over the top. She said, oh good, me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the final result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODL1x3oNhI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AINNL3TZOE4/s1600-h/100_0827_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODL1x3oNhI/AAAAAAAAAFU/AINNL3TZOE4/s400/100_0827_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251421290294162962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Self-portrait in a mirror, perfect for my new myspace photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Did you have your hair trial on the morning of a special occasion?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-314777807913628065?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/314777807913628065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=314777807913628065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/314777807913628065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/314777807913628065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-dolled-up.html' title='All Dolled Up'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SODKw_dCNHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xLnT4caX4hw/s72-c/100_0792_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-1362536999874851479</id><published>2008-09-29T08:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:56:09.191-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>October 18th: The Sweetest Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNuremyLbsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8vzrIPsAqlY/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNuremyLbsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8vzrIPsAqlY/s400/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249978332925882050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/65823142@N00/846316607/"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When Mr. Pineapple and I first started talking about possible wedding dates our first thought was sometime in October. We were looking at venues more than a year in advance were surprised by how limited the available dates were, especially here in somewhat sleepy western, PA. Our goal date was October 25th, simply because it was a nice simple number. When we decided we to get married at The Rivers Club, October 25th was booked by a bar mitzvah so October 18th became our new future wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately added "Wedding!!!" to my calendar and discovered that October 18th was noted as "Sweetest Day." I thought "Well, that's cute, but what the heck is Sweetest Day?" So, I turned to the knower of all things, the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what is Sweetest Day? Celebrated on the third Saturday of every October, it is pretty much Valentine's Day to celebrate people you just kind of like a lot in addition to those you love. It is described by Retail Confectioners International as an "occasion which offers all of us an opportunity to remember not only the sick, aged and orphaned, but also friends, relatives and associates whose helpfulness and kindness we have enjoyed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how a lot of people say Valentine's Day was just invented by greeting card and candy makers to drum up business? There are two stories that describe the origin of Sweetest Day. One story is that it originated as an act of philanthropy by a candy company employee named Herbert Birch Kingston who wanted to give gifts to the forgotten such as orphans and shut-ins. The other story is that it really was invented by candy makers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first mention of The Sweetest Day can be found in the October 8th, 1921 edition of the Cleveland newspaper, The Plain Dealer. The paper says that the holiday was planned by a committee of 12 candy makers. The Sweetest Day in the Year Committee distributed over 20,000 boxes of candy to "newsboys, orphans, old folks, and the poor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sweetest Day never really caught on like the candy makers had hoped. It is still celebrated by a few cities in the U.S. such as Cleveland, Buffalo, and Detroit. Pittsburgh is nestled amongst these cities, so I was surprised that I had never heard of the holiday before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sources:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweetest_Day"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theromantic.com/sweetestday.htm"&gt;The Romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sharing your wedding day with another holiday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-1362536999874851479?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/1362536999874851479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=1362536999874851479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/1362536999874851479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/1362536999874851479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/09/october-18th-sweetest-day.html' title='October 18th: The Sweetest Day'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNuremyLbsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8vzrIPsAqlY/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-6113795046083956358</id><published>2008-09-29T08:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:55:34.396-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Attire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>A Wedding in a Week: Getting Ready</title><content type='html'>After this post, it is time to say goodbye to our wedding in a week and get back to planning our October wedding. I just wanted to share with you some final photos and tidbits, beginning with a little better shot of my dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj3Y4cABZI/AAAAAAAAABA/TQLh8Wf06fE/s1600-h/100_0973_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj3Y4cABZI/AAAAAAAAABA/TQLh8Wf06fE/s400/100_0973_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249217372539061650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The reason for the wrap was two fold. Since I didn't have time for any alterations the fit was not quite right. The top of the dress was a bit too loose. No one else probably would have noticed, but it made me more comfortable to wear the shall. I am going to take it to a seamstress to add straps before it makes another appearance for the rehearsal and dinner. The second reason was the coming of fall. It was a bit chilly out and I felt silly bearing so much skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my parents were married my paternal grandmother made a hanky for my mom to carry with her down the aisle. She tucked it into her waistband and I pinned it under the lace of my gown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj3X7vwnLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kF9V237rosE/s1600-h/100_0949_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj3X7vwnLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kF9V237rosE/s400/100_0949_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249217356247375026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj3YawyhnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PCd09-RwlPs/s1600-h/100_0967_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj3YawyhnI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PCd09-RwlPs/s400/100_0967_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249217364573193842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My grandmother passed away when I was 8 years old, so it was really special to have something that she made with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj3XsCWNoI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0bnIXDGb80M/s1600-h/100_0946_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj3XsCWNoI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0bnIXDGb80M/s400/100_0946_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249217352030369410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting ready was not the normal big to-do for this wedding. Mr. Pineapple left about 20 minutes ahead of me so I could slip on my dress without him seeing and add a little lip gloss. As you can see, I decided to wear my glasses fearing I would start to cry and loose my contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you carry anything special with you down the aisle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-6113795046083956358?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/6113795046083956358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=6113795046083956358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6113795046083956358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6113795046083956358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/09/wedding-in-week-getting-ready.html' title='A Wedding in a Week: Getting Ready'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj3Y4cABZI/AAAAAAAAABA/TQLh8Wf06fE/s72-c/100_0973_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-3879888992840978429</id><published>2008-09-29T08:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:54:29.637-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><title type='text'>A Wedding in a Week: Rehearsal Dinner and Cake</title><content type='html'>Believe it or not we had a rehearsal dinner for our quicky wedding. Well, at least that is what we are calling it. Friday night my parents, Mr. Pineapple, myself, and Oliver &amp;amp; Rooney the dogs roasted hot dogs and marshmallows down at the pond where we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj-GVrocAI/AAAAAAAAABY/zq3bNv0vEZs/s1600-h/100_0922_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj-GVrocAI/AAAAAAAAABY/zq3bNv0vEZs/s400/100_0922_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249224750553133058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our house is the white one you can see off in the distance. We live on a 100 acre farm, which is very relaxing during crazy times like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj-HmAyvHI/AAAAAAAAABw/LT2jLILE94w/s1600-h/100_0930_edit_LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj-HmAyvHI/AAAAAAAAABw/LT2jLILE94w/s400/100_0930_edit_LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249224772116724850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rooney spent the RD eating sticks and choking on acorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj-HXV-u3I/AAAAAAAAABo/zwf9FwiPLNs/s1600-h/100_0929_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj-HXV-u3I/AAAAAAAAABo/zwf9FwiPLNs/s400/100_0929_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249224768179059570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see it was COLD. Here I am rocking about 5 layers including a massive CMU sweatshirt. I am one beautiful bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj-GzK1-cI/AAAAAAAAABg/fIh_8M9omZM/s1600-h/100_0928_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj-GzK1-cI/AAAAAAAAABg/fIh_8M9omZM/s400/100_0928_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249224758468671938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Mr. Pineapple making our gourmet hot dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the day Mom Pineapple and I baked the wedding cake. When I was a very little girl, I used to watch my mom's cake decorating videos over and over. I was most amazed by the frosting roses, that were made so effortlessly. My dad also tells stories of his mom's amazing wedding cakes. So, when I had to opportunity to test my own skills, I jumped at the chance. I was really hoping I would be the next Bob Ross of cake decorating. Turns out, not so much. I think I need more practice, our cake looks like it has spikey hair. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj57wzUCII/AAAAAAAAABI/r64vMOkbDIE/s1600-h/IMG_3658_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj57wzUCII/AAAAAAAAABI/r64vMOkbDIE/s400/IMG_3658_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249220170808035458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj579wICOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HjkKFLpePjI/s1600-h/IMG_3660_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj579wICOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HjkKFLpePjI/s400/IMG_3660_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249220174284327138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Luckily it tasted better than it looked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever try your hand at cake decorating? Any tips for me? (Like avoiding all those peaks on top of my dollops.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-3879888992840978429?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/3879888992840978429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=3879888992840978429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3879888992840978429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3879888992840978429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/09/wedding-in-week-rehearsal-dinner-and.html' title='A Wedding in a Week: Rehearsal Dinner and Cake'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj-GVrocAI/AAAAAAAAABY/zq3bNv0vEZs/s72-c/100_0922_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-6018636122790108617</id><published>2008-09-26T11:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:49:06.828-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graphic Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Stationary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Typography'/><title type='text'>Emily Ink Etsy Store!</title><content type='html'>Today I set up shop at &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5990432"&gt;www.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;. I am so excited and hopefully I will be able to continue working in weddings after my planning is all said and done! Here is a sneak peak of the custom invitations I have up for sale:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SN0D8l4gHZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/oJHyvGYWw1g/s1600-h/IMG_3761_editEtsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SN0D8l4gHZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/oJHyvGYWw1g/s400/IMG_3761_editEtsy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250357080079998354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SN0D8qNq-vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eq2oJeml3Jc/s1600-h/IMG_3762_editEtsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SN0D8qNq-vI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eq2oJeml3Jc/s400/IMG_3762_editEtsy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250357081242532594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SN0D9Fw4qnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/aH5ajQ0nwj4/s1600-h/IMG_3763_editEtsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SN0D9Fw4qnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/aH5ajQ0nwj4/s400/IMG_3763_editEtsy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250357088637987442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SN0D9L0i6MI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pshQcxJcAJg/s1600-h/IMG_3766_editEtsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SN0D9L0i6MI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pshQcxJcAJg/s400/IMG_3766_editEtsy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250357090263951554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SN0D8VC9wEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7byw1XFswYQ/s1600-h/IMG_3756_etsyEtsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SN0D8VC9wEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7byw1XFswYQ/s400/IMG_3756_etsyEtsy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250357075560480834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SN0Dn0mD_2I/AAAAAAAAADk/HCfJhCxMzG0/s1600-h/IMG_3754_editEtsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SN0DBiLOC8I/AAAAAAAAACU/HJTeJbc5qNw/s400/IMG_3735_editEtsy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250356065472482242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SN0DBr-r6sI/AAAAAAAAACc/7NmJHWsXHCM/s1600-h/IMG_3737_editEtsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SN0DBr-r6sI/AAAAAAAAACc/7NmJHWsXHCM/s400/IMG_3737_editEtsy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250356068104268482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SN0DByqXgxI/AAAAAAAAACk/eqzkeI4KA38/s1600-h/IMG_3768_editEtsy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SN0DByqXgxI/AAAAAAAAACk/eqzkeI4KA38/s400/IMG_3768_editEtsy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250356069898093330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-6018636122790108617?