This is how I woke up the day I got married: At 8:20AM, my phone rang, it was my hairstylist April. She said, “Hey are you guys on your way?” Because I was 20 minutes late for my appointment. Which I thought was at 9AM.
Why would I schedule my hair appointment for 8AM? Why oh why? I have no idea. But I did, and I was now 20 minutes late. And the salon is 20 minutes away.
I frantically got dressed and called my bridesmaids to tell them to get it in gear. I was about ten seconds away from a meltdown when Collin stopped me and grabbed my hands and said, “Sweatheart. It’s ok.”
“I just hate that the first thing that happened today is something going wrong.”
“It doesn’t matter. We’re still getting married today. That’s all that matters.”
Then he cried, and I laughed, because I have been teasing him about how he was SO GOING TO CRY during our ceremony, and I saw this as further proof that I was right. [Spoiler alert: he didn't.]
[Photo by Louis Stein]
The people at the salon were very forgiving about our lateness, which I am so grateful for. April said, “look at this wonderful weather you are having!” I seriously was so flustered that I hadn’t bothered to notice the weather. It was, indeed, gorgeous out. April did me up in hot rollers, a million times faster than I can ever set my own hair. My wedding planner Shannon had set up a delightful breakfast spread and I went to town on it. Mimosas make everything better.
From that point on I was very chill, such that I didn’t mind that the Diedrichs were running late even past the point we thought the appointment was, or I left my veil at the hotel (Actually, the Diedrichs lateness helped solve that problem!)
You may recall from Twitter that I was not particularly happy with my “trial run” updo. I did not go back for a second trial because I was tired of spending money on the wedding, and I could hardly spare the time for it. I just told April “bigger and looser” and made Carrie promise to force me to ask her to re-do it if I didn’t like it. There was no need for that assertiveness, because that three word instruction turned my hair into exactly what I wanted. When we added The Deeds & Petunia veil I won from Mouse’s giveaway and a few extra fabric flowers to match the ones on my dress, the look was complete.
[This was just a test shot before the first look, but I love the way the veil looks!]
Photos by Mike Rubino
Something I failed to anticipate about getting my wedding day was the very awkward walk back to my hotel room with my hair done up and my veil on even with me dressed in a tank top. [One of those tank tops from Victoria's Secret that says "sexy little bride," and I will have you know it was a gift, but I'm not even going to pretend that I would be above buying a shirt like that. I hate to break this to you guys, but I am not particularly cool.] The people I rode the elevator with wished me a happy wedding day, and I know I would have done the exact same thing, but in the moment the scrutiny made me uncomfortable.
[Photo by Louis Stein, and posting this totally justifies putting in that one up top where my eye looks like a cartoon deer's]
One little curl kept falling out of my hairdo all day (you can see it in the photo above and countless others), and it annoyed during the day, but I actually like the way it looks in photos. By the end of the night, as much hair was out of my updo as was in, and it might have looked a little ridiculous, but I could not have cared less if you paid me.
Was the year and a half of growing out my hair worth it? I can’t say for sure. But you know what was profoundly awesome? Cutting all my hair off the day after my wedding. But that story deserves its own post, so stay tuned. But I’m not so much of a tease that I won’t show you what my new hair looks like:
[Photo by Louis Stein, haircut by Hannah at the Squill Phillip Pelusi, tits by God]