Ottie and I got hitched at a leap year this February 29th. Part of the reason for this special date was so that we wouldn’t forget it (we don’t even remember the exact date we first met). Another reason for it was so that we didn’t have to celebrate our anniversary every year… on a more serious note, I’m an escapist when it comes to dealing with parental disapproval at my life choices, so that made up the final part on why we ended up in Minnesota. I still have a pretty good relationship with my parents (I think) – we simply tend to stubbornly push on until the deed is done and there’s no more use disapproving. 😅
Ottie and I had had lengthy discussions when planning our wedding – I wanted to elope; He wanted a grand wedding. So we put forth arguments trying to make our cases during the months leading up to it. As it turned out, both of our parents were integral in shaping the idea of marriage for us. I grew up with the knowledge that marriage wasn’t this magical happy ever after, and view it as a pragmatic means to an end where a simple certificate would convenience our existing cohabitation both administratively and financially, even socially. True story – we were rejected for a potential rental because we weren’t married. Whereas Ottie grew up witnessing his parents spend his entire life together as high school sweethearts, thinking that he couldn’t possibly have what they have with a bar set that high… and so he wanted to have his day. We each gave in a little (perhaps him more than me), so that was how we ended up in the Lutheran Trinity Church on the afternoon of 29 February 2016.
It was a cold blistery day; tiny flecks of snow swept up in the wind against the backdrop of overcast skies. I braved the biting cold through sheer willpower in my simple white dress I grabbed at a Topshop sale for less than $50 (score!) Ottie’s sister Lele also gave me a warm fur coat which I clung to like a second skin (brr). The shoes I wore for church were a pair of shimmery white Vincci pumps which I got as a bridesmaid a good six months ago, but later switched to the more comfortable Steve Madden boots for the dinner reception.
Ottie himself wore clothes that he already owned – a light-coloured shirt underneath a Topman vest and slacks, and in a rare move, went sans hat due to him respecting the sanctity of the church and occasion.
The actual church wedding was a very small affair. Ottie’s dad officiated the union, friends Jeff and Dom were our best man and woman, Ottie’s mum and sis Lele made up the audience, as well as Aunt Mary and John, a sweet couple who flew in all the way from Texas. Aunt Mary ended up playing our march on the piano at the last minute when she found a piano in the hall! It was awesome. I even had a ridiculous clip-on mic attached to my dress for the occasion just because I could barely be heard on the live stream. That bit was not so awesome.
I also designed a cute wedding invite for the dinner, channeling Adventure Time shenanigans. However it was deemed too irreverent by Ottie’s mum, so she added on another card which explained that we were getting married in case people were confused. 😂
Our small dinner reception was pretty cool as well. Ottie’s mum and dad knew the owners of Sarello’s, who opened up the restaurant just for us. They even learnt how to make macarons (my only wedding request) for the reception! A happy tummy is a happy bride. To my surprise, most of the forty guests had never tasted macarons before! I’m always happy to spread the addiction.
This was one of five floral pieces that Rustic Oaks had very kindly helped to recycle from a previous wedding and stored in the refrigerator for a week! Even my rose bouquet was salvaged from these pieces. Incidentally, Ottie’s parents refused to tell us how much the reception cost so Ottie and I also ended up not having to foot the bill for it. Our super budget wedding leveled up to ultra budget.
We were very proud of our wedding cake. Ottie’s mum helped us to run down to the nearby grocery store and got them to write the words that we requested. It also tasted sickeningly sweet. Best. Wedding. Cake. Ever.
Ottie’s parents were super generous to gift us a one night stay at the HoDo, an artsy little hotel downtown. The suite had a very interesting bathtub, which we took full advantage of just to experience water coming down from the ceiling:
Unpacking: The Saga (part trois) – Uncovered the spoils of our wedding and totally forgot about the 'Get Out of Hell Free' card that @thisguyah received. We also had a lot of fun being irreverent and packing these slips of thank you cards in the red packets for our guests. FREE REIGN WEDDING 'PLANNING' IS AWESOME, and I put that in quotation because we were the laziest couple ever and @simmonsmarti basically handled everything. 😅💕 P.S. I was totally unprepared for how much wedding cards were a thing in the US! #WillYouBeMySpaceLady
It was a good wedding. ❤