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/6018636122790108617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=6018636122790108617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6018636122790108617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6018636122790108617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/09/emily-ink-etsy-store.html' title='Emily Ink Etsy Store!'/><author><name>Emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807263761013084410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SNj16x7VX-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zCs-oOTiU/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2MHywD6-0k/SN0D8l4gHZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/oJHyvGYWw1g/s72-c/IMG_3761_editEtsy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-4685013189967710272</id><published>2008-09-23T09:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:01:53.954-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><title type='text'>A Wedding in a Week: Bouquets</title><content type='html'>Since &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/09/22/you-do-sweet-me-too/"&gt;our wedding&lt;/a&gt; was planned in such a whirlwind, I didn't have time to show you all of the finishing touches. For my bouquet Mr. Pineapple and I went to the local grocery store and picked up some flowers. I picked a big bunch of funky purple and green flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNjjGcLkQFI/AAAAAAAABTU/SVcrqu9YSXM/s1600-h/IMG_3663_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNjjGcLkQFI/AAAAAAAABTU/SVcrqu9YSXM/s400/IMG_3663_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249195065483739218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just started with one flower/stem at a time and clustered them together, trimming the stems as I went. When I got about half way through the flower bunch I wrapped the stems tightly together with floral wire. Once finished with the bunch I wrapped it once again with floral wire at the top and at the base of the stems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNjjGnrZ75I/AAAAAAAABTc/y73dM630qCU/s1600-h/IMG_3668_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNjjGnrZ75I/AAAAAAAABTc/y73dM630qCU/s400/IMG_3668_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249195068570070930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Dad Pineapple doing a lovely job modeling the bouquet. (Fun fact about Dad Pineapple he owns over 50 plaid shirts, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vast &lt;/span&gt;majority of his wardrobe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I wrapped the stems with champagne satin ribbon. Originally I thought I may need to use hot glue periodically to hold the ribbon in place, but it turned out I didn't need to. I wrapped from the top of the stems to the bottom and then back up again. It's not a perfect job, but it was good practice for when I wrap my clay flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNjjHRJ31vI/AAAAAAAABTk/vS-_psdgunY/s1600-h/IMG_3670_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNjjHRJ31vI/AAAAAAAABTk/vS-_psdgunY/s400/IMG_3670_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249195079703713522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I used pearl-headed pins to secure the ribbon. The pins were in the jewelry making section at Michael's, it took me a while to find them. I just kind of eye-balled a straight line, again not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNjjHoo1oiI/AAAAAAAABTs/3npHnQ61R6k/s1600-h/IMG_3671_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNjjHoo1oiI/AAAAAAAABTs/3npHnQ61R6k/s400/IMG_3671_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249195086007607842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the finished handle:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNjjIA6zZbI/AAAAAAAABT0/Dr2RL7ma_R8/s1600-h/IMG_3676_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNjjIA6zZbI/AAAAAAAABT0/Dr2RL7ma_R8/s400/IMG_3676_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249195092525409714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just kept the bouquet in a glass with about an inch of water until the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my our flower girl (Mother in Law Pineapple) and matron of honor (Mom Pineapple) we purchases half dozens of roses. Our flowers girl's were pink, her favorite color and the MOH's were yellow, the color of the flowers at her own wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNjn0BJBecI/AAAAAAAABT8/nuoVqq1de7Q/s1600-h/IMG_3683_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNjn0BJBecI/AAAAAAAABT8/nuoVqq1de7Q/s400/IMG_3683_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249200246545807810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are on the subject of flowers. Here is a shot of my &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/09/18/a-wedding-in-a-week-hair-flower/"&gt;hair flower&lt;/a&gt; for those of you wondering what it looked like in action:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNjfpq_AlmI/AAAAAAAABTM/PynJQNbocWE/s1600-h/IMG_3689_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNjfpq_AlmI/AAAAAAAABTM/PynJQNbocWE/s400/IMG_3689_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249191272706512482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you DIY your bouquet or handle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-4685013189967710272?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/4685013189967710272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=4685013189967710272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4685013189967710272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4685013189967710272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/09/wedding-in-week-bouquets.html' title='A Wedding in a Week: Bouquets'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNjjGcLkQFI/AAAAAAAABTU/SVcrqu9YSXM/s72-c/IMG_3663_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-1479903040443990883</id><published>2008-09-22T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:44:14.152-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>You do? Sweet me too!</title><content type='html'>We are married! Mr. Pineapple and I had a funky sweet ceremony this Saturday and now it is official. We are a family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple shots taken quickly outside the Magistrate's office in Clymer, PA. (Pardon our funny faces, it is hard to smile and squint at the same time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNfA6W_bNEI/AAAAAAAABTE/80iGE60ZDjQ/s1600-h/100_0964_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNfA6W_bNEI/AAAAAAAABTE/80iGE60ZDjQ/s400/100_0964_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248875999560152130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad Pineapple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNfA6KFM-5I/AAAAAAAABS8/PVYwQvC4GcA/s1600-h/100_0963_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNfA6KFM-5I/AAAAAAAABS8/PVYwQvC4GcA/s400/100_0963_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248875996094725010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Law Pineapples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely a ceremony to remember. When we arrived at the magistrate's office the judge was in a polo and sneakers. Here is where I got scared: he had a huge chunk of chewing tobacco stuck in his bottom lip. Little pieces were creeping onto his teeth and all I could think was "oh dear, what are we doing here..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said to Mr. Pineapple, holding the ceremony Mr. P had written a couple days earlier, "Um, do you mind if we just use mine? It's shorter." The ceremony Mr. P had written included some very sweet parts that described the importance of our early wedding. So he said to the judge, "Well, I would really like to use ours." The judge: "I mean it's just going to take a while." Then Mr. P said "Do you have an extra minute?" and the judge agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I was a bit annoyed, but tried not to let it bother me too much. Mr. P and I had a few minutes together while the judge put on his robe and our parents got seated in the chambers. We decided to walk up to the judge together holding hands, rather than have any sort of aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the judge began I could only think about Mr. Pineapple. We held hands the entire time squeezing each other and smiling whenever the judge would stumble over Mr. Pineapple's words. The vows were all together funny, touching and amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Pineapple and I have been living together for most of our relationship, yet the last couple of days I have felt closer to him than ever. I can't wait to do it all over again in less than 4 weeks! This time no chewing tobaccy will be involved. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-1479903040443990883?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/1479903040443990883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=1479903040443990883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/1479903040443990883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/1479903040443990883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-do-sweet-me-too.html' title='You do? Sweet me too!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNfA6W_bNEI/AAAAAAAABTE/80iGE60ZDjQ/s72-c/100_0964_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-5838472615360884126</id><published>2008-09-19T08:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:46:25.319-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>A Wedding in a Week: The Last Day</title><content type='html'>When you first decide to get married everyone tells you "the wedding will be here in no time!" Boy oh boy were they right! It feels like it has only been a week! Wait a minute... it has. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is my last day as a single girl. We still have a few things left on our to do list before tomorrow. For one, Mom Pineapple and I are going to bake a wedding cake. It won't be anything fancy, but it will be white. Mr. Pineapple and I are also going to pick up some flowers from the local market. Then I will attempt a DIY handle wrapped bouquet. Finally, we have to plan the reception. And by reception I mean decide where we want to go to dinner after the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Physically, I am as sick as a dog. I'm pretty sure a few days ago I swallowed a golf ball and it lodged itself in my throat then spontaneously combusted. I also forget what it is like to breathe out of both sides of my nose at the same time. This is what my body does when I get stressed. I attempted to graduate from college with 103.8 degree fever and failed. (Still got my degree though, no worries.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally, it is just starting to hit me that tomorrow I will be married. It was hard for this wedding to seem "real" after planning our October wedding to such detail for the last year. Plus according to Facebook our wedding is still 29 days away, so how could it be tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Mr. Pineapple wrote the most amazing ceremony I could ever imagine. Once I reached the line "Ryan, you may kiss your bride," it hit me like a ton of bricks. Mr. Pineapple will be my husband tomorrow. And I am the luckiest girl in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-5838472615360884126?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/5838472615360884126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=5838472615360884126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/5838472615360884126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/5838472615360884126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/09/wedding-in-week-last-day.html' title='A Wedding in a Week: The Last Day'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-4621604295513364712</id><published>2008-09-18T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:33:10.265-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Attire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><title type='text'>A Wedding in a Week: Hair Flower</title><content type='html'>Earlier this week I posted about &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/09/17/a-wedding-in-a-week-the-dress/"&gt;my new 'second first wedding' dress&lt;/a&gt;. I wasn't sure if I should wait to wear my veil for the October wedding or if I should wear it to both. A few readers suggested I wear a hair flower. What a great idea! Why didn't I think of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have loved to order one from Etsy, there are so many cute options, but time is against me. So, I decided to try and make one myself. I headed to Michael's not really knowing what I was doing and armed with a short shopping list:&lt;br /&gt;Silk Flower&lt;br /&gt;Feathers&lt;br /&gt;Barrettes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNKcDkizJVI/AAAAAAAABSM/aTZsxlxDCoo/s1600-h/IMG_3636_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNKcDkizJVI/AAAAAAAABSM/aTZsxlxDCoo/s400/IMG_3636_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247428101003224402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a close-up of the peony I picked out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNKcDw-f8xI/AAAAAAAABSU/1ZjCckn8cRE/s1600-h/IMG_3637_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNKcDw-f8xI/AAAAAAAABSU/1ZjCckn8cRE/s400/IMG_3637_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247428104340632338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I then took apart the peony (&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/05/05/shortie-diys-a-bouquet-worth-tossing/"&gt;like Miss Shortcake taught me&lt;/a&gt;) and this is what I was left with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNKcEd6yZ8I/AAAAAAAABSc/__JN-e8SN6I/s1600-h/IMG_3639_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNKcEd6yZ8I/AAAAAAAABSc/__JN-e8SN6I/s400/IMG_3639_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247428116404660162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I chose some of the smaller petals and glued them together. Then I added a couple feathers and a pearl I had left over from another project. Here is the final product:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNKcEYQKT_I/AAAAAAAABSk/9rTwhOwjkq0/s1600-h/IMG_3641_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNKcEYQKT_I/AAAAAAAABSk/9rTwhOwjkq0/s400/IMG_3641_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247428114883694578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took me all of five minutes and I am pleasantly surprised with the results.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the cost breakdown:&lt;br /&gt;Peony: $2 (50% off)&lt;br /&gt;Barrettes: $1.50 (50% off)&lt;br /&gt;Feathers: $1.50&lt;br /&gt;Total: $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Have you ever tried your hand at making a hair flower?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-4621604295513364712?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/4621604295513364712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=4621604295513364712' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4621604295513364712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4621604295513364712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/09/wedding-in-week-hair-flower.html' title='A Wedding in a Week: Hair Flower'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNKcDkizJVI/AAAAAAAABSM/aTZsxlxDCoo/s72-c/IMG_3636_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-3638417020644313036</id><published>2008-09-18T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:32:02.495-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graphic Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Stationary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Typography'/><title type='text'>Invites for Another Bride</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago someone stumbled upon my Winter Berries invite that I had originally imagined for our wedding. I jumped at the opportunity! She asked me if I could alter the colors a bit for her wedding this December. So, without further ado here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNF8Yr3ARGI/AAAAAAAABR0/INCPHYUxe5Q/s1600-h/IMG_2312_Ginna1LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNF8Yr3ARGI/AAAAAAAABR0/INCPHYUxe5Q/s400/IMG_2312_Ginna1LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247111804395471970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNF8YpQRWkI/AAAAAAAABR8/88UOYOUDQTE/s1600-h/IMG_2316_Ginna3LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNF8YpQRWkI/AAAAAAAABR8/88UOYOUDQTE/s400/IMG_2316_Ginna3LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247111803696142914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNF8Y_EKRLI/AAAAAAAABSE/gEfO5nzoI9w/s1600-h/IMG_2325_Ginna4LR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNF8Y_EKRLI/AAAAAAAABSE/gEfO5nzoI9w/s400/IMG_2325_Ginna4LR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247111809550927026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been so much fun working with Ginna on her invites since I finished our many moons ago. Plus I have really gotten a lot of mileage out of my Xyron sticker maker thinger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you found yourself loving helping other brides to be with their planning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-3638417020644313036?