I heard dresses take a LONG time, so when Ame’s gave me a wedding planner binder with a checklist when I got engaged, apparently I was already 6 months behind on ordering a dress if I wanted to get married in April! Crazy!
I remember walking into a bridal store with my mom and Ame’s when Jake and I were just ring shopping and I lasted about 2 minutes and then had a panic attack and had to walk out. So, needless to say, I was a bit nervous heading back there!
With both of Jake’s sisters home from their various cities (which is rare to have them both in town at the same time), we fully took advantage of their presence and booked an appointment at Ania in Portland with my mom and mom-in-law along for the experience as well!
The first dress I tried on, felt weird. Not weird as in fabric, but weird that this was all happening! Dress after dress, just wasn’t the one. Then came a dress that made me laugh inside just seeing it on the hanger. However, I claim to my motto (only as it refers to clothing and shoes) that you’ll never know until you try it on! Seriously! I have found that the ugliest pieces on the hanger have come to be my favorite pieces to wear! With that said, it wasn’t the case with this dress. If felt like a windbreaker and when I ran in place (yep, totally did that) it even sounded like one. It literally sounded like I had just ran out of an 80’s movie! And when the curtain opened to my audience of family, their laughter that accompanied mine, proved that this in fact, was not my dress!
The next dress i put on was pretty! It had a lace & bling top with a semi-fluffy skirt and I kind of loved it. The dress after that gave my family and soon to be family, ooo’s and awww’s. I liked it too, but was torn about the other one. Being the bargain shopper that I am, all that it took was a glance at the price tags and I quickly decided on the one that roughly cost $4000 less! I’m buying a dress here people, not a Honda! Holy smokes!!!
The consultant took us to the main mirror and “jacked me up” (proof that I’ve been watching far too much of “Say Yes to the Dress”). Let me just say, the veil really changes things. Loving the dress, but having no date set, I left the dress and figured it would be there when I came back if it was meant to be.
Later that night, the girls sent me the photo’s they “stole” of me in the dress and I was quickly reassured that I made the right choice by not buying that dress. Holy smokes that dress had a poofy skirt…kind of looked like big bird in that get-up!
Next, we ventured to Charlotte’s in Beaverton (which, if you’re in the hunt for a dress, start here!) You get your own little room with a very attentive employee and a HUGE selection of dresses! I tried on several dresses and then slipped into one that I loved, but I knew that a big part of why I loved it was that it was so dang comfortable (which apparently isn’t the main factor you should think about when buying your wedding dress! Jeez, people….it’s not like I’m choosing sweats or something!). Anyways, thought I should at least throw a picture of some of the experience in here and since it wasn’t my final dress, here you go:
This picture is proof that dying my hair darker was a good choice, phew! So we left, without a dress, but I still felt fine about! I did kind of think that we might go back and buy this one though.
Then, we gave Bridal Exclusives a shot and were instructed to pick out one of each style of dress to try on. As I went down the line of dresses and picked one of each, I noticed we walked by a rack of dresses and she didn’t have me choose one from it. I didn’t really think too much of it, but I spotted a dress that I just had to try on. It was different and unique and I kind of thought it was perfect! I tried on about 8-10 dresses and kind of loved two of them and then it was time to try on the dress that I snuck in the pile. Glancing at the dress, the lady informed me that the dress was off the runway and probably wouldn’t fit so I could just hold it up and see if I like it. I did, and I loved it, but I still needed to see it on someone. Thankfully, Ames was with me (who could frankly be on a runway!) and I asked if she could try it on for me. The lady quickly opposed. Stunned, I asked why and she answered that I shouldn’t let someone else have “my moment”. With a smirk, I thought to myself, “know your audience lady!” This whole “moment” thing that most girls apparently have when they find “their” dress, I have with finding the right photographer! Not trying to go against her wishes, I took her advice and tried on a similar style dress. Still not feeling like I got the whole picture of the “runway” dress, I couldn’t help but ask again. Thankfully, she let me and Ame’s threw the dress on.
It was stunning. (Not shocked though! Ames can make sweatpants look stunning!)
So there we stood, on our boxes, in front of a giant mirror, both in wedding dresses. We quickly were assured that that was my dress! I love it and hopefully I can wear it as effortlessly as Ame’s does when it comes in! I wish I could post it, but apparently there is some HUGE supersition about the groom seeing the dress before the wedding…
When Jake and I got engaged, the only thing I knew in regards to our wedding was that it would be next to impossible without a planner (for me anyways). Thankfully, I know (and am related to) an army full of people who could easily and with excellence, help us “pull off” our wedding without a glitch, but we really wanted our friends and family to just enjoy the process with us and not feel forced to have to do anything, so we googled wedding planners in our area and picked our top 5.
A few days later we had our first meeting at Starbucks (any excuse to indulge in coffee!). Misty walked in, all cute in her dress and heels and convinced me that she was a perfect fit for us when she engaged in our sarcasm and survived my dad! lol. I think we all left that meeting being pretty sold, that Luxe Productions was it, but we wanted to test the waters and see what others were all about.
