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The Visuals

Oooh yay. So, I’ve been putting off telling you all about our photographers because they were laboring over a new website. It’s launched! Joshua Ford Photography is run by Josh and Aimee and they are two awesome cats. Like, shark-cats awesome. They also happen to be good pals with Lindsey’s brother and sister-in-law, which is how we met them. They also happen to have one of the cutest little dudes on Earth.

They also happen to have gotten married at the Figge in January, and shot other events there, so they know what’s good in that space. Lindsey and I have a lot of misgivings about photographers. Too much looking cute and coordinated… The Fords’ style (lots of portraits, lots of geometry, lots of Photoshop coloring and technique) gives us something to look at without worrying about whether everyone nailed the correct Charlie’s Angel pose assigned them. I have fond nostalgic memories of high school friends dragging too-big (still film!) Nikons to local punk and rock shows, and I feel pretty comfortable that this is going to be kind of a grown-up version of that.

Check out their Facebook page too, tons more images there. Congrats on the site Josh, it looks sweet.

Golden rings

Just married.

Best part of wedding stuff? Buying ‘spensive things.

This week we bought our wedding rings. We bought them from Bario-Neal, a workshop in Philadelphia that uses reclaimed metals and responsibly-sourced stones. Ours are flat gold bands (Lindsey’s in rose gold, Rachel in yellow) that are hammered for a little texture.
I’m really happy with the ring we picked. I’m happy with the way they’re manufactured, and whose making them, and how they look, and how we picked them out together. In the million and two tiny steps it takes to plan a wedding, this was one decision that was easy and meaningful.

Inside they’re going to be engraved דודי (dodi) which is the old Hebrew word for “beloved”. (And the modern Hebrew word for “uncle”). We’re using it as shorthand for אני לדודי ודודי לי (ani l’dodi v’dodi li), which is from the Song of Solomon, “I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine” and is a traditional motif in Jewish weddings. [Yes, dodi is a masculine noun. No, we’re not changing it, in fidelity to the text.]

The Song of Songs is also going to be the first reading (the first reading in the Liturgy; the first reading of the whole thing is going to be an e.e. cummings poem).

Hark! My lover– here he comes springing across the mountains, leaping across the hills. My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag. Here he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattices. My lover speaks; he says to me, “Arise, my beloved, my beautiful one, and come!”

O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the secret recesses of the cliff, let me see you, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and you are lovely.

My lover belongs to me and I to him; he browses among the lilies.

Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm; for stern as death is love, relentless as the nether world is devotion; its flames are a blazing fire. Deep waters cannot quench love, nor floods sweep it away. Were one to offer all he owns to purchase love, he would be roundly mocked.


Aaaah. March is well on its way to lamby-ness. The wedding is well on it’s way to ALMOST HERE. Commence mild concern about how much there is left to do.

We do have our reception well under way, however, which is good. We talked with our catering manager while we were in the QC a couple weeks back. We had already met with him once (he’s also the general events manager at the Figge, conveniently), had a phone conversation, and been emailing back and forth. The only funny thing was, we had already established with him that we needed a vegetarian menu, and it wasn’t until we met again a few weeks ago that I think he realized that we wanted only a vegetarian menu.

So we talked about the menu and decided on a spread of cold things (flatbreads, hummuses, fruit, cheese, salads, crostini, etc) and two hot items (mac n’ cheese and vegan pasta). Everything will be set out most of the night for people to help themselves whenever they like. When we talked about it with my parents later, my mom was really keen on having passed appetizers early in the evening, so we’ll probably do that with some hot appetizers—spanakopita, stuffed mushrooms, and so on.

We also came to some decisions about the ceremony and reception, and now have a rough schedule for the evening. You, dear in-the-know blog reader, can see it here:

-The museum closes at 5:00 and guests can start arriving around 5:15.
-The ceremony is at 5:45 and will probably end a little after 6:00 (the ceremony being one of those aaah-three months-what –are-we-doing things).
-From 6:00 til 7:30 the guest can wander the museum galleries, eat and drink in the lobby, and mingly mingly chatty chatty. Lindsey and I will be taking photos after the ceremony for about an hour (don’t worry, if you’re going to be a part of those photos, we’ll let you know ahead of time). When we’re done with the portraiture, we’ll come down to the reception.
-By 7:30 everyone will be out of the galleries and in the lobby area. We’ll do toasts and speechifying at about 7:45. Break out the champagne.
-After that, Lindsey and I have our first dance. Blog contest: guess our first-dance song and win a prize! You do not have to be at the wedding, or even invited to the wedding, to play and win! Just enter your guess in the comments. If more than one person guesses right, they all get prizes. Then we’re doing father-daughter dances, and then the party starts when I walk in. My internet is really slow right now, but you can all imagine your own Ke$ha scenario. (Actually, our venue contract specifically prohibits glittter.)
-Last call’s at 11:00, and then we should start thinking about an after party. Davenport’s gayborhood is just down the street. #justsaying Seriously though, everybody’s kicked out at midnight.