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/3638417020644313036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=3638417020644313036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3638417020644313036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3638417020644313036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/09/invites-for-another-bride.html' title='Invites for Another Bride'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SNF8Yr3ARGI/AAAAAAAABR0/INCPHYUxe5Q/s72-c/IMG_2312_Ginna1LR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-8861106543706346774</id><published>2008-09-18T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:31:31.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wedding in a Week: The Dress</title><content type='html'>to see my new dress click here:&lt;br /&gt;http://pineapplewedding.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;...not you Ryan :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-8861106543706346774?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/8861106543706346774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=8861106543706346774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/8861106543706346774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/8861106543706346774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/09/wedding-in-week-dress.html' title='A Wedding in a Week: The Dress'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-6995695620323879717</id><published>2008-09-17T08:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:32:02.833-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>A Wedding in a Week: The License</title><content type='html'>The morning after we decided to get married early, Mr. Pineapple and I headed to the Indiana, Pennsylvania courthouse. Armed with my camera and identification we were greeted by Jimmy Stewart and probably the only metal detector within 60 miles. (Jimmy Stewart is Indiana's claim to fame along with being the Christmas Tree Capitol of the World - possibly a self-proclamation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SM8Bd1Kk-ZI/AAAAAAAABRU/U6ZBkIfapUY/s1600-h/IMG_2488_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SM8Bd1Kk-ZI/AAAAAAAABRU/U6ZBkIfapUY/s400/IMG_2488_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246413702909196690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I always get slightly nervous when it comes to quizzes and they had a lot of questions for us. Luckily the hardest one was when they asked for Mr. P's occupation. So I said, "Well, on Weddingbee we call you Student Affairs Administration" and he said "Oh! That works." (The second hardest was spelling my parents' hometown of Loxahatchee correctly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently we got enough of the questions right because they gave us this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SM8BeBRbmVI/AAAAAAAABRc/oULBwKFkvJQ/s1600-h/IMG_2490_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SM8BeBRbmVI/AAAAAAAABRc/oULBwKFkvJQ/s400/IMG_2490_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246413706159167826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can't you hear the angels singing? Look at that gold graphic. Fancy pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SM8BeXUdVRI/AAAAAAAABRk/-Zw8E_TiO7o/s1600-h/IMG_3497_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SM8BeXUdVRI/AAAAAAAABRk/-Zw8E_TiO7o/s400/IMG_3497_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246413712077444370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside the envelope was our Marriage Certificate. They gave it to us right away, but we were not allowed to us it for 72 hours. So, it is sitting next to my computer singing "I've got a golden ticket! I've got a golden chance to make my day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why people say weddings are expensive. Really all you need is a willing partner and this magical paper. The partner is free and the paper was only $30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was it like getting your marriage license?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-6995695620323879717?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/6995695620323879717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=6995695620323879717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6995695620323879717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6995695620323879717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/09/wedding-in-week-license.html' title='A Wedding in a Week: The License'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SM8Bd1Kk-ZI/AAAAAAAABRU/U6ZBkIfapUY/s72-c/IMG_2488_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-3204909908337884738</id><published>2008-09-14T21:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:47:51.126-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Our Second First Wedding</title><content type='html'>The last four months have been full of changes in the Pineapple household, a new home, new jobs, a new puppy. The biggest change we were planning for October 18 - our wedding. For many reasons, the most important being our love for one another and our families, we have decided to get married this week - a month earlier than our original plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what does this mean for us exactly? Well, we are still going to have our wedding, almost as planned, in October. The main difference being we will already be a family. We are going to write our October ceremony as a vow renewal. There may be some changes as far as officiating and such, but we still plan to have a fancy party and a poofy dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want this "second first wedding" to be simple, but still as special as any wedding should be. In the next few days I will share with you my adventures in planning a wedding in less than a week. There will be a new dress, new flowers, a new location and of course the legalities of a license and a magistrate. It should be a pretty easy wedding to plan. We already have everything we need - our parents, one another, and a whole lotta love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-3204909908337884738?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/3204909908337884738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=3204909908337884738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3204909908337884738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3204909908337884738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-second-first-wedding.html' title='Our Second First Wedding'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-7140624689080286844</id><published>2008-09-10T19:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:32:47.317-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Making Up is Hard to Do</title><content type='html'>I have been painting since I was 5 years old, but hand me a makeup brush and I freeze. Invitations, aisle runner, centerpieces, programs, guest book? No Problem. I just to DIY almost any project I can imagine. Makeup? No thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, before the bridal shower and bachelorette party, I will be going for my hair and makeup trial. I am not sure where to begin when asked what kind of look I am hoping for. Here are some photos I collected from &lt;a href="http://www.projectwedding.com/"&gt;ProjectWedding.com&lt;/a&gt;. I think these ladies are hot and I am hoping it is party because of their makeup and I can have a bit of their hotness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMhYTeaD-II/AAAAAAAABQ0/1ccsyPKm3Tg/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMhYTeaD-II/AAAAAAAABQ0/1ccsyPKm3Tg/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244538857676077186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMhYTiMneRI/AAAAAAAABQ8/YYb7lBOHFOw/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMhYTiMneRI/AAAAAAAABQ8/YYb7lBOHFOw/s400/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244538858693425426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMhYT8keOAI/AAAAAAAABRE/m1aN5hoxsBk/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMhYT8keOAI/AAAAAAAABRE/m1aN5hoxsBk/s400/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244538865772804098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMhYUQ3JLgI/AAAAAAAABRM/q-jvIJ9OnoU/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMhYUQ3JLgI/AAAAAAAABRM/q-jvIJ9OnoU/s400/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244538871219826178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What do you think? What key words are important in order to convey that I don't want to be too pink or too drag queen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-7140624689080286844?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/7140624689080286844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=7140624689080286844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/7140624689080286844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/7140624689080286844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/09/making-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Making Up is Hard to Do'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMhYTeaD-II/AAAAAAAABQ0/1ccsyPKm3Tg/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-681029351099879387</id><published>2008-09-10T18:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:58:39.116-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>1 Little, 2 Little, 36 Little Wedding Cakes</title><content type='html'>Since Sister Pineapple/Maid of Honor lives in New York, Mom Pineapple and I are giving her a hand by doing some of the bridal shower projects she had originally planned to do when she got here. One of which is the one I had heard whispers about a couple months ago: a wedding cake decorating contest! I know the games are usually a surprise, but I am glad to help out my sister. I can't imagine her doing everything the night before the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMhNioS3qAI/AAAAAAAABQs/05YsHYVxW28/s1600-h/8d99_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMhNioS3qAI/AAAAAAAABQs/05YsHYVxW28/s400/8d99_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244527023400396802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Sister Pineapple bought two of these Wilton Mini Wedding Cake pans from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wilton-6-Cavity-Mini-Tiered-Cake-Pan/dp/B0001V5QFM"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt; and sent them to me. So, Mom Pineapple and I bought 7 white cake mixes, a couple dozen eggs and 14 tubs of frosting. Yeah we cheated, these cakes aren't from scratch. Just don't tell Martha, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMhMGztA1DI/AAAAAAAABQU/iQEgVKQ7xFg/s1600-h/IMG_2465_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMhMGztA1DI/AAAAAAAABQU/iQEgVKQ7xFg/s400/IMG_2465_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244525445914874930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is times like these that I really want that stand mixer we registered for. This mixer is quite powerful though, I am pretty sure the low setting could still mix concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMhMGGE_0CI/AAAAAAAABQM/9JO2ci4sKms/s1600-h/IMG_2461_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMhMGGE_0CI/AAAAAAAABQM/9JO2ci4sKms/s400/IMG_2461_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244525433667440674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cakes were much bigger than I had pictured. Each wedding cake used about the same amount of batter as two cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMhMHALC2NI/AAAAAAAABQc/nFybj48dZK0/s1600-h/IMG_2476_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMhMHALC2NI/AAAAAAAABQc/nFybj48dZK0/s400/IMG_2476_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244525449262061778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course they baked up all poofy, so we cut the bumps off of the tops so they would lay flat when time to decorate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMhMHdc9WdI/AAAAAAAABQk/65JiHiVHB_c/s1600-h/IMG_2481_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMhMHdc9WdI/AAAAAAAABQk/65JiHiVHB_c/s400/IMG_2481_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244525457121827282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Voila! 36 mini wedding cakes! It took a few hours and it was not the only baking project we did yesterday, but more on that later. My sister and I both have backgrounds in fine arts, so maybe that is why we are so excited. Or maybe it is because it is the only part of the shower I know about. Either way, I am looking forward to tapping into my inner &lt;a href="http://www.charmcitycakes.com/noflash/"&gt;Ace of Cakes&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you help out with any of your bridal shower planning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-681029351099879387?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/681029351099879387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=681029351099879387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/681029351099879387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/681029351099879387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/09/1-little-2-little-36-little-wedding.html' title='1 Little, 2 Little, 36 Little Wedding Cakes'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMhNioS3qAI/AAAAAAAABQs/05YsHYVxW28/s72-c/8d99_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-3218868291953187273</id><published>2008-09-08T16:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:14:36.190-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Stationary'/><title type='text'>Thank You! Already!</title><content type='html'>Five weeks before the wedding and we have already received three gifts! They are all very thoughtful and I knew I needed to get my thank you cards made or Emily Post would find a way to track me down and haunt my dreams of wedded bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do something clean and simple that would fit with the look of &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/07/10/the-invitations-2/"&gt;the invitations&lt;/a&gt;. So, using the copper paper and typeface from the invites, Mom Pineapple and I made these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMV_weKXivI/AAAAAAAABPU/MJ_nmWPo6lI/s1600-h/IMG_2459_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMV_weKXivI/AAAAAAAABPU/MJ_nmWPo6lI/s400/IMG_2459_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243737811849808626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you are new to DIY stationary and want to make your own invites, I think the thank yous are a great place to start. Plus, you'll get them out of the way early. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMWE0UlGuOI/AAAAAAAABPk/e-SxmYlE050/s1600-h/IMG_2401_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMWE0UlGuOI/AAAAAAAABPk/e-SxmYlE050/s400/IMG_2401_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243743375555213538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We started with a sheet of "thank yous" printed on heavyweight matte paper (basically a smooth finish card stock), copper card stock, a paper cutter and a Xyron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMWE0BG35sI/AAAAAAAABPc/sok_xUarXPc/s1600-h/IMG_2400_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMWE0BG35sI/AAAAAAAABPc/sok_xUarXPc/s400/IMG_2400_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243743370328139458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just printed these out on my printer at home with trim lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMWE0aKSbcI/AAAAAAAABPs/SXg-djCrYVY/s1600-h/IMG_2402_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMWE0aKSbcI/AAAAAAAABPs/SXg-djCrYVY/s400/IMG_2402_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243743377053347266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom Pineapple helped me run the sheets through the Xyron, the who time saying "Oooo! I neeeed one of these!