I’ve got to be honest, there are a lot of great wedding and event planners out there, but if I’m going to spend a lot of my time conversing with my planner over these next few months, I want to be able to get along with her and trust in their creativity. Misty was a shoe-in! We can’t wait to sketch out all the plans in our head (okay, it might just be my head, but Jake seems to agree with them at least!) with her and her team!
Jake and I are getting ready to take our engagement photos soon and after partially going blind from pinning 1.5 billion photo’s that I love, I think our photographer might hate me and my “ideas”. In the efforts to go against the grain in our shoot; I figured I would make these 10 commandments to Jake:
#1. I promise to not make a heart shape with our hands…in anyway, any form.
#2. I promise to not make you reinact the Notebook, Titantic or any other overly romatic movie.
#3. I promise to not hold a book and make you pretend like we are reading it together.
#4. I promise to not cut your head out of the picture.
#5. I promise to not write our wedding date anywhere on you.
#6. I promise to make you laugh so that you wont have to pretend for a great picture.
#7. I promise to try and love at least one of the photos so you wont have to go through the whole thing again.
#8. I promise to let you wear whatever you want, within reason ;)
#9. I promise these pictures will be more about “us” and less about “me”.
#10. I promise I will love these pictures with you for the rest of my life.
Now, watch. I bet half of these photos will take place because him and I are both too nice to tell anybody no. :)
Jake popped the question, which meant it was now my turn to pop the question! I’ve kind of always known what type of person I’ve wanted to be alongside me on my wedding day, I just didn’t know a few of them back then! The one thing I’ve long ago decided was that my bridesmaids were going to be the girls that have not only been there for me now, but who will be there for me 50 years from now. They will be the girls that I know I can count on if and when times get rough. Which, is one of the reason’s I chose all the girls in my family because they won’t have an option…becuase we’re family ;).
Having the modern-day Martha Stewart as my sister-law has set the stakes high for my wedding (and let’s be honest, everyday life). Being the creative minded person that I am, I hate doing anything plain or normal, but she up’s the bar incredibly high! When she asked me to be a bridesmaid, she did so about 3 days after her engagement with a box of fresh made cookies that spelt out LOVE. The cookies would have been more than enough, but the packaging it came it was adorable and the little tag that accompanied the box, oh so cleverly, conveyed her motives of wanting me to be a part of Team Love(lace). Yeah, I know…you should have seen her and brothers wedding!
So know you can catch a glimpse of the pressure (that I’ve added, not her) I felt to ask my friends/family to be my maids! Truth be told, before Ame’s wedding, I thought a simple phone call (or let’s be honest, now a days it would be a text or FB message) would suffice. I immediately enlisted Amy for help, but then felt bad because I knew I would ask her to be in the wedding and wanted it to be a surprise. She found a cute idea of sending each girl a headband (cutely packaged, of course) with an artsy note that asked “Would you head down the aisle with me?” I know, cute, huh?! Go ahead, steal the idea!
I was stuck. Couldn’t think of anything that would meet my standards. Then, when we realized our guest list reached 500+, we quickly realized we would need to stream the ceremony via live feed so we could invite the world (well, our world at least) even though we wouldn’t be able to physically have “our world” there with us on our special day. So then the revelation came! I immediately thought that the invites we would send to those being a part of our live feed would need to be “movie-esque” (yep, another word I’ve impended on the world)…which spurred along my idea for my maids (I officially hate that word and will now refer to them as my party…becuase they are!) Plus, Jake and I spend most of our date nights curled up in front of a movie, all the while hoping it won’t turn out as bad as our first movie together (Dinner for Schmucks!).
So…here’s what I came up with:
A popcorn box (from the dollar store), labeled with a movie poster I created that you can see better by clicking the link below:
Then, filled in side, was popcorn (of course!), glitter tissue paper (hey, I like sparkle!) and an envelope, tied with cute ribbon, a “diamond ring” and each girls face on the label, asking the question, “Will you?”
And then, inside was a ticket, asking each of them to be my co-star! Seen here:
Here’s a close up picture of me and my party. I thought it was a neat idea so that they could all see who else would be a part of Jake and I’s day. Thankfully, they all graciously accepted (as long as the dresses in the picture weren’t their actual dresses!). We thought of a great idea for Jake to ask all of his guys, but he kept blurting it out to each friend he saw without the gift in hand so that idea quickly failed! LOL. Ah, well…he’s a guy!
Sunday was interesting, to say the least. After a quick drive to downtown Portland, Stumptown coffee in our hands and a 4 block walk to Mars Hill Portland’s new home, the CASTLE, we found ourselves one of many in the pews. It was the first official gathering at the new campus and it was apparent by that mornings attendance that the church was birthed according to a need in the city.
The sermon was 95% straight scripture, 5% relevant stories, which is something I find all too rare in the church today. The pastor spoke of the mission, distinctively ours. He made reference to his past teachings on how we all have this core need to find our identity (wherever that might be), which is surround by our worship, community and mission. He related this not only to finding our identity in Christ, but careers, etc. He hit the nail on the head with many of us Christians in the room when he proposed that many of us find ourselves engaged in finding our identity in Christ and focused on worship and community, but we severely lack the mission (i.e. telling others about Christ, serving, meeting needs, etc). The sermon was good, relevant and finished off with communion which brought it full circle to who and what this was really about; Jesus.
