Color palette idea



Found these in Fountain Place’s wedding gallery, and am in love with the colors.  I never would have thought of pairing purple with orange.


No we don’t have a date set yet…

Why is it that from the moment of the proposal, everyone seems to think that we should already have the date and venue set? I’ve lost count of the number of well-meaning friends who have gushed over my ring, and then immediately asked, “so, when’s the date?” And reading is making me feel like I’m already behind in my planning, even though it’s been less than three days since I said, “yes.” *sigh* I just want to take a few days and bask in the love (not to mention the glow of my sparkly new diamonds), before I start to get too stressed about planning…

I’m at least starting to think about it, but don’t imagine we’ll make any final decisions for a while yet. At present, I think we’re probably going to be looking at a fall wedding… This spring is too soon, and spring 2013 seems too far away. And the summer and winter are far too temperate here in Dallas. And hopefully a fall ceremony will give me enough time to lose 30 pounds, so I can look my best in a wedding gown.

The main color I’m looking at right now is orange, probably paired with either green or yellow. That could totally change, though.

For venue, I’m currently intrigued by the idea of doing it at the DMA. Even before Rich proposed at the museum, I’d been fantasizing about the Hamon Atrium as a possible reception venue. And the ceremony could be in the sculpture gardens…

Other thoughts at this point include the Hotel Palomar, the W (I’ll be scoping this place out in a couple weeks, as this is the venue for my work holiday party), the Fort Worth Japanese Tea Gardens, or Avanti Fountain Place. And Rich doesn’t want me to rule out the possibility of a destination wedding, so there’s always that option as well. But I really want to at least have the reception here in Dallas, since that’s where my friends are.

Anyway, that’s where we are so far.

We’re engaged!


Rich had a little surprise for me yesterday afternoon…

The four-year anniversary of our first date began just like any other typical Sunday. It’s not an anniversary I usually feel needs to be celebrated; but rather simply remembered and privately acknowledged. As I was feeling somewhat romantic that morning, I updated my Facebook status with an awesomely appropriate quote by Robert Fulgham; “We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness – and call it love – true love.” I’ll admit I found it a little odd that Rich “liked” the update without bothering to comment on it, but didn’t really think too much of it at the time. Apparently he was saving up his response for later in the day…

We had a light lunch at La Madeline, then headed to the DMA at around 2:00 to catch the new Gaultier exhibit. We spent a couple hours looking at some seriously fabulous couture, and headed for the exit at 5:00, as the museum was closing for the day.

Rich was behaving a little unusually at this point. He told me that he wanted to get a picture of the sculpture at the front of the museum to accompany his Foursquare check-in. I thought this was a little strange since we go to the museum all the time – he doesn’t really need a picture to remember it by, does he? Unfortunately, the museum was closing, and the iconic red sculpture was on the other side of the building, so he decided to settle on a picture of the colorful mural near the parking garage.

Initially, I just hovered near the entrance, not quite grasping that he wanted a picture of ME, not just of the mural. Just as he managed to convince me to brave the cold and go out and pose for him, we ended up having to wait because there was a family milling about. Once they had dispersed, he asked me to come a little closer for the photo. A little closer… closer… He got down on one knee. I remember thinking that an upwards angle like that wouldn’t make the most flattering photo, but he’s the artist, after all… I came closer again at his direction. I glanced down at his hand holding the phone, and noticed something sparkling there on his fingertip. I was confused for a moment, until I finally recognized his posture for what it truly was. He waited until recognition dawned on my face, and then he looked up at me and quietly asked, “Will you marry me?”

At that point, I broke down in giggles and gasps and tears. I joined him on the ground and hugged him and kissed him, not even really glancing at the ring until the initial shock had passed. I finally looked at the stunningly gorgeous ring in my hand, and tried it on. A perfect fit! After a moment, I remembered that I hadn’t actually responded to his question, and said, “Oh, yes! Of course, yes.” Once he got the answer he was waiting for, he and I stood back up, and he caught the above photo on his phone. I remember how his heart was racing under my hand; I’d never known Rich to be nervous about anything!

Once we’d recovered our senses a bit, we headed back to my place, called our families, updated our Facebook statuses (the only way to make it really official these days ;)), and opened a bottle of wine.

Thus begins our next great adventure! I’m looking forward to getting started on the wedding plans, as well as figuring out where we’re going to live. I know we’ve got a lot of work ahead of us, but I plan on enjoying and cherishing every moment of it.