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMWE03m1ekI/AAAAAAAABP8/365ptF6nP1E/s1600-h/IMG_2412_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMWE03m1ekI/AAAAAAAABP8/365ptF6nP1E/s400/IMG_2412_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243743384957712962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then onto cutting them apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMWE0gTWemI/AAAAAAAABP0/6dnYusAR_EY/s1600-h/IMG_2409_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMWE0gTWemI/AAAAAAAABP0/6dnYusAR_EY/s400/IMG_2409_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243743378701974114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did the same with the copper paper, running it through the Xyron and then cutting them a little larger than the thank yous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMWE_duw8lI/AAAAAAAABQE/4NtQz_SUx0k/s1600-h/IMG_2425_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMWE_duw8lI/AAAAAAAABQE/4NtQz_SUx0k/s400/IMG_2425_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243743566990209618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we peeled the backing off the thank yous and tried our best to center them on the copper. The cards we bought at Michaels pre-cut and scored for easy folding. All we had to do next is peel the packing off the copper and stick. Done and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do for your thank you cards?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-3218868291953187273?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/3218868291953187273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=3218868291953187273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3218868291953187273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3218868291953187273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-you-already.html' title='Thank You! Already!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMV_weKXivI/AAAAAAAABPU/MJ_nmWPo6lI/s72-c/IMG_2459_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-7872652220737348654</id><published>2008-09-07T19:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:32:29.269-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Attire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><title type='text'>Wined and Dyed</title><content type='html'>A little while back I asked for the hive's help in trying to decide what &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/07/17/color-my-crinoline/"&gt;color to dye my crinoline/slip&lt;/a&gt;. After reading your suggestions to dye it yellow or orange as a nod to my pineappleyness, I thought it would be funny if I tie-dyed it like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMRDvP4bQ9I/AAAAAAAABN8/LpwceYHpYLg/s1600-h/5650x_pineaple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMRDvP4bQ9I/AAAAAAAABN8/LpwceYHpYLg/s400/5650x_pineaple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243390345162212306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a pineapple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;However, when I saw &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/07/22/adventures-in-crinoline-dyeing/"&gt;Miss Avocado's post&lt;/a&gt; about helping her friend dye her crinoline, I fell in love with the wine color. I thought it would look just oh so pretty with the color of my gown. Plus, trying to dye my crinoline like a fruit could have been a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this weekend Mom Pineapple, the washing machine and I got to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMRgNdMUx-I/AAAAAAAABOE/TQJognHaYJc/s1600-h/IMG_2335_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMRgNdMUx-I/AAAAAAAABOE/TQJognHaYJc/s400/IMG_2335_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243421650456987618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a before shot of the slip. Clean and white and not too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMRgNn2MU5I/AAAAAAAABOM/Wkix7Y1exq4/s1600-h/IMG_2343_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMRgNn2MU5I/AAAAAAAABOM/Wkix7Y1exq4/s400/IMG_2343_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243421653316948882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We used two bottles of the RIT liquid dye to make sure the color turned out nice and bold. I was hoping for a deep wine rather than a pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMRg3mAAbSI/AAAAAAAABO0/D7UdFRzaZ-o/s1600-h/IMG_2347_editlr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMRg3mAAbSI/AAAAAAAABO0/D7UdFRzaZ-o/s400/IMG_2347_editlr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243422374375746850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did not have to add salt to the mix because the fabric is 100% nylon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMRg3Wn7ntI/AAAAAAAABOs/pZok04yjln4/s1600-h/IMG_2345_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMRg3Wn7ntI/AAAAAAAABOs/pZok04yjln4/s400/IMG_2345_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243422370248236754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Mom Pineapple read the instructions, I gave the slip a bath in good old fashion spring water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMRgNkEanCI/AAAAAAAABOU/BsFQfGiqiYM/s1600-h/IMG_2354_EDITLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMRgNkEanCI/AAAAAAAABOU/BsFQfGiqiYM/s400/IMG_2354_EDITLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243421652302863394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMRgNqBYRlI/AAAAAAAABOc/Y_N1vux_XKk/s1600-h/IMG_2358_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMRgNqBYRlI/AAAAAAAABOc/Y_N1vux_XKk/s400/IMG_2358_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243421653900740178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally time to stuff the washer. Mom Pineapple dove in and started loading the poof, but soon realized she would need a tool in order to keep her hands from being dyed. So, she reached for one of the only tools in our combination laundry room/bath room -- the plunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMRgN_k4B6I/AAAAAAAABOk/2ZRtB7bBDQ0/s1600-h/IMG_2364_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMRgN_k4B6I/AAAAAAAABOk/2ZRtB7bBDQ0/s400/IMG_2364_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243421659686766498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was worried about dying the plunger. So I had to remind her what a plunger was used for and that wine colored dye was the least of a plunger worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMRg31yrcOI/AAAAAAAABO8/IJb4rHxy9V4/s1600-h/IMG_2378_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMRg31yrcOI/AAAAAAAABO8/IJb4rHxy9V4/s400/IMG_2378_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243422378614812898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After two agitation cycles and three rinse, project color my crinoline was completed! You may notice that we did some tie-dying after all, on accident. The top of the slip is splotchy. Not pretty, but no one will see that part anyway. The bottom came out pretty evenly dyed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMRg4KiU3xI/AAAAAAAABPE/GK8zB-ZC39E/s1600-h/IMG_2387_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMRg4KiU3xI/AAAAAAAABPE/GK8zB-ZC39E/s400/IMG_2387_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243422384183369490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seeee? We should have taken it out between the two aggitation cycles and untwisted everything, but we didn't. Overall I am so excited, the color is very bold and it will be fun to wear on our wedding day. Also, it looks awesome with the color of my gown (click &lt;a href="http://pineapplewedding.blogspot.com/2008/09/wined-and-dyed.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see...no peeking Ryan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you color your crinoline?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-7872652220737348654?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/7872652220737348654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=7872652220737348654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/7872652220737348654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/7872652220737348654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/09/wined-and-dyed.html' title='Wined and Dyed'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SMRDvP4bQ9I/AAAAAAAABN8/LpwceYHpYLg/s72-c/5650x_pineaple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-4177022034692121859</id><published>2008-09-02T08:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T08:23:18.978-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Attire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>A Something Old What to Do</title><content type='html'>When my parents were married in 1980, my mother borrowed her sister's gown and they had a pot luck reception at the local church. My mother's "something new" was her veil. 28 years later my mother has offered her something new as my something old. I already have and love my veil, so how should I use hers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SL0vzptUiLI/AAAAAAAABNU/u5stZCfMNJo/s1600-h/IMG_2299_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SL0vzptUiLI/AAAAAAAABNU/u5stZCfMNJo/s400/IMG_2299_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241398105744902322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We would like to make more than one piece from the veil so my sister can have a something old for her wedding day. We have thought about making it into handkerchiefs or wrapping my bouquet handle, but we just are not in love with those ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you creative readers think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-4177022034692121859?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/4177022034692121859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=4177022034692121859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4177022034692121859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4177022034692121859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/09/something-old-what-to-do.html' title='A Something Old What to Do'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SL0vzptUiLI/AAAAAAAABNU/u5stZCfMNJo/s72-c/IMG_2299_lr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-3129798755362079527</id><published>2008-08-29T13:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:01:47.843-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Roll In the Reinforcements</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I mentioned that my &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/08/28/when-you-are-so-busy-that-you-dont-know-what-to-do-next/"&gt;wedding nap&lt;/a&gt; was over and I would soon be getting some help. Well, help has arrived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SLgly8mxi5I/AAAAAAAABNM/nwbdhM1kuvA/s1600-h/IMG_2066_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SLgly8mxi5I/AAAAAAAABNM/nwbdhM1kuvA/s400/IMG_2066_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239979723638016914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad, Mom and Oliver (check out that crazy lamp and pair of rain boots!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My mother wanted come to Pennsylvania a week or so before my shower to help my sister and bridesmaid. She also wanted to come a week or so before the wedding to help me finish any last minute projects. Well, she and my dad got to thinking about the time line and came up with a solution. My Dad drove my mother and their dog, Oliver, up along with their camper. My dad will be here one week helping me drywall and build a new desk, before flying back to Florida and leaving my mom and Oliver. So, I get to have my Bob Vila dad for a week and my Martha mom for almost two months! How lucky am I?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought loads of pineapple things along with her (one of which is pictured). She is really into Weddingbee, but always afraid to comment. I have a feeling there will be a lot of pineapple themed goodness at the shower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend will be dedicated to drywall, but come Monday it's all wedding all the time. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone else received some last-minute help?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-3129798755362079527?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/3129798755362079527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=3129798755362079527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3129798755362079527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3129798755362079527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/08/roll-in-reinforcements.html' title='Roll In the Reinforcements'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SLgly8mxi5I/AAAAAAAABNM/nwbdhM1kuvA/s72-c/IMG_2066_lr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-6845044814023086643</id><published>2008-08-21T09:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:26:17.557-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Stationary'/><title type='text'>And They're Off!</title><content type='html'>After almost 3 hours of writing our new address on response envelopes (and spelling my own name wrong about 20% of the time) I was ready to &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/07/10/the-invitations-2/"&gt;invite our loved ones to the wedding&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was a big day for the Pineapples, a big day at a teeny tiny post office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SK1oPV-8isI/AAAAAAAABMs/cp_zVS1JqJ4/s1600-h/IMG_1529_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SK1oPV-8isI/AAAAAAAABMs/cp_zVS1JqJ4/s400/IMG_1529_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236956554510240450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brush Valley Post Office complete with Amish Buggy Crossing sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When stuffing the envelopes earlier I couldn't actually do any stuffing. I had forgotten to get stamps for the reply envelopes, oops! So, instead I organized the contents. To avoid any confusion about who was invited and to make sure no one forgot to write their name(s) on the reply I wrote them in ahead of time. Once I was at the post office I added the stamp to the reply envelope and doubled checked that the reply card and outer envelope belonged to the same guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SK1pc8DI3yI/AAAAAAAABM0/4VYqrIQhkhE/s1600-h/IMG_1515_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SK1pc8DI3yI/AAAAAAAABM0/4VYqrIQhkhE/s400/IMG_1515_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236957887578300194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was so excited that the post office finally had cool stamps, &lt;a href="http://shop.usps.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?catalogId=10152&amp;amp;storeId=10001&amp;amp;productId=38451&amp;amp;langId=-1"&gt;Charles and Ray Eames&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SK1pvmbAltI/AAAAAAAABM8/wpeVWPmdB5U/s1600-h/IMG_1519_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SK1pvmbAltI/AAAAAAAABM8/wpeVWPmdB5U/s400/IMG_1519_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236958208190355154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All packed up and ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SK1qU0iwucI/AAAAAAAABNE/s1MhekAPwvo/s1600-h/IMG_1527_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SK1qU0iwucI/AAAAAAAABNE/s1MhekAPwvo/s400/IMG_1527_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236958847636126146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;The final invitations required 59 cent postage, which was a relief. The invitations have 7 pieces all made out of card stock, plus the envelope. The 59 cent stamps were not quite as cute as the 42 cent, sorry &lt;a href="http://shop.usps.