Fun fun fun. Now we just gotta get those invites in the mail, finalize our ceremony, find dresses for the bridesmaids, a couple of other small things, and countdown fewer than 90 days.

Kindly reply by Post

Lindsey and I have been designing our wedding invites for like forever. Partially because we had a lot of disagreements over it, partially because we both feel strongly about fonts. We spent an inordinate amount of time a few weeks ago looking for a font that would allow for a specific ligature (a combination of two characters/letters into one discrete character). We finally found it, but then had to fiddle with saving the text as an image, or we wouldn’t actually be able to print them anywhere.

An absorbing, short read on ligatures can be found here.
While you’re at it, a treasure trove of decorative flourishes can be found at the aptly named From Old Books.org.

Anyways, our invites are nerdy. If I’m feeling ambitious I’ll post an image of it after the wedding. For now they’re going to be a surprise. They aren’t fancy, but I hope you like them. We printed them at Kinko’s because we ball like that. Nerd out.

And the Cake Said Yay

The title of this post refers to an anecdote, which is relayed in this earlier post here. The pink and yellow cake had Yay! very simply in orange piping. Yay.

So yeah! When we went to Moline, Davenport, and Bettendorf (sorry Rock Island, maybe next time) awhile ago to talk with wedding vendors, we met with some cake ladies on Monday morning. They’re a mother-daughter team. They operate their cake-making out of their house, of which I wholly approve. Lindsey’s grandma was a cake lady out of her basement, back in the day, so it’s a trade we appreciate.

We picked them to begin with because they have a functional website and a good Facebook page. Look at all these pictures! Seriously, the number of dumb, useless websites we Lindsey looked at are almost worse than the number of businesses that have no website at all.

Sara and Liz were very nice to meet with, and everything was well put-together. They have this slightly too perfectly Midwestern of the late-90’s house. Blond toddler, black lab, floral-print linoleum in the kitchen, wall-to-wall carpeting in the living room, wall paper with cottage-print border, a hutch of knick-knacks, a sofa throw that said God Bless This Home, the works. They were very sweet, and Sara took us through a slideshow of different cake designs and ideas. We knew to start that we wanted cream frosting and not fondant, probably round, at least three layers, and no columns or other props. The cake is more important to Lindsey, so I deferred to her opinion on things, but we both like what we decided on.

There are three round layers, all white with pink accents. The top and bottom layers have diagonal crosshatching, but the lines are etched in, not piped on. It comes to a sort of quilted effect. At the intersections of the lines, there will be small pink sugar pearls. The middle layer will have a piped drop design—a sort of bunting border, with lines of dots dropping from the border.

(c) Sara Lynn's Cakes

You can see it in the middle layer of the cake in this photo, though overall our cake looks different.

And you know what’s great? Getting to eat like six different kinds of cake. Especially in bits small enough where you can eat them all and not get too full. They put out a spread of white, strawberry, chocolate, lemon, almond poppyseed, mint chocolate, double chocolate, white chocolate, champagne, and cherry chip. I tried them all but the lemon, mint chocolate, and double chocolate. They were all excellent. I really liked the champagne, but thought it would be too much for a whole slice, and the cherry chip which tasted like Funfetti birthday cake. Mmm Funfetti. I didn’t like the white chocolate, because I think I’m realizing that I don’t really like white chocolate very much. The almond was one of my favorites, but in the end we decided on white and strawberry. The bottom and top layers will be white, and the middle will be strawberry.

Hot tip for blog readers, this means there’ll be fewer slices of strawberry to go around, so if you want some, step up early.

Prairie Modern

We are walking a fine line, friends. Lindsey’s parents came to visit a couple weekends ago. Aside, from eating at Giordano’s (which I have not done since…?), the highlight of the visit was talking with her dad about who the new manager of the Cubs might be. It is a particularly fun subject for me to discuss, because I neither know enough nor care enough about the Cubs to get too emotionally invested.

Right, focus: wedding blog. Aside from all that, the highlight of the parents’ visit was a chat on wedding decorations. Lindsey’s mom is a things-finding savant, and is busy picking up items to use as table decorations. We had a good long chat about square glass vases + natural arrangements (herbs, flowers, rocks, tall grasses). Lindsey and I agree on very few things, aesthetics wise. Early- to mid- century modern (okay, everyone likes that right now), is one, as is an unironic love for the Midwest. Which means we’ll use our pretty glass box of a venue and its nice, standard turn-of-millennium minimalism as a canvas for… prairie modern. That is a fine line. We just have to keep it in Prairie Modern territory and out of Prairie Home.

I’m worried, but I kind of love it. Clean lines, organic arrangements, simple color scheme. This is good, right?