As we gathered our things and headed for the doors, I don’t think any of us realized how quickly we would be approached with LIVING out what the sermon just provoked us with. When the doors of the church opened, there stood before us, a group of about 15-20 masked protestors holding banners, blow horns and attempting to synchronize their chants. To be completely honest, when the doors opened, a big grin took over my face because I thought a group of Mars Hill volunteers were about to put on a Flashmob in honor of their first service. Man was I wrong! “Shame on you bigots, shame on you homophobes, you’re going to hell!” I was kind of in awe. As we headed down the stairs to the streets which led to our cars, a scantily clad girl (about my age) with a whip in her hand got in our faces to make sure we heard, that in fact, we were going to hell. The road signs for Mars Hill were graffitied with slander from the protestors and we walked away without a word uttered. For me, the silence was not the lack of response, but that of heartache.
One of the pastors action points to his sermon, was that part of our mission was to understand the city. As much as I didn’t see the “effectiveness” of the protestors by standing up for what they believe in, yet covering their faces. As much as I was angered by the fact that the children of Mars Hill were filled with fear by their tactics. As much as I was exposed to a glimpse of what most of the world experiences by serving God and how I have taken the freedom that I have to serve Him without fear. Even more so, am I called to understand. While I stand on the scriptures and hold true to them, I do hear the message in their abrasive chants. Who are we to judge? This is the question where many Christians, puff their chest, shake their heads and answer, “we’re not judging, God is”. How effective is that? And honestly, what benefit does that provide? And if most of us took some time to really self reflect, we might notice that maybe some of the rash answers we give (especially out of defense) are birthed out of the heart of judgement and not of love.
Stop telling me how to live MY life! I heard that demand engulfed in the slander that Sunday morning. I get how many people across the nations could feel that way and to be honest, some of them have experienced just that; christians telling others how to live. Don’t get me wrong, the scriptures are not just “suggestions” on how to live or “ideas” on how the many ways to get to heaven and I fully stand on the truth that the path to heaven is one way and through Christ, it’s just all the other additives that we sometimes feel righteous enough to nail to it. If Christians (myself included) really felt the humility in the reality that we are ALL sinners saved by grace, how different would we approach the mission?
I don’t know, maybe I just stepped onto one of my many soap boxes and while I’m sure that those protestors were mainly looking for a response (which they got, via social media and the news), something has began to stir inside of me. Something good, something that has made me realize that the stirring in my heart that was always very present in my life, had been missing for a while and I guess I got too preoccupied with life and myself to realize that it was on hiatus…
To hear/see how we met and how I became the future Mrs. Adamson (!!!) click here =)
For the part you can’t read: the proposal:
About a week prior to the day, Jake asked me to go fishing at the place where we had our first kiss, Steamboat Landing. Reluctant of my “fishing skills”, I hesitated, but said yes. As the week went on, the weather report showed Saturday to be 90+ degrees, with the hottest hour being when Jake insisted we go fishing. Knowing he probably wouldn’t last too long in the scorching heat, I went along with it. We pulled up to the dock, unloaded our gear and I became suspicious as he insisted we sit right in the middle of two couples on an empty dock. “Forgetting” his sunglasses, he asked I go get them from the truck as he baited the line. Sunglasses in hand, I returned to melt with him on the dock. About 20 minutes into it, I couldn’t sit any longer and was even more suspicoius as to why he was on his phone so much. We he finally gave in and told me to reel in the line so we could leave, a decorated bottle came up out of the water. Being oblivious to what was about to happen, I assumed maybe he got creative for my birthday a week early. Opening up the bottle with a picture of us on it, I dug out a piece of paper that was rolled up inside. Line by line, he creatively told me how much he loved me, but as I neared the end, I noticed him backing up and fiddling in his pocket. My heart skipped a beat when the last line read “Will you marry me?” With his knee down and the most beautiful ring before me, I very happily accepted. Cheers and the sound of our family running down the dock made this moment surreal. To think that I woke up that morning just thankful for a great boyfriend and now I lay my head down at night, smiling at the reality that I am now so lucky to be the future Mrs. Adamson!
Someday soon my life will slow down and I will be able to post more instead of recapping the months that have gone by. August and September were INSANE.
Lets just say, together, they involved:
A Star Wars birthday party (for Jones!)
The birth of baby Nola Grace! (the cutest thing you ever did see!)
A trip to the fair!
The annual Grace Church Picnic.
The ringing in of my 26th year.
Some quality time with Jake’s sisters, Haley & Molly!
A day remembering the birth of my Grandpa, whom I daily miss.
A mini surprise party for brother.
A much needed trip to Seattle to hang out with the Arnolds and celebrate the upcoming birth of baby J with my long lost Jen!
Em’s 30th “I-30″ birthday bash!
And so much more!
Oh…did I mention a ring?! Yeah, that deserves it’s own special post. Don’t worry, it will shortly follow this one! :)
Sincerely- the future Mrs. Adamson! :)
or something to remain upright and steady.