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?catalogId=10152&amp;amp;storeId=10001&amp;amp;categoryId=11828&amp;amp;productId=37553&amp;amp;langId=-1"&gt;James Michener&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely post office worker hand canceled all the invitations for me. All I had to do was ask and she said "sure!" That was easy. While at the post office (for an hour and a half because of all the last minute stuffing and licking I had to do) people would come in and out and say "Oh! It looks like someone is getting married!" Most were excited and told me how long they had been married and wished Mr. Pineapple and I well. Everyone except the used car salesman across the street who said "Don't do it! I only have one friend who is happily married" so I said "Well, sounds like you need new friends." He turned around and walked out and off the invitations went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6879435429366361094-6845044814023086643?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/6845044814023086643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=6845044814023086643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6845044814023086643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6845044814023086643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-theyre-off.html' title='And They&apos;re Off!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SK1oPV-8isI/AAAAAAAABMs/cp_zVS1JqJ4/s72-c/IMG_1529_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-4027674928943559676</id><published>2008-08-20T07:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T07:55:42.101-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Decorations'/><title type='text'>Lounge Seating</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite current wedding trends is lounge seating for the reception. It can be rather pricey, but the look so so modern and casual. You can rent lounge furniture and pillows that match your wedding. The rental company will then drop off, set up and break down the lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my favorite shots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJxKmHHnQoI/AAAAAAAABKE/I1hXZqNuuxs/s1600-h/Wedding6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJxKmHHnQoI/AAAAAAAABKE/I1hXZqNuuxs/s400/Wedding6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232138885704139394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.loungeappeal.com/"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJxJfv2kaZI/AAAAAAAABJc/3iu9NGkh29k/s1600-h/501255021_primary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJxJfv2kaZI/AAAAAAAABJc/3iu9NGkh29k/s400/501255021_primary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232137676867791250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.loungeappeal.com/"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJxJfyj0pVI/AAAAAAAABJk/kE32-hcHNeY/s1600-h/Lounge+area+with+couches+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJxJfyj0pVI/AAAAAAAABJk/kE32-hcHNeY/s400/Lounge+area+with+couches+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232137677594469714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.weddingconcepts.co.za/ins-seating.htm"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJxJf2-gLgI/AAAAAAAABJs/z5jwjmHCDwk/s1600-h/Lounge-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJxJf2-gLgI/AAAAAAAABJs/z5jwjmHCDwk/s400/Lounge-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232137678780116482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.nilavacations.com/weddings.htm"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJxJf3hwF0I/AAAAAAAABJ0/xAQKEpxyHvM/s1600-h/Pic52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJxJf3hwF0I/AAAAAAAABJ0/xAQKEpxyHvM/s400/Pic52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232137678927959874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.loungeappeal.com/"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJxJgIle6mI/AAAAAAAABJ8/Gj5C1_tH2DQ/s1600-h/s7002311-r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJxJgIle6mI/AAAAAAAABJ8/Gj5C1_tH2DQ/s400/s7002311-r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232137683507014242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://glassslippergourmet.wordpress.com/2007/11/05/ann-and-brent-at-garre-martinelli-event-center/"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How cool would it be to use these &lt;a href="http://www.livingstones.fr/index.php?page=interieure"&gt;Living Stones by Smarin Design&lt;/a&gt;?! I have no idea if there are any rental companies with these, but if you have the money, why not get them for your wedding and keep them for your home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJxKmF-yuAI/AAAAAAAABKM/MyWFGPrdq9w/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJxKmF-yuAI/AAAAAAAABKM/MyWFGPrdq9w/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232138885398706178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJxKmVH3NiI/AAAAAAAABKU/FiTYg8biWnc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJxKmVH3NiI/AAAAAAAABKU/FiTYg8biWnc/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232138889463281186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJxKmVpHQgI/AAAAAAAABKc/auOW6hSdWUQ/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJxKmVpHQgI/AAAAAAAABKc/auOW6hSdWUQ/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232138889602744834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are you having lounge seating at your wedding reception?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-4027674928943559676?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/4027674928943559676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=4027674928943559676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4027674928943559676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4027674928943559676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/08/lounge-seating.html' title='Lounge Seating'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJxKmHHnQoI/AAAAAAAABKE/I1hXZqNuuxs/s72-c/Wedding6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-8590594739133670126</id><published>2008-08-20T07:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T07:53:56.461-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Attire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>UPDATE: Dress (Not) Fitting Number One</title><content type='html'>Last week I wrote about my &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/08/12/dress-not-fitting-number-one/"&gt;traumatic first dress fitting at David's Bridal&lt;/a&gt;. To sum up the back story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only went dress shopping once. I tried one a few gowns and found the one I loved. They only had one size in the store and it was a bit too big. They used clips to show me how the gown should fit. After deciding to purchase the gown my truly lovely David's Bridal assistant and the head seamstress thought it would be best if I ordered a size smaller, so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash forward to about a week before. I went into David's for my first fitting and it didn't go well. Long story short the seamstress (a different one than before) said my gown wouldn't zip and basically made me feel like poo because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a couple hours and almost 50 reader responses after my post appeared on Weddingbee I got a call. Guess who it was. Go ahead... exactly, David's Bridal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, someone in their corporate office read my post. (I am not sure if they have staff to monitor such things or maybe it was e-mailed to them, I don't know.) The corporate office found out my full name (somehow) and therefore which store I was writing about. It was the manager of that store who called. She was so kind and very apologetic. She said she read what I had written and was horrified. She was very understanding about why I had a bad taste in my mouth. She invited me to come back to the store and try on both the gown I already own and a size larger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next day I made the two hour trek back to my old stopping ground, Pittsburgh. The head seamstress brought out my gown (the smaller one) and helped me into it. When it came time for the gown to be zipped I held my breath waiting to hear the zipper stop. But guess what? It didn't! She zipped it right up! The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;same exact gown&lt;/span&gt; that just a fews days ago would have to be let out an inch and a half, fit perfectly. An inch and a half really isn't much to sneeze at. In fact, I can stick my hand down my gown if I want to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why did the previous seamstress insist my gown was way too small and make me feel like poo? Honestly, your guess is as good as mine. Maybe I was having a fat day or maybe someone felt the need to tack on extra alterations (ahem). Whatever the reason, I am relieved. I love my gown again. If I had not gone in today my gown would have been much too big after alterations and I would have been out $70! They did offer to embroider the lining of the gown with "Emily &amp;amp; Ryan | October 18, 2008" which should be a nice keepsake down the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-8590594739133670126?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/8590594739133670126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=8590594739133670126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/8590594739133670126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/8590594739133670126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/08/update-dress-not-fitting-number-one.html' title='UPDATE: Dress (Not) Fitting Number One'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-8638760359893153277</id><published>2008-08-18T10:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T10:49:48.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shower and Bachelorette Invites by MOH/Sister Pineapple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKmK4CwNNBI/AAAAAAAABME/Wxsl5WIrgig/s1600-h/shower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKmK4CwNNBI/AAAAAAAABME/Wxsl5WIrgig/s400/shower2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235868737211282450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Miss Pineapple's older sister and I also have the great honor of being her Maid of Honor. Since I, like my sister, am a graphic designer, I had a blast designing the bridal shower invitation and bachelorette party invitations myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since a lot of her guests are flying in from out of town, we decided to do an afternoon shower and then a bachelorette that evening. Not all the same guests would be invited to both events (sorry Mom) so I decided to design and illustrate two simple invitations that were distinct enough to look like two separate events, but had the same illustration style on both which tied together the look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the shower invitation (above), I did a one sided card mounted on a piece of brown craft paper. I liked the idea of a one sided invitation for this event, because the guests will be able to hang it on the fridge and have a reminder of the details at a glance. As for the illustration, I did my interpretation of the adorable cake toppers by &lt;a href="http://www.annwoodhandmade.com/"&gt;Anne Wood&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKmJZN658JI/AAAAAAAABL0/b6ZgImqw0xM/s1600-h/card2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKmJZN658JI/AAAAAAAABL0/b6ZgImqw0xM/s400/card2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235867108121374866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the bachlorettes and the fun idea of including a recipe card with the invitation so all the guests will be able to share a recipe with the new couple. I designed this card to match the invitation and included the date of the shower at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKmJZJ65jAI/AAAAAAAABLs/HyzZn4OrxbE/s1600-h/batch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKmJZJ65jAI/AAAAAAAABLs/HyzZn4OrxbE/s400/batch2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235867107047607298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The co-ed (but Mr. P free) bachlorette party will take place at Miss Pineapple's favorite country line-dancing club so keeping with the theme, I drew my pink cowboy hat and used a western typeface mixed with a more modern typeface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your bridal party also getting into the DIY spirit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-8638760359893153277?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/8638760359893153277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=8638760359893153277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/8638760359893153277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/8638760359893153277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/08/shower-and-bachelorette-invites-by.html' title='Shower and Bachelorette Invites by MOH/Sister Pineapple'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKmK4CwNNBI/AAAAAAAABME/Wxsl5WIrgig/s72-c/shower2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-3588475315905925016</id><published>2008-08-12T11:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:35:26.075-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shop'/><title type='text'>Neck Wear</title><content type='html'>For the last few months I have been casually searching for a wedding day necklace. I would love to find something from Etsy. I have had nothing but amazing experiences from Etsy folks. I plan on wearing simple white pearl earrings (either a pair borrowed from my sister or a pair Mr. P bought me many moons ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely drawn to more vintagey looking necklaces. I love simple pearl necklaces with one big funky chunky accent. Here are some of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKGqWwBTFhI/AAAAAAAABKs/3YxltM2Ucjg/s1600-h/il_430xN.32055711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKGqWwBTFhI/AAAAAAAABKs/3YxltM2Ucjg/s400/il_430xN.32055711.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233651549805418002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_gallery_18&amp;amp;listing_id=13397610"&gt;Etsy Seller Luxe Deluxe&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKGqW5j-6CI/AAAAAAAABK0/15CJKWQJUng/s1600-h/il_430xN.32642083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKGqW5j-6CI/AAAAAAAABK0/15CJKWQJUng/s400/il_430xN.32642083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233651552366815266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_gallery_17&amp;amp;listing_id=13577128"&gt;Etsy Seller Lulucoco&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKGqXAQuxlI/AAAAAAAABK8/pX-D7hSvEP4/s1600-h/il_430xN.33338445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKGqXAQuxlI/AAAAAAAABK8/pX-D7hSvEP4/s400/il_430xN.33338445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233651554165114450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_gallery_20&amp;amp;listing_id=13793081"&gt;Etsy Seller Damselle&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKGqc-URexI/AAAAAAAABLU/rrjtsyqNOao/s1600-h/il_430xN.34242009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKGqc-URexI/AAAAAAAABLU/rrjtsyqNOao/s400/il_430xN.34242009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233651656722316050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_gallery_4&amp;amp;listing_id=14071764"&gt;Etsy Seller JC Jewelry Design&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKGqXleo6ZI/AAAAAAAABLM/GwVfR559MUw/s1600-h/il_430xN.34172100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKGqXleo6ZI/AAAAAAAABLM/GwVfR559MUw/s400/il_430xN.34172100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233651564155562386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_gallery_18&amp;amp;listing_id=14050154"&gt;Etsy Seller Damselle&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; My concern with the above necklaces is my hair. I will be wearing my hair down and I think the best features of the necklaces will just be hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, maybe something more symmetrical or simple is where I should head. I do love these, but I just don't love them in quite the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKGqXa4kYYI/AAAAAAAABLE/LwIwyWf_Gzc/s1600-h/il_430xN.34073957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKGqXa4kYYI/AAAAAAAABLE/LwIwyWf_Gzc/s400/il_430xN.34073957.