Last Post as a Miss - EEEEEEEEE!

Here I am Hive, in the chair getting my hurr curled as I type this. We had an early ass start to the day - 6:00am wakeup, the girls were here to do our hair and makeup by 7:00am. BM Badonk slept with me and we woke up kind of at the same time and just shared a "I'm getting MARRIED today" moment.

I have dreamed of writing this post since I became Miss Palm Tree. I cannot believe it's here but at the same time, it finally feels real. I was brushing my teeth this morning and it just HIT me. I started crying and had to take a few deep breaths - it's real. I'm marrying the love of my life today. I cannot wait to walk down the aisle toward him, to see his face when he sees me, to dance in his arms and to spend the rest of our life as Mr. and Mrs. Palm Tree.

I am so grateful to be a part of this community. You guys have all been amazing and so supportive and involved - it's made my experience so special. I am very excited to share with you all the ways you'll be with me today; for now, please just know that you'll be in my heart today. 

I'll see you guys on the other side - sorry this is so all over the place, my mind is kind of occupied. ;) 

xo

Miss Palm Tree

All The Things

As our special day looms on the horizon, Mr. Palm Tree, MOH Mem and I are busy tying up all kinds of loose ends to get ready for the weekend. Bees like Miss Scepter have written about the day before the day before and I'm here to follow suit. Spoiler Alert: I didn't get to sleep in and have been on-the-go since about 8:00am. Boy, this shindig and the whole lifetime together thing better be worth it. . . ;)

Please accept my lack of an interesting segue and feast your eyes on All The Things, Palm Tree style:

The Nails

Many Bees have written about getting their nails did - Mrs. Turkey treated her girls to Nails and a Nosh, Mrs. Boa Constrictor discussed her bold color preference. This girl went to a nail salon in a mall, recommended by a friend, and opted for a gel manicure and pedicure in hopes that the color would last through the wedding AND the honeymoon.

You can't really tell because of the flash but I do have an accent finger! Some extra sparkle. :)

Purple is my favorite color and it's not played a single role in our wedding so I wanted to incorporate it somehow. My fingers and toes are this subtle, shiny shade and I'm super pleased.

Then and Now: Miss Palm Tree's Version

After my recent dramatic post, I've decided to regale you all with hilarity in the form of my past. I've mentioned once or twice that I was kind of a bitch in high school, but this time there are PICTURES.

all photos personal

THEN:

Sophomore year of high school. Oh yeah, guys, this is real - except, I didn't say any of that. One of my classmates was on the yearbook committee and they needed a filler, so they used me. One of my first claims to fame. ;)

In high school, I was such an affected, miserable girl. I felt like I had no place in the world. Don't get me wrong, I had fun for a lot of it and I wasn't, like, pushing people into lockers or anything. I was mostly just a bit of a know-it-all with a chip on my sleeve. I think my attitude was basically, "yeah, well, my life is tough and I'm better than this high school and I CAN'T WAIT TO LEAVE and never come back, so THERE." You know. 

The Final Countdown

Please enjoy the musical stylings of Europe, provided for your reading pleasure. ;)

Hive, I'm in the final stretch. I have gone from counting a year and some months, to just months, to weeks, to DAYS. Single digit days at that. 

In the interest of full disclosure, I have been a little bit crazier than usual (which is saying something - I'm kind of bananas). There has been so much going on lately that hasn't even been wedding-related. I've been working like crazy, there have been a lot of personal happenings and just general stuff. Granted, it's helped the time fly, for which I am grateful, but it's also found me in a weird place.

I've been so scatterbrained and, well, blonde lately. For instance, I was working an event earlier this week and had to park both my car and the catering van in a parking garage. I lost both vehicles. . .and by 'lost' I mean that I walked the entire seven or so floors of the garage looking for both of them, only to find them both on the first and second levels. I've been unable to focus lately and have caught myself staring off into space or having completely blank moments. It's so unlike me.

Dun-Dun-Dunnnnnnn: The Palm Tree RSVPizzle Breakdizzle!

I think I'm losing my mind, so just be aware that it's entirely possible I'll start talking/writing like a a loon. With less than three weeks to go, a minor list of to-do's, an incredibly packed work schedule, an even more packed personal schedule that doesn't really lend itself to food, water and/or sleep, I'm just going to exist in a permanent state of delusion. That's okay, though, because it will all be so worth it. :) I just wanted to give fair warning to all. 

Anyway, Hive, it's here: the Palm Tree RSVP Breakdown. I've always loved these posts from other Bees and the Type A nerd in me loves to see things categorized so neatly. 

We invited 226 people (93 invitations), in hopes that about 200 would show. Our total guest count is 186.

Goodnight, Moon. . .

. . .or, more accurately, The Moon On Our Good Night.

 

Sigh.

 

Well, Hive. I did something I promised myself that I would not do - not because I didn't care, but because I tricked myself into believing that if I didn't acknowledge the possibility, it could never come to fruition.

 

Yes - I admit, I. . .I. . .I. . .

Daydreaming: The Palm Tree Wedding That Wasn't

I love everything about our wedding - really and truly. I'm in love with our colors and their meaning; I'm all about my girls and their get-ups (both bridesmaids AND flower girls); I think my dress is so dreamy and perfect for me, even though it's not what I thought I wanted; our invitations are very fitting and of course, I'm a HUGE fan of our venue, our photographers and all of the other vendors playing a role in this shindig.

There are some weddings, though, that I stalk see and they just make me swoon. I mean, get out the smelling salts, I might utter 'I do declare' and flutter my eyelashes, someone catch me before I hit the floor straight-up swoon. So, with under a month to go (eepies!), of course I find myself Pinteresting in a completely different direction. . .I'm sure some psychology-based folk would be able to chalk this up to some subconscious desire or something, but I'm just going to stick with the fact that I've always been a dreamer and a thinker and I'd be doing this regardless. ;)

So, Hive, without further ado: this is the story of The Palm Tree Wedding That Wasn't.