i t seems guest books have ditched the book part of the equation, favoring thematic, couple-centric writing units instead. Though, guest-signer-thingy hardly does justice to the creative oddities that are engraved wooden benches and felt-marked quilts. Therefore, in the name of simplicity, we will maintain the malapropos moniker when roll calling the top ten most novel guest books (that aren’t books).
y ou’ve heard the rumors: DWs are real steals, easy on the nerves and clubby affairs for bosom-buddies only. If you’re going to deliberate over anything, it’ll be the where and not the how inciting great debate. Provence or Tahiti? Napa Valley or Fiji? A tough call and an even tougher job, no doubt. With no further ado – and no implied hierarchy – here are the top ten destination wedding destinations, ever, of all
a Girls-Only Bridal Shower may sound redundant, but it’s meant to evoke the kind of treehouse mentality where girlfriends are held above all else. No one would ask you to throw a teddybear tea party, but it’s hard not to smile for valentine cupcakes and sequined dresses. Think of it as your Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice party where strawberry milkshakes trump cosmos.
f ashion-forward, hipster-swarmed, glamour-puss Montreal has been waiting ever so patiently for a bridal show with harmonizing uptown elegance. And after years of lurking in NYC’s shadows, the goods were finally delivered on December 6th by Montreal’s own planner extraordinaire, Maddy K. The shrewd entrepreneur can field all ‘mercis’ for the city’s first bridal boudoir of lush intimacy, as a hand-picked clique of admiring vendors - and the city’s finest bridal collector’s items - were in tow to flesh out the vi
t ablescaping is the art of turning real-life cake buffets into a Wayne Thiebaud painting. If you plan to whip one up solo, you are advised to learn the rules before you break ‘em. They mostly just ask that you adhere to the basic tenants of whimsy. top ten tablescapes
i f our paper dolls taught us anything (and they taught us a lot), it’s that discrepantly, the flimsiest materials can be the most malleable. Incorporate paper of the tissue, cardstock and rice variety into your wedding and watch the décor blossom like an accordion-folded crepe flower held open by waxed dental floss. on the paper trail
s tationary, quite contrary – make your graphic arts side grow rose-garden style with blossoms of unmitigated accents and letter-pressed whimsy. Know the options are endless - just trust your creativity to take off with paper-plane ease once you get the ball rolling. Put up as much fuss as you’d like when it comes to ruffling and trussing up your save the dates, invitations, and thank-you notes - these fanciful babies are sure to stick around for years to come, as exquisite little W-day mementoes, and crepe-like tokens of pen-p
r etail registries make life easy, but if ramen noodles, instant coffee and the viral video have taught us anything, it’s that easy does not a worthy product make. In this case, it isn’t that fine china’s cheap, because it’s fine - it’s just not necessarily useful. Many modern couples are already shacked up, meaning they’ve got the whole pots and pans thing covered. So for inspiration beyond the linens and tea mugs and gravy boats (oh my), shut that cookware catalogue and get the
y our ring bearer and flower girl are probably about as tradition-minded and bedroom-prop savvy as the next toddler, so while satin pillows and rose petals are hella pretty, you may consider hooking them up with something more fun. It doesn’t have to be kid-friendly, per say - just innovative and superfab. With the right rainbow ribbon, piece of twine or strand of suede, you can tie rings to just about anything – so no holding back allowed. too fab to know any better
a s a kid, the pool party totally clobbered the ice rink birthday, the scavenger hunt and the pizza party in the awesome department. It even thwarted the decorate-your-own-cookie party, and that involved unlimited frosting. So what better way to celebrate a mature commitment to the cultured man of your reveries than to backslide to the days of polka-dot bikinis, crazy straws and iced tea yore? Maybe replace the ginchy two-piece with a white cocktail dress and add some rum to that lemony brew. The crazy straws need no improvement. Pool party receptions can go one of two ways, the Hollywood panache road, or the