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233651561311527298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_gallery_12&amp;amp;listing_id=12942308"&gt;Etsy Seller Virginia Geiger Jewels&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKGqdF3k6QI/AAAAAAAABLc/udb72S0eAxY/s1600-h/il_430xN.34613089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKGqdF3k6QI/AAAAAAAABLc/udb72S0eAxY/s400/il_430xN.34613089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233651658749438210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_gallery_14&amp;amp;listing_id=14187787"&gt;Etsy Seller Kateszabone&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKGsLcsMAPI/AAAAAAAABLk/jnDvoZBYNfI/s1600-h/PearlNecklace_36183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKGsLcsMAPI/AAAAAAAABLk/jnDvoZBYNfI/s400/PearlNecklace_36183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233653554661294322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.china-necklace.com/wholesaleproducts/jewelry/Cultured_pearl_necklace/index.htm"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would like to go with yellow or rose gold over white gold/silver to match my wedding ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any suggestions (online sellers, specific necklaces)? Which is your favorite?&lt;br /&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/6879435429366361094-3588475315905925016?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/3588475315905925016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=3588475315905925016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3588475315905925016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3588475315905925016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/08/neck-wear.html' title='Neck Wear'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKGqWwBTFhI/AAAAAAAABKs/3YxltM2Ucjg/s72-c/il_430xN.32055711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-6230873821923417597</id><published>2008-08-11T17:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:35:48.332-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Attire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Dress (Not) Fitting Number One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKCr0rftEtI/AAAAAAAABKk/s2jKVj4DI0c/s1600-h/embarrassed-chimpanzee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKCr0rftEtI/AAAAAAAABKk/s2jKVj4DI0c/s400/embarrassed-chimpanzee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233371688521765586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://britmusicscene.com/100-guilty-pleasures-from-around-the-b5-music-channel-how-embarrassing/"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I had my first dress fitting at David's Bridal. When I walked into "the alterations department" I was a little nervous. Basically it was a big dressing room filled with other brides, their moms, and women with pins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alone with &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/04/29/the-dress-9/"&gt;my big poofy dress&lt;/a&gt;, crinoline and cowboy boots. I was shown a smaller dressing room and told to put on my gown. So I did, well I tried to. (Did they really think I could zip it all the way up on my own?) So there I was, standing in my half-zipped wedding gown in the middle of a crowded room not knowing what to do next. Eventually, I spotted someone carrying a clipboard - a good sign! She directed me toward the mirror and told me to step onto the stage thing in front of it. I did. So there I was standing on a platform in the middle of a crowded room halfway into my gown. Honestly, I was really embarrassed. Everyone was staring at me. I assume they were wondering why I was holding up my gown instead of actually wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a seamstress came up to me to help with the zipper. She had it almost zipped up when she started yelling "I can't get it to zip! I can't even... you see? I can't zip it! I don't want to break it! It won't zip!" Really, she was yelling at me. I felt so horrible. In a room full of people she was yelling at me. I know my boobs and I was not so surprised that it didn't want to zip all the way up. I kept saying "ok, ok" and she just kept yelling about how it wouldn't zip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I ordered my gown they suggested I buy a size smaller than the one I had tried on. Apparently, the waist on the bigger one would have to be taken in. Well, the smaller one was too small in the boobage department. Not a big deal. Well, at least I didn't think it was a big deal. Either you take in the waist or take out the boobs. The seamstress on the other hand made me feel like the biggest bride, wearing the smallest dress, in the world. I was beet red and sweating. I was so embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they would take out the top. Problem solved. Then, she told me my dress was too long. When I tried it on the first time the head seamstress commented that the length was "perfect." How come all of the sudden I would have to pay $75 to make my gown an inch shorter? I just told her "no thanks, I'll look for different shoes I guess." (I was wearing the same shoes I had been wearing all along.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got myself out of my gown and back into my real clothes they told me they needed my measurements for their records. After my fitting? With my jeans and jacket on? They haphazardly threw the measuring tape around me and shouted out the numbers to someone else in another room, behind a curtain. Maybe it was the wizard of Oz. I assume the reason for the measurements is so that if your gown does not fit they can possibly blame the bride for gaining or losing weight. Or maybe at this point I was just being cynical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I have been haunted by the words "IT WON'T ZIP!" I wasn't going to even write about my first fitting. Maybe buying a dress at a high end boutique would have been worth it after all. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have a traumatic dress fitting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-6230873821923417597?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/6230873821923417597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=6230873821923417597' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6230873821923417597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/6230873821923417597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/08/dress-not-fitting-number-one.html' title='Dress (Not) Fitting Number One'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_831zxwbkKns/SKCr0rftEtI/AAAAAAAABKk/s2jKVj4DI0c/s72-c/embarrassed-chimpanzee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-8054433180969151934</id><published>2008-08-05T09:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:42:52.815-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Being Accommodating</title><content type='html'>When Mr. P and I first set out to reserve a block of hotel rooms for our guests we went to a hotel within walking distance of my favorite pseudo honky tonk, Saddle Ridge. Unfortunately, the rate was higher than we were hoping and our guests would have to walk across the windy Smithfield Street Bridge to get the the wedding. The wedding coordinator for the Rivers Club Recommended we contact the Omni William Penn Hotel, just a couple blocks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJhVlyElcmI/AAAAAAAABI0/RqgRrExFvgY/s1600-h/2490773983_6af3c2f8a2_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJhVlyElcmI/AAAAAAAABI0/RqgRrExFvgY/s400/2490773983_6af3c2f8a2_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231025074775356002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/onblack.php?id=2490773983&amp;amp;size=large"&gt;HDR image source&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJhVmJIr-wI/AAAAAAAABI8/-lbdf0txfP8/s1600-h/pitdtn-pro-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJhVmJIr-wI/AAAAAAAABI8/-lbdf0txfP8/s400/pitdtn-pro-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231025080966576898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.omnihotels.com/FindAHotel/PittsburghWilliamPenn.aspx?ysmchn=GGL&amp;amp;ysmcpn=branded+terms&amp;amp;ysmtrm=omni+pittsburgh&amp;amp;ysmtac=PPC&amp;amp;ysmgrp=Pittsburgh&amp;amp;ps=branded+terms"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The beautiful Omni William Penn is rated 5 stars by trip adviser, so I didn't get my hopes up about an affordable rate. Fortunately, I was wrong. The rate was much lower than the other hotel and they provide a free shuttle to and from the Rivers Club. Each guest will receive a ticket for the shuttle and when they are ready to head in for the night, they can call the shuttle for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJhXTKIrxjI/AAAAAAAABJU/6D0owJM52zg/s1600-h/459843071_c336c1afab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJhXTKIrxjI/AAAAAAAABJU/6D0owJM52zg/s400/459843071_c336c1afab.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231026953840739890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.omnihotels.com/FindAHotel/PittsburghWilliamPenn.aspx?ysmchn=GGL&amp;amp;ysmcpn=branded+terms&amp;amp;ysmtrm=omni+pittsburgh&amp;amp;ysmtac=PPC&amp;amp;ysmgrp=Pittsburgh&amp;amp;ps=branded+terms"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Here is a view out of one of the rooms at the Omni. Below you can see Mellon Park, where Mr. Pineapple and I will see each other for the first time and where we will be taking our portraits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJhXS3Nfw1I/AAAAAAAABJE/fCCt11UFmyc/s1600-h/pitdtn-pro-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJhXS3Nfw1I/AAAAAAAABJE/fCCt11UFmyc/s400/pitdtn-pro-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231026948760650578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.omnihotels.com/FindAHotel/PittsburghWilliamPenn.aspx?ysmchn=GGL&amp;amp;ysmcpn=branded+terms&amp;amp;ysmtrm=omni+pittsburgh&amp;amp;ysmtac=PPC&amp;amp;ysmgrp=Pittsburgh&amp;amp;ps=branded+terms"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Here is a shot of the exterior of the Omni, nestled right in the middle of downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJhXTHLhToI/AAAAAAAABJM/SfElQRzzyiM/s1600-h/pitdtn-pro-57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJhXTHLhToI/AAAAAAAABJM/SfElQRzzyiM/s400/pitdtn-pro-57.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231026953047330434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.omnihotels.com/FindAHotel/PittsburghWilliamPenn.aspx?ysmchn=GGL&amp;amp;ysmcpn=branded+terms&amp;amp;ysmtrm=omni+pittsburgh&amp;amp;ysmtac=PPC&amp;amp;ysmgrp=Pittsburgh&amp;amp;ps=branded+terms"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Here is a guest room at the hotel, this one is probably fancier than the ones we have reserved.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. P and I will also be staying at the Omni the night before and the night of the wedding. Don't tell our guests ;) I am very excited to be staying in such a lovely Pittsburgh landmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will you be staying the night of your wedding?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-8054433180969151934?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/8054433180969151934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=8054433180969151934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/8054433180969151934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/8054433180969151934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/08/being-accommodating.html' title='Being Accommodating'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJhVlyElcmI/AAAAAAAABI0/RqgRrExFvgY/s72-c/2490773983_6af3c2f8a2_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-2799951525386204231</id><published>2008-08-04T08:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T08:32:04.802-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Will You Marry Me, Mr. Pineapple?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJdEWkiSwtI/AAAAAAAABIs/GOwTcPyXydI/s1600-h/85531697.MvRZg2RO.IMG_8813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJdEWkiSwtI/AAAAAAAABIs/GOwTcPyXydI/s400/85531697.MvRZg2RO.IMG_8813.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230724646769443538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/jmoeschlin/image/85531697"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One year ago today, at 8:24pm Mr. Pineapple took me to Bow Bridge in central park and asked me to marry him. Everyone told me the engagement would fly by, I didn't believe them. Until today, it's been an entire year. Oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SHd8NRmMDTI/AAAAAAAABBU/dIY07blTANg/s1600-h/DSC07382_lr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SHd8NRmMDTI/AAAAAAAABBU/dIY07blTANg/s400/DSC07382_lr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221778860463099186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. P and I spent the weekend moving to Clyde, PA. We have set up what will be our first home as a family in an old farm house on 100 acres. The puppy thinks it is wonderful and I am enjoying make our home uniquely ours. We have been very busy, but I wanted to do something nice and funny to celebrate this once ever milestone with Mr. P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to get Mr. P a pair of rose gold cuff links to match my ring. Unfortunately, with all the crazy last minute packing and job hunting I lost track of time and didn't order them. So instead, I decided to give him something stereotypically "wifey," socks and t-shirts. (I also threw in a Play Station game so he has something to do until they figure out how to get HD cable and internet into the woods.) I found some copper wrapping paper and a card that quotes his favorite show, Lost, "all we really need to survive is one person who truly loves us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try to arrange some sort of dinner and hopefully propose to him at 8:24 tonight. Hopefully this poorly planned engage-aversary will still be sweet and touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you plan anything for your fiance on the anniversary of your engagement?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-2799951525386204231?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/2799951525386204231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=2799951525386204231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2799951525386204231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2799951525386204231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/08/image-one-year-ago-today-at-824pm-mr.html' title='Will You Marry Me, Mr. Pineapple?'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJdEWkiSwtI/AAAAAAAABIs/GOwTcPyXydI/s72-c/85531697.MvRZg2RO.IMG_8813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-3662818056172373928</id><published>2008-07-30T10:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:56:55.731-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Bridal Guilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI8c77noyTI/AAAAAAAABH8/3LYiw9Pv900/s1600-h/492953014_e21f409d41_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI8c77noyTI/AAAAAAAABH8/3LYiw9Pv900/s400/492953014_e21f409d41_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228429508342237490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8237019@N04/492953014/"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, we are t-minus 12-ish weeks until the wedding and quickly approaching bridal shower and bachelorette party time. My wonderfully wacky sister Kristina and bridesmaid Katie are planning the shindig to be hosted at Katie's house. I have been mostly out of the loop on the plans for the parties, which is a-ok with me. (I have heard whispers about a possible mini-cake decorating contest, cheese, and certainly some line dancing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is driving me nuts is not that I don't have any say in what is going to happen, but that I can't help. I feel quite guilty that all this time and expense is going into a party for me. My sister and two bridesmaids will be flying in for the weekend on top of whatever expenses come from the festivities. When in reality cheese and line dancing with a couple friends would be more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the same feeling when someone offers to help make favors or address envelopes or whatever. Can they really want to help or is this a pain in the bum for them and they are just being nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get a grip on bridal guilt?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-3662818056172373928?