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Semi-DIY Wedding Invitations

This makes me feel sorta shy, but lots of you have written me to ask about our wedding, so here’s the first of my wedding posts (don’t worry, I won’t saturate the market, as it were…I’ll just post about a wedding topic every once in awhile).

This is our invite, which I designed myself. I went to Papyrus to look over the invitation options, and quickly discovered that even the simplest designs (including an invitation, RSVP card, thank you card, etc) were totally out of our price range for the number of people we were inviting (about 150). Plus, I had a very specific idea about what I wanted in mind, and when it comes to weddings it seems that specificity = expense.

So Kendrick and I spent a night running around Brooklyn looking for old-fashioned photo booths (the booths in the first two places we tried were broken), and finally located one that functioned at Bushwick Country Club. I had my design-savvy friend Liz (who, along with Vanessa, was one of our maids of honor) photoshop the shots in a sepia tone, and then I worked with the Soho Papyrus store to pick out pale-pink recycled paper, a chocolate-brown typeface, and a dark-pink floral design. The whole thing ended up costing about $300 - a fraction of what it would have cost had we not designed them ourselves - and I was thrilled with the result. It was just…us.

So there’s no RSVP card? So what.

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Just look at all these lamp bases and lampshades waiting at the Salvation Army to be mixed, matched, and fixed up

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Yesterday afternoon I went to the huge Salvation Army on 46th Street between 10th and 11th Avenues in search of some vintage sweaters and a Childlike Empress Halloween costume. I found a white-and-navy knit sweater for $2.50 and a pink miniskirt for $2, but no costume, alas. 

The furniture department at the Salvation Army is my absolute favorite place for vintage buys (we found my vanity, my vanity chair, and our coffee table there). You can get as many items as you want delivered for just $50 (way better than hiring someone off of CraigsList, in my opinion).

This antique rocking chair only needs a little recovering to make it absolutely spectacular. I’d go with bright, bold fabrics to contrast with the grandma-chic woodwork.

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A shot from Fishkill Farms that I really like and forgot to post earlier. Such a gorgeous day.

I’ll be posting the video from our pumpkin-buying trip shortly, so keep an eye out!

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Me, Kendrick, and Cajun Boy go way back. Seeing him makes me extremely happy.

Man, do I look tired in this picture. Maybe it’s because the jackhammers on Second Avenue start firing up at 7AM every single day to celebrate the departure of the garbage trucks that come by three times between the hours of 4:30 and 6:30AM? Not complaining, though…the Second Avenue subway will be really awesome and bring a lot to the neighborhood five years from now. About 4 1/2 years after we’ve fled the area because the constant noise has driven us insane.

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Last night, Kendrick and I met The Cajun Boy himself for a beer at Rudy’s, on 9th Avenue. I LOVE Rudy’s, mostly because they give you free hot dogs (which are pretty mediocre, but beggars, choosers, etc). I used to hang out there way too much, because our old apartment was across the street. My parents live only a couple of blocks away, and Kendrick had just finished giving my mom her weekly piano lesson, so of course I suggested that we head over to a place where I get a big hug from the bouncer every time I show up (his name is James, say hi). 

A couple of my favorite Cajun Boy musings are here and here

Dad’s old sweater, Mom’s old tights, Bakers boots, vintage bracelets.

Atmosphere courtesy of Kendrick’s photography skills.

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Last year, since the Auryn necklace didn’t arrive in time for Halloween and that’s basically the only way to indicate that one is Atreyu, we abandoned the Neverending Story idea: Kendrick went as Pete Doherty, and I went as a cat, because I’m lazy. Kendrick’s gone as Pete Doherty two years in a row now because, well, he looks like him, kinda. The year before I dressed as Kate Moss in angel wings (because they had just broken up). 

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On the subway the other day, I saw a girl wearing a pair of these Ray-Ban glasses in black. My tortoiseshell glasses are dying a slow death (the plastic frames are cracking, and superglue doesn’t seem to work), so I’m in search of a new pair. I moseyed on over to ask the girl what brand they were and she looked at me like I was an absolute lunatic. Oh, right…no personal contact on subways. I always forget.

But back to the glasses: I love them. Or, I loved them on the girl on the subway. They might be a little much for me.