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/3662818056172373928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=3662818056172373928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3662818056172373928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/3662818056172373928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/07/bridal-guilt.html' title='Bridal Guilt'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI8c77noyTI/AAAAAAAABH8/3LYiw9Pv900/s72-c/492953014_e21f409d41_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-4471735182109006630</id><published>2008-07-30T10:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:19:02.368-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Cake CAke CAKe CAKE! mmmmm</title><content type='html'>Last night Mr. Pineapple and I traveled to Plum, PA to meet our baker at &lt;a href="http://www.jennuinecakes.com/"&gt;Jennuine Cakes and Cafe&lt;/a&gt;. We did not know quite what to expect because the cake was included in our venue/catering package. We were pleasantly surprised, the cafe was adorable and the cake was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJB0iLBtKAI/AAAAAAAABIE/qRjyuyZHX0E/s1600-h/IMG_0277_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJB0iLBtKAI/AAAAAAAABIE/qRjyuyZHX0E/s400/IMG_0277_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228807297801463810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJB0iSbzEoI/AAAAAAAABIM/i6jJRHdWH2M/s1600-h/IMG_0280_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJB0iSbzEoI/AAAAAAAABIM/i6jJRHdWH2M/s400/IMG_0280_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228807299789951618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJB0ill_QII/AAAAAAAABIU/Lqpgwb2HSm8/s1600-h/IMG_0281_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJB0ill_QII/AAAAAAAABIU/Lqpgwb2HSm8/s400/IMG_0281_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228807304932966530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No wimpy tasting portions for us! Sweet. The chocolate one is well... chocolate with chocolate ganache and chocolate butter cream. The white is vanilla with strawberry filling and butter cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJB0i9IpFiI/AAAAAAAABIc/g9FeEQn-O6w/s1600-h/IMG_0297_editLR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJB0i9IpFiI/AAAAAAAABIc/g9FeEQn-O6w/s400/IMG_0297_editLR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228807311252330018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got there I told Mr. Pineapple "I'm going to let you decide if that's okay with you." It was, so vanilla with strawberry it is! That was easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as what the cake will look like it will be something like this (click to enlarge):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJB2e0gfIyI/AAAAAAAABIk/W1QwL2krNd0/s1600-h/cake_mock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJB2e0gfIyI/AAAAAAAABIk/W1QwL2krNd0/s400/cake_mock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228809439240200994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{cake images via the knot}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; The butter cream will be a champagne color similar to the cake on the left. I will be decorated in white swiss dots like the cake in the center. Finally it will be topped with a big white clay peony made by DK Designs Hawaii. I wasn't particularly excited about the cake until meeting with the baker. Now though I cannot wait to see the final product. I think it will be perfect for our wedding - sort of traditional, sort of modern and of course the clay flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will your cake look like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-4471735182109006630?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/4471735182109006630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=4471735182109006630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4471735182109006630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4471735182109006630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/07/cake-cake-cake-cake-mmmmm.html' title='Cake CAke CAKe CAKE! mmmmm'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SJB0iLBtKAI/AAAAAAAABIE/qRjyuyZHX0E/s72-c/IMG_0277_editLR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-5796831117168511712</id><published>2008-07-28T09:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:52:45.599-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Decorations'/><title type='text'>Non-Floral Bouquets</title><content type='html'>You all gave some great suggestions for &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/07/22/non-floral-centerpieces/"&gt;non-floral centerpieces&lt;/a&gt;, you're creativity never ceases to amaze. When I read Hana Schank's "&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/07/01/a-more-perfect-union-how-i-survived-the-happiest-day-of-my-life/"&gt;A More Perfect Union&lt;/a&gt;" she said that in her research that she could not find the origin of the floral bridal bouquet. In my own search to figure out why we carry clusters of flowers (aka Googling up a storm) I found a few possible explanations. The one that makes the most sense to me is that brides carried flowers to cover up any unpleasant odors that came from not showering regularly. Since most modern brides will indeed shower on their wedding day, I think alternative bouquets are a wonderful way to show some personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3OZv-vMjI/AAAAAAAABH0/LzXK8zQcUn0/s1600-h/il_430xN.33137469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3OZv-vMjI/AAAAAAAABH0/LzXK8zQcUn0/s400/il_430xN.33137469.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228061684218671666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3I4gJfe4I/AAAAAAAABGc/nx4pjXjFbNk/s1600-h/emily-peony6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3I4gJfe4I/AAAAAAAABGc/nx4pjXjFbNk/s400/emily-peony6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228055615474989954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my favorite fresh flower alternative. (Which pretty much goes without saying since this is a photo of my &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/05/19/clay-flower-samples/"&gt;mock-up bouquet&lt;/a&gt;.) I love the idea of carrying this work of art down the aisle knowing that someone crafted each flower with love. Diane of &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=13731012"&gt;DK Designs Hawaii&lt;/a&gt; is a wonderful clay flower artist and I cannot rave more about her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3JfDG3oVI/AAAAAAAABGk/xa2EsQHhD84/s1600-h/il_fullxfull.25753519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3JfDG3oVI/AAAAAAAABGk/xa2EsQHhD84/s400/il_fullxfull.25753519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228056277694259538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{by Etsy seller &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_gallery_3&amp;amp;listing_id=10643831"&gt;Bead Flora Jewels&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Custom beaded bouquets may not save you any money, but they are wonderfully personal and of course will last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Button and Felt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3Jji-JmsI/AAAAAAAABGs/gZzcMXhCGt8/s1600-h/OrangepickedBrides-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3Jji-JmsI/AAAAAAAABGs/gZzcMXhCGt8/s400/OrangepickedBrides-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228056354967100098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://offbeatbride.com/tag/non-floral-bouquet"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3Kqbzp_HI/AAAAAAAABG0/-CPHpiKY7n0/s1600-h/Picture+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3Kqbzp_HI/AAAAAAAABG0/-CPHpiKY7n0/s400/Picture+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228057572814748786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lilfishstudios/2624402091/"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These hand-crafted button and felt bouquets would be wonderful for a casual, crafty bride. They are so cute. (Cute as a button in fact! Yeah, I went there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feathers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3LFG2ARYI/AAAAAAAABG8/pUPbnPjlU2c/s1600-h/Picture+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3LFG2ARYI/AAAAAAAABG8/pUPbnPjlU2c/s400/Picture+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228058031043921282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/maggiemacphoto/2493813682/"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Peacock feathers have become more and more popular for wedding centerpieces, but also look wonderful as the main player in a bouquet. This bouquet is definitely a great alternative for the budget bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3Lm79lnHI/AAAAAAAABHE/YSvaaiydIb8/s1600-h/Picture+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3Lm79lnHI/AAAAAAAABHE/YSvaaiydIb8/s400/Picture+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228058612238490738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/choicepunk/2475068198/"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A fur or faux fur muff would be lovely for a winter wedding. I love this look vintage, chic and oh so cozy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3MK2n8GJI/AAAAAAAABHM/vaNx0zYPZKM/s1600-h/il_fullxfull.22269666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3MK2n8GJI/AAAAAAAABHM/vaNx0zYPZKM/s400/il_fullxfull.22269666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228059229280802962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{by Etsy seller &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=vl_other_2&amp;amp;listing_id=10394582"&gt;Lala Laurie&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This paper and feather bouquet is so soft and so romantic. I love when paper flowers are used in a way that makes them look like paper instead of making them look "real."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parasol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3MssFLV9I/AAAAAAAABHU/wlJb7NYbm5I/s1600-h/parasol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3MssFLV9I/AAAAAAAABHU/wlJb7NYbm5I/s400/parasol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228059810566199250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/catsav/2455305541/in/set-72157604807036286/"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Parasols or umbrellas are a great way to give you and your bridesmaids something lovely to hold, especially for an outdoor spring or summer wedding. (They are practical too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3NFZ8m1CI/AAAAAAAABHc/UdIBrxuMAfA/s1600-h/Picture+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3NFZ8m1CI/AAAAAAAABHc/UdIBrxuMAfA/s400/Picture+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228060235195143202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jazzylolo/2601973359/"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Herb bouquets make a wonderful alternative for brides who want a fresh rustic bouquet without the expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ornaments (and paper):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3NemEyTYI/AAAAAAAABHk/iUN_SHvq5n8/s1600-h/Picture+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3NemEyTYI/AAAAAAAABHk/iUN_SHvq5n8/s400/Picture+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228060667947404674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3Ne1zBTtI/AAAAAAAABHs/cCeDCxBL5fA/s1600-h/Picture+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3Ne1zBTtI/AAAAAAAABHs/cCeDCxBL5fA/s400/Picture+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228060672167857874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/theadventuresofjoshandsandy/2502810045/in/photostream/"&gt;images&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;How fun are these bouquets?! The bride made her bouquet out of Christmas ornaments and her bridesmaids bouquets were made out of paper. (Also, don't her bridesmaids look great - and coordinated - in their different dresses?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be carrying a non-floral bouquet?&lt;br /&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/6879435429366361094-5796831117168511712?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/5796831117168511712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=5796831117168511712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/5796831117168511712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/5796831117168511712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/07/non-floral-bouquets.html' title='Non-Floral Bouquets'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SI3OZv-vMjI/AAAAAAAABH0/LzXK8zQcUn0/s72-c/il_430xN.33137469.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-4463263565732541896</id><published>2008-07-22T15:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:31:39.419-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Decorations'/><title type='text'>Non-Floral Centerpieces</title><content type='html'>Using flowers as centerpieces is something that many (most?) brides assume is a given. It doesn't have to be. We all know how expensive flowers can be and of course they only live for a short time. Nothing can replace the look and ambiance of fresh flowers, but there are some alternatives that will make your tables just as spectacular. Here are some ideas I was considering when I realized that fresh flowers were not going to be able to fit into our budget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candles:&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the most common flower alternative. I love the soft light given off by candles and they are simply romantic. The problem I encountered was cost. I had a hard time finding the quality and quantity (plus holders of some sort) I would need to make an impact, without spending more than flowers may have cost. Eventually, I found a great deal on &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/05/06/candle-centerpieces-2/"&gt;pillar candles&lt;/a&gt; at Ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYvIUwalLI/AAAAAAAABFU/-Y9h1Wv7xqs/s1600-h/53224051_8a5b414674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYvIUwalLI/AAAAAAAABFU/-Y9h1Wv7xqs/s400/53224051_8a5b414674.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225916237667275954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/40471077@N00/53224051/"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYpYbrh7FI/AAAAAAAABEE/1oCJs5tRa2E/s1600-h/47b6d72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYpYbrh7FI/AAAAAAAABEE/1oCJs5tRa2E/s400/47b6d72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225909917333974098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://ikeahacker.blogspot.com/2007/09/cant-afford-wedding-centerpiece-hack.html"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYpYUSOEOI/AAAAAAAABEM/96jq0KckSos/s1600-h/z10031303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYpYUSOEOI/AAAAAAAABEM/96jq0KckSos/s400/z10031303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225909915348766946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://ikeahacker.blogspot.com/2007/09/cant-afford-wedding-centerpiece-hack.html"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYp_Q2kl4I/AAAAAAAABEU/u2LScEetPao/s1600-h/4-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYp_Q2kl4I/AAAAAAAABEU/u2LScEetPao/s400/4-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225910584442394498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://tastefullyentertaining.blogspot.com/2008/04/bestcandle-table-decor.html"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYq32zHz7I/AAAAAAAABEk/eOQ3HSwK_Mw/s1600-h/1023141866_0f0b878132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYq32zHz7I/AAAAAAAABEk/eOQ3HSwK_Mw/s400/1023141866_0f0b878132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225911556701147058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mrsjohnson/1023141866/"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fruit:&lt;br /&gt;Often fresh fruits are paired with flowers in centerpieces, but they hold up pretty well on their own too. These would be especially fun for a summer or outdoor wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYsRgBUGxI/AAAAAAAABEs/lTdCcj71GKM/s1600-h/OrangepickedBrides-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYsRgBUGxI/AAAAAAAABEs/lTdCcj71GKM/s400/OrangepickedBrides-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225913096774884114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://fayeandgreer.blogspot.com/"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYsoj_NEBI/AAAAAAAABE0/G1fbatPmuUQ/s1600-h/12-13-fruit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYsoj_NEBI/AAAAAAAABE0/G1fbatPmuUQ/s400/12-13-fruit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225913492976766994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/ny/entertaining/candle-carver-015722"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYtBUHnvhI/AAAAAAAABE8/D3Z0D1isqNg/s1600-h/msw_spring06_basket_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYtBUHnvhI/AAAAAAAABE8/D3Z0D1isqNg/s400/msw_spring06_basket_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225913918213832210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://flamingtulle.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Plants/Rocks/Mother Nature:&lt;br /&gt;If you still want the look of life and nature in your centerpieces there are many options that wont break the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYuHUYWOfI/AAAAAAAABFE/Ce7kKi2KEbA/s1600-h/wheatflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYuHUYWOfI/AAAAAAAABFE/Ce7kKi2KEbA/s400/wheatflowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225915120874830322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://earthfriendlywedding.blogspot.com/2007/10/not-that-kind-of-grass.html"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYulwiihuI/AAAAAAAABFM/xXZGl5rjeug/s1600-h/reflection-centerpiece_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYulwiihuI/AAAAAAAABFM/xXZGl5rjeug/s400/reflection-centerpiece_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225915643829847778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.hometone.org/entry/reflecting-the-festive-mood-reflection-centerpiece/"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYvyJCOu2I/AAAAAAAABFc/fqVYO3KqDss/s1600-h/2385791284_9307f2256c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYvyJCOu2I/AAAAAAAABFc/fqVYO3KqDss/s400/2385791284_9307f2256c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225916956075277154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/9385580@N03/2385791284/"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYwBYu2KXI/AAAAAAAABFk/IPwu3f8WI-Y/s1600-h/birch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYwBYu2KXI/AAAAAAAABFk/IPwu3f8WI-Y/s400/birch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225917217986980210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://portovert.com/diy_centerpiece"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYw_OFWEEI/AAAAAAAABF0/Khb3FMOn8OQ/s1600-h/wood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYw_OFWEEI/AAAAAAAABF0/Khb3FMOn8OQ/s400/wood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225918280280444994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://grahamskracker.blogspot.com/2008/01/diy-rustic-wood-centerpiece.html"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wedding Favors:&lt;br /&gt;If you are going to have them on the table anyway, why not make wedding favors work double duty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYxWyTyHfI/AAAAAAAABF8/QXGajOgAljY/s1600-h/stacked_favor_centerpiece.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYxWyTyHfI/AAAAAAAABF8/QXGajOgAljY/s400/stacked_favor_centerpiece.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225918685141671410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="www.marthastewart.com"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYx85Vhx3I/AAAAAAAABGE/xyLGbSD6jjo/s1600-h/a99547_fal02_garden_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYx85Vhx3I/AAAAAAAABGE/xyLGbSD6jjo/s400/a99547_fal02_garden_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225919339863066482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/article/favor-centerpieces-garden-to-go?lnc=f1b1fa5661cee010VgnVCM1000003d370a0aRCRD&amp;amp;rsc=taxonomylist_weddings_wedding-favor-centerpieces"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYzFKF-wwI/AAAAAAAABGM/9NJ__x_UIoQ/s1600-h/il_430xN.21174006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYzFKF-wwI/AAAAAAAABGM/9NJ__x_UIoQ/s400/il_430xN.21174006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225920581311841026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{from etsy seller: &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?ref=sr_gallery_20&amp;amp;listing_id=10062250"&gt;daisys and dots&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Photos:&lt;br /&gt;Here is another chance to do something with those engagement photos taking up space on your hard drive. Or maybe better yet, photos of family weddings, childhood snap shots or show case your furry friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIY0Ve5mPGI/AAAAAAAABGU/k_QflTz3_3Y/s1600-h/2383792315_16785a3abe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIY0Ve5mPGI/AAAAAAAABGU/k_QflTz3_3Y/s400/2383792315_16785a3abe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225921961286581346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ohlinski/2383792315/"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are you using non-floral centerpieces? What are some of your favorite ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6879435429366361094-4463263565732541896?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/4463263565732541896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=4463263565732541896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4463263565732541896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/4463263565732541896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/07/non-floral-centerpieces.html' title='Non-Floral Centerpieces'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIYvIUwalLI/AAAAAAAABFU/-Y9h1Wv7xqs/s72-c/53224051_8a5b414674.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-2917525037332814219</id><published>2008-07-22T10:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:25:41.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Rehearsal Dinner</title><content type='html'>When Mr. Pineapple and I started dating, we both lived in Pittsburgh's Southside neighborhood. The southside is an extremely quirky place, popular among hipsters and bar flies. The southside was first developed in the 1760s when it was known as Birmingham. Most of the buildings on the main drag, E. Carson Street, have their original facades thanks to local historical groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIXs1gc4vwI/AAAAAAAABDk/UFovcFaG66U/s1600-h/n4802030_30341640_9264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIXs1gc4vwI/AAAAAAAABDk/UFovcFaG66U/s400/n4802030_30341640_9264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225843346621644546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIXs1tvx3FI/AAAAAAAABDs/xIFrUiK18Zs/s1600-h/n4802030_30341577_1035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIXs1tvx3FI/AAAAAAAABDs/xIFrUiK18Zs/s400/n4802030_30341577_1035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225843350190546002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIXs12sulaI/AAAAAAAABD0/a5OqI6RI-IY/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIXs12sulaI/AAAAAAAABD0/a5OqI6RI-IY/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225843352593667490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://www.panoramio.com/photo/1174737"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The very first place Mr. P and I went together, other than work, was Smokin' Joe's Saloon on the southside. We met there for happy hour on a Thursday and then pretty much every day after that. (I'm not kidding, Smokin' Joes got at least 6 months worth of our paychecks.) Yep, our relationship blossomed surrounded by IPA and chicken fingers. We were both sad to leave the neighborhood several months later, but at the time, it was for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIXs2Di5PsI/AAAAAAAABD8/C2fT_RcSim0/s1600-h/pittsburgh_smokjoeout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIXs2Di5PsI/AAAAAAAABD8/C2fT_RcSim0/s400/pittsburgh_smokjoeout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225843356042084034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://srufaculty.sru.edu/cornelius.cosgrove/southside_bars.htm"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There was no doubt then where our rehearsal dinner should be held. We are familiar faces at Joes and they offered to let us take over the second floor for the dinner. They certainly have nothing fancy at Joes, just bar food and over 60 beers on tap. Most of my family are not drinkers, I am not sure when the last time my folks stepped foot in a bar would have been - if that have ever stepped foot in a bar. However, their "sweet and smokey" dipping and wing sauce is to die for and that is really what keeps bringing me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the dinner is upstairs I think it will be a great combination of laid-backness (*new word) and seclusion from the "bar scene" below. After food and toasts people can either head home/to their hotels or hang out until closing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone else dragging their fancy bridal party to a dive for the rehearsal dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*funny side note: I googled "smokin joes pittsburgh" and a good chunck the images were of Mr. Pineapple, myself and best man Erik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-2917525037332814219?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/2917525037332814219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=2917525037332814219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2917525037332814219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/2917525037332814219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/07/rehearsal-dinner.html' title='Rehearsal Dinner'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SIXs1gc4vwI/AAAAAAAABDk/UFovcFaG66U/s72-c/n4802030_30341640_9264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-5609857964804031202</id><published>2008-07-17T10:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T10:55:47.506-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Attire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><title type='text'>Color My Crinoline!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SH9XLH8KebI/AAAAAAAABDM/Gp_jgtDoRtI/s1600-h/5650x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SH9XLH8KebI/AAAAAAAABDM/Gp_jgtDoRtI/s400/5650x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223989941394635186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/A-Line-%28Fuller%29-Crinoline-%2F-Slip-%2F-Petticoat-5676%2F5650X_W0QQitemZ180256142846QQcmdZViewItem?IMSfp=TL0806211617r37613#ebayphotohosting"&gt;image&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, I need your opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to decide what color to dye my crinoline. At first, I was leaning toward a color that matched our wedding palette. Then I wanted something really vibrant and unexpected. If I had a favorite color it might be orange, but that changes so often I can't really go that route either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the dye options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SH9XWv8EyaI/AAAAAAAABDc/BF_oj41Jayg/s1600-h/dyecolors2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SH9XWv8EyaI/AAAAAAAABDc/BF_oj41Jayg/s400/dyecolors2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223990141110241698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I am leaving it in your hands. What color should I dye my crinoline? (&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/04/29/the-dress-9/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is a reminder of what my gown looks like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Dark Green&lt;br /&gt;• Kelly Green&lt;br /&gt;• Teal&lt;br /&gt;• Evening Blue&lt;br /&gt;• Royal Blue&lt;br /&gt;• Denim&lt;br /&gt;• Navy&lt;br /&gt;• Pearl Grey&lt;br /&gt;• Black&lt;br /&gt;• Aubergine&lt;br /&gt;• Mauve&lt;br /&gt;• Rose Pink&lt;br /&gt;• Fuchsia&lt;br /&gt;• Scarlet&lt;br /&gt;• Wine&lt;br /&gt;• Yellow&lt;br /&gt;• Golden Yellow&lt;br /&gt;• Ecru&lt;br /&gt;• Taupe&lt;br /&gt;• Tan&lt;br /&gt;• Light Brown&lt;br /&gt;• Dark Brown&lt;br /&gt;• Tangerine&lt;br /&gt;• Orange&lt;br /&gt;• Aqua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6879435429366361094-5609857964804031202?l=emilycreatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/feeds/5609857964804031202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6879435429366361094&amp;postID=5609857964804031202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/5609857964804031202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6879435429366361094/posts/default/5609857964804031202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilycreatives.blogspot.com/2008/07/color-my-crinoline.html' title='Color My Crinoline!'/><author><name>Emily</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/R_pD-Y9Fp-I/AAAAAAAAAcA/0HyswuyBa8o/S220/IMG_5083_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SH9XLH8KebI/AAAAAAAABDM/Gp_jgtDoRtI/s72-c/5650x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6879435429366361094.post-1979027950655580479</id><published>2008-07-15T10:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:23:09.472-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Pineapple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Groomsmen 'R' Us by Mr. Pineapple</title><content type='html'>The ladies have already been &lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/2008/07/02/the-bridal-party-an-introduction/"&gt;properly introduced&lt;/a&gt;, so it's time to give a little of the spotlight (I promise, you can have it back in no time, flat) to the guys that will be joining us and serving as the lead for the bridesmaid eye-candy. That statement's not nearly macho enough. Hm &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... beer... poker... football... Scotch! There, that should do it. Here's to the guys whom I know will be more than happy to keep my glass full while the game's on and we're playing some cards. One slight modification will be made for the whole chronological intro vibe. Also, I'm using nicknames only... not only is anonymity super, these are also more fun than their real monikers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SHyuqyDu19I/AAAAAAAABC0/x_Y5YDB_wtA/s1600-h/ds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SHyuqyDu19I/AAAAAAAABC0/x_Y5YDB_wtA/s400/ds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223241717858097106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{DS doing something scary to our cat Harrison top left, all other photos DS being weird/himself :) }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Demonspawn (aka, my best man):&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;When I proposed to Miss P, I wondered if the Commonwealth would put out a warrant for me because, well, it frowns on bigamy (I'm not for it, either). And, by all records, our dear friend DS fulfilled everything a Common Law Husband could be - we had lived together for the better part of eight years, all starting in our residence hall days. We've long-since learned to go beyond completing each other's sentences - we just make the most random associations and speak on them before asking if it makes sense. It always turns out to make sense (though generally just for the two of us). We've known each other since high school (where he laughed while watching some woman punch me in the head) and have shared more over the years than either one of us could've predicted since the day we simultaneously pushed our worrying mothers out of the room on freshman move-in day. When a guy's okay with getting kicked in the head after drunkenly playing frisbee at 3am, you know he's good people. So good, in fact, that Miss P and I kinda sorta adopted him for six months when all three of us shared a happy home (with too. many. cats.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SHyurJv0iMI/AAAAAAAABC8/hGu9xrfvalc/s1600-h/Pfunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_831zxwbkKns/SHyurJv0iMI/AAAAAAAABC8/hGu9xrfvalc/s400/Pfunk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223241724217034946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{photos 1 &amp;amp; 2 source: &lt;a href="http://www.weddingstogo.phanfare.com/album/605910#imageID=39873656"&gt;Weddings to go Key West&lt;/a&gt;, photo 3 AC and P-funk in college}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P-funk (aka, that guy Emily hears me talk about):&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;This guy and I were so close in high school and college that my parents basically adopted him - to this day, he refers to my mom as "Mama". We have weathered many a storm over the years, including a night Phil and I had too many drinks in too short a time and launched those miniature-fall-deco-pumpkins at the mysterious frat guys across the street. We haven't been able to connect for some of the times he returns to PA, so it'll be only a month before the wedding when Miss P discovers that the man she describes as "the guy